Chapter 405: Information in the Fragments

Greenland, located in the Atlantic Ocean, is an overseas autonomous territory of the Kingdom of Denmark. It has an area of approximately 2.16 million square kilometers and a coastline stretching over 35,000 kilometers, making it the largest island on Earth.

Because more than 80 percent of the island's territory is covered by thick ice and snow, when viewed from above, the entire island of Greenland is as enchanting as the ice and snow kingdom in a fairy tale.

However, despite possessing a land area far exceeding that of many European countries, the resident population on Greenland is not large. Because most of it lies within the Arctic Circle, Greenland has a cold climate. Even with abundant geothermal resources, there are only about 500,000 indigenous people, which equates to only about 0.0257 people per square kilometer.

But sometimes, having few people is not necessarily a bad thing.

Just like now, when a strange combination consisting of a bulky Scania heavy truck and a Zenvo-ST1 sports car travels back and forth across the hills covered in thick snow on Greenland as easily as if walking on flat ground, I am afraid anyone with even a little common sense would notice something strange!

At the United States military base in Kaifulawieke, Iceland, the command center is bustling with people and busy at this moment.

"Reconnaissance satellite in position, target has been locked..."

"... There is only one small town within a 100-kilometer radius of the target's location. We have already notified Denmark, and civilians will begin emergency evacuation immediately..."

"Carrier strike group in position..."

"Super Hornet squadron is about to take off..."

"... Warning, the target has suddenly stopped entering the trap area ahead..."

"U-2 has suddenly lost contact..."

"Sir, strong electromagnetic interference has been detected. We have lost contact with the U-2 Reconnaissance Aircraft on the front line..."

"Oh no, we have been discovered..."

"Transport squadron... hurry, hurry, hurry... prepare to deploy the hunter team..."

On the airfield inside the base, two of the U. S. military's most powerful strategic transport aircraft, the C-5, are parked quietly.

Major William is fully armed and is giving final reminders to more than a dozen subordinates who have recently been transferred from the United States Marine Corps.

"... I will repeat this one last time. This mission has come very suddenly. Although we have conducted several simulation trainings before, believe me, many of you here have walked onto the battlefield with this same attitude, and then never came back..."

"This is war, not simulation training."

"We, NEST, are the first rapid response force established by the United States and even all of humanity to counter aliens invading Earth. I know every one of you comes from the most historic unit in America, and I also believe that every one of us is the best. But our opponents are not Iraq, let alone Afghanistan, and even our old rival, Russia, is just a group of untrained rookies and new recruits in front of them!"

"They are Decepticons, the most cruel and warlike aliens among known alien civilizations. Their size and individual combat capabilities far exceed those of us humans. Many Decepticon individuals we have encountered in the past possess heavy weapons of small to medium caliber; some are even equipped with missiles and have anti-air combat or flight capabilities."

"Many of our weapons are difficult to damage their armor... but this should never be a reason for us to be timid or fail, because war has always been the most cruel..."

Having said this, Major William paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present in turn, "You should be glad that NEST has already suffered quite a few losses before you joined, and has accumulated a lot of experience through blood and sacrifice... Moreover, our alien partners—the Autobots—will also fight side by side with us on the battlefield..."

"Lastly, this is my final request: be careful, be careful, and be even more careful, and then... come back alive..."

"Roar!"

After a brief pep talk, teams of fully armed NEST members entered the cabin of the C-5.

Inside the cabin, several cars of different colors, styles, and shapes were already parked.

When the NEST members walked into the cabin, they all tacitly avoided those cars, stood close to the cabin walls, buckled the safety ropes on their waists to the cabin walls, and then chatted in small groups, waiting for the arrival of battle.

Following the combat order issued from the command center of the U. S. military base in Kaifulawieke, Iceland, in a sea area a hundred nautical miles away from Greenland, the strike group led by the aircraft carrier Theodore Roosevelt and the amphibious assault ship Liuhuangdao, which had been patrolling there for a day, finally revealed its ferocity.

On the water, the four-sided phased array radars on several quietly patrolling Arleigh Burke-class destroyers are working diligently.

Under the sea, Los Angeles-class nuclear submarines are also lurking in the deep sea, cautiously guarding against nuclear submarines that might come from Russia or even Britain and France.

When the combat order was transmitted to the strike group, the captain of the aircraft carrier Theodore Roosevelt, Colonel Luoersi Weilan, decisively picked up the communicator on the command console and issued the combat order to the entire combat formation that had already entered combat positions and had been waiting for the order to be issued!

"... Combat order received, coordinates xx. xx, operation begins..."

"Whoosh..."

"Whoosh..."

"Whoosh..."

Tomahawk cruise missiles were launched one after another from the Arleigh Burke-class destroyers, speeding toward a certain location on Greenland.

The sounds of explosions soon followed one after another. After the wealthy and powerful U. S. military furiously fired more than a hundred Tomahawk cruise missiles at the target location, the F-18 Super Hornet formation from the aircraft carrier Theodore Roosevelt and the amphibious assault ship Liuhuangdao finally arrived in the target airspace. After the radar performed a brief scan to confirm the target, the very powerful anti-ship missiles carried by the Super Hornets began to fire crazily toward the locked target area.

With the U. S. military making such a big commotion, Russia, which has always maintained considerable military influence in the North Atlantic and Europe, could naturally not be unaware of this.

In fact, when the aircraft carrier Theodore Roosevelt from the U. S. Second Fleet began to move, and at the same time, multiple U. S. military bases in Europe showed varying degrees of alert and troop movements, the sensitive nerves of the Polar Bear were immediately triggered. Military satellites from Russia had already begun to closely monitor the whole of Europe and even the North Atlantic.

As it happened, this satellite was exactly a military satellite that Sun Cheng and his team had technically upgraded for Russia. Because a backdoor was left in the satellite, Sun Cheng knew everything happening on Greenland before Moscow notified them.

"They are finished!"

After spitting out these few words, Sun Cheng waved his hand, and the very clear battlefield images captured by the Russian military satellite in front of him immediately disappeared.

He turned around with interest and looked at the excavator following him like a bodyguard, his eyes full of irrepressible laughter.

In a few days, he would be free from this birdcage of Severodvinsk!