181: Chapter 181 The Dragon Kingdom Deploys Troops! The Interdimensional Expeditionary Force Assembles!

At the West Suburb Base, the sound of sirens tore through the night sky.

The sky-obscuring luan niao starship had already ascended amidst the roar of its Anti-gravity Engine; its massive hull, under the crisscrossing beams of searchlights, resembled a floating steel island.

Below it, the spacetime vortex leading to the Wasteland was spinning madly, with purple lightning slithering about like a living creature.

A gale howled, making the national emblem on General Qin Weiguo's military cap shine brilliantly.

He looked up at the black hole that seemed to lead to hell, then glanced at Jiang Chen, who stood on the command platform with a face as gloomy as water, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"Mr. Jiang."

General Qin Weiguo strode forward, his voice sounding somewhat fragmented in the wind, "You said just now... that is sister-in-law's maiden home?"

"Correct."

Jiang Chen turned around, his gaze like a torch. He didn't mean to joke at all; his eyes burned with a kind of protective ferocity that only men could understand:

"The world on the other side is called the Wasteland."

"There are countless amounts of gold there, the oceans of Helium-3 you dream of, and alien ruins that could allow Earth's technology to leap forward by a thousand years."

Jiang Chen paused, reached out to point at the vortex, and his tone became incomparably cold:

"But now, a bunch of tin cans are killing people there. They are burning my wife's city, killing my people, and trying to dismantle my legacy."

"Old Qin."

Jiang Chen grabbed General Qin Weiguo's shoulder, his grip surprisingly strong:

"If it were just for money, I wouldn't care. But now, that is my territory."

"I'll just ask you one thing—"

"Can our Dragon Country's military help me vent this anger? Can you help me... level that world?!"

General Qin Weiguo was stunned.

He looked at Jiang Chen, and from the young man's eyes, he saw a flame called "ambition," and also the sense of responsibility of a powerhouse.

Cross-plane warfare? Otherworldly expedition? This was a plot from science fiction half an hour ago, but now...

General Qin Weiguo took a deep breath, and the hot blood in his body instantly boiled to the peak. He snapped to attention and gave the most standard military salute of his life:

"Mr. Jiang!"

"Dragon Country soldiers never fear war!"

"As long as the country gives the order, let alone the Wasteland, even if it were the Underworld, we would dare to drive our tanks in and pull out the King of Hell's beard!"

After speaking, he turned sharply, grabbed the red encrypted communicator, and connected directly to the highest command headquarters in Kyoto.

Kyoto, inside the Red Walls. The highest command headquarters was brightly lit in the middle of the night. On a huge electronic sand table, the real-time footage of the West Suburb Base was projected in the very center.

The old man sat at the head of the table, listening to General Qin Weiguo's report, his expression as calm as a deep pool of water.

But only those familiar with him knew that the old man's hands, placed under the table, were already tightly clenched into fists.

"Wasteland... resources... machine crisis..." The old man muttered to himself, his gaze deep.

A chief of staff beside him hesitated: "Chief, this is a cross-plane military operation. If there is no reason for declaring war, the international public opinion..."

"Public opinion?" The old man chuckled and slowly stood up. At that moment, a majesty of a great nation that could make mountains and rivers change color erupted from the old man.

"Our citizen has been wronged in that world, is this reason not enough?" "Our enterprise has legitimate assets over there, is this reason not enough?"

"What's more..." The old man pointed to the barren yet infinitely potential Wasteland on the screen, his voice resonant and powerful:

"There are resources there that can make the Chinese nation take off! There is a future that can keep us from being controlled by others!"

"Attack!" The old man waved his hand sharply and issued the supreme command decisively:

"This is not aggression." "This is a 'humanitarian special military operation' carried out for the future of all mankind and to rescue the suffering survivors in that world!"

"Pass on my order!" "Eastern Theater Command, all personnel on level one combat readiness!" "All heavy combined arms brigades, all long-range rocket artillery regiments, assemble at the West Suburb Base immediately!"

