Under the night sky, amid countless drizzles of thin rain, in the mountains outside Xinquan, launch platforms rose one after another from hidden corners, shaking off mud and stones.
In an instant, they completed the lock-on.
Then, as if stars, the hot lights soared into the sky—over the past half month, the short-range missiles produced day and night by the underground workshops had nearly overflowed the stock; there was no need for frugality now, even a few rounds of spending couldn't exhaust it.
To counter the Water Ghost attacks, Ji Jue had already received defensive permits from the Hai Province Lords' base weeks ago, not to mention these missiles launched towards the sea wouldn't head inland, avoiding any possible taboos.
Suddenly, steel stars with dazzling light and trails shot into the sky, raced across hundreds of kilometers in the blink of an eye, plunged into the dense fog, then burst with a roar.