"Tell the soldiers, bring enough ammunition! Bring enough rations!" "We are going to that world to teach them a lesson about what is called—Truth!"

Following this order, the entire Dragon Country's war machine began to operate with a roar in the middle of the night. On the highways, police lights flashed, and the originally busy logistics channels were instantly cleared.

The earth began to tremble. "Rumble—" That was not an earthquake; it was the sound of a steel torrent crushing the road surface.

In the garrison camps around Tianhai City, tens of thousands of soldiers in their sleep were awakened by the emergency assembly bugle. Without unnecessary chatter, without the slightest hesitation, everyone was fully armed within three minutes and rushed to their combat stations.

One after another, 99A main battle tanks draped in reactive armor roared out of the garages, their gun barrels held high, filled with murderous intent.

Rows of PHL-191 long-range rocket artillery systems, resembling a steel jungle, unfolded their launch racks in the night, their dark barrels stuffed with "truth" capable of destroying everything.

And there were countless infantry fighting vehicles, self-propelled artillery, anti-aircraft missile vehicles... This was a terrifying force capable of flattening any small or medium-sized country on Earth.

And now, they had only one target—the West Suburb Base! That spacetime gate leading to the other world!

"Quick, quick, quick! Keep up!" "Tank Company One, full speed ahead!" "Logistics convoy, don't fall behind! Bring that drone swarm controlled by the 'Photonic Chip'!"

In the radio channels, various commands wove together into a symphony of war. In just one short hour, before the first ray of dawn had pierced the darkness, the perimeter of the West Suburb Base had already been submerged by a boundless ocean of steel.

The roar of engines converged, shaking the very air.

Jiang Chen stood on the lifting platform of the luan niao starship, overlooking this spectacular scene below. Densely packed tanks, phalanxes of soldiers that stretched as far as the eye could see. The bright red flags, under the illumination of searchlights, looked like clusters of burning fire.

This kind of scene was ten thousand times more shocking than any Hollywood blockbuster.

"Boss." Zhao Gang stood beside him, holding the assault rifle that had accompanied him for many years, his eyes slightly red, his voice choked with emotion:

"I've been a soldier for twenty years, and I've never fought such a wealthy battle." "Five heavy brigades! Three rocket artillery regiments!" "This firepower density..."

He sniffed, and a ferocious and fanatical smile appeared on his face: "Our Dragon Country army's ancestral 'insufficient firepower phobia,' can finally be cured today, right?"

Jiang Chen patted his shoulder, the corners of his mouth rising: "Cured? No." "What we are going to do today is make those metal lumps in the world on the other side..." "Suffer from 'excessive firepower phobia'!"

He turned and looked at General Qin Weiguo, who was standing on the command vehicle. The old general was wearing a tactical headset, one hand pressing on the pistol at his waist, the other holding a walkie-talkie, facing the spacetime portal that had completely stabilized and was emitting a faint blue light.

The wind stopped. All the engine roars were lowered at this moment, as if waiting for the final horn of the charge.

General Qin Weiguo took a deep breath, his tiger-like eyes shooting out brilliance, and he roared the order that would be recorded in history to the entire army:

"Attention, everyone!" "Target: Wasteland Plane!" "Even if there is a mountain of blades and a sea of fire ahead, or the abyss of hell, crush right through it for me!"

"Remember! We are not going there to reason with them!" "We are going to—" "Teach them how to behave!" "All forces, attack!!!"

Boom—!!! Following the order, tens of thousands of steel beasts let out a deafening roar simultaneously. Tracks churned up dust and smoke, and gun barrels pointed to the sky.

The first 99A main battle tank, like a fierce tiger released from its cage, rushed into that huge blue vortex without hesitation. Immediately after was the second, the third...

The steel torrent, vast and mighty, crossed the boundaries of dimensions, carrying the will and fury of the Dragon Country, rushing toward that unknown world. The cross-plane expedition had officially begun!