Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System-Chapter 226 The B-2 Bomber Debut

Above the Oriental Blackwatch Military Camp, cruising at thirty thousand feet, the Northrop Grumman B-2 Spirit stealth bomber maintained a steady flight path. Inside the cockpit, the pilot and co-pilot worked in tandem, their movements precise and methodical. The aircraft, known for its stealth capabilities and substantial payload capacity, was now a crucial element in the unfolding operation below.

"Ghost Leader to Eagle Actual, we have reached the target location," the pilot communicated.

Back at the command center, Richard responded promptly. "Eagle Actual to Ghost Leader, confirm target acquisition. You are clear to commence operation."

The pilot acknowledged, "Roger that, Eagle Actual. Preparing for bombing sequence."

Inside the B-2, the atmosphere was one of intense focus. The bomber was equipped with state-of-the-art avionics and navigation systems. The pilot navigated the B-2 using a combination of GPS and inertial guidance systems, ensuring pinpoint accuracy for the drop.

"Initiating bomb bay doors opening," the co-pilot announced, activating the controls. The bomb bay doors responded, opening smoothly, revealing the payload within. The B-2 carried a mix of precision-guided bombs, each capable of causing significant damage upon impact.

The pilot cross-checked their altitude and coordinates against the target below. The B-2's Heads-Up Display (HUD) provided critical information in real-time, overlaying the target data over the pilot's field of view. He made slight adjustments to align the aircraft perfectly with the target.

"Eagle Actual, Ghost Leader. Bomb bay doors open, aligning for drop."

Richard's voice came through the radio, "Ghost Leader, you are authorized to engage. Execute with extreme precision."

"Copy that, Eagle Actual. Engaging target."

The pilot and co-pilot synchronized their actions for the bombing sequence. They activated the internal targeting system, locking onto the designated coordinates within the Oriental Blackwatch Military Camp. The system calculated the optimal release point for the bombs, factoring in the aircraft's speed, altitude, and wind conditions.

"Target locked. Commencing countdown," the co-pilot confirmed. The countdown began.

The pilot held the aircraft steady, his hands firm on the controls. At the designated moment, he pressed the release button. The bombs, each attached to a precision-guidance kit, detached from the B-2 and began their descent toward the camp.

"Payload deployed. Bombs away," the pilot reported.

The B-2 continued its flight path, now lighter without its payload. The bombs, guided by GPS and laser systems, descended toward their target. Each bomb was programmed to detonate upon impact, designed to maximize damage to structures and personnel in the area. Each bomb has an ordinance of about 2000 pounds of explosive material, making them exceptionally destructive, and there are about 50 of them falling to the ground. As the bombs approached the ground, they maintained their trajectory, aided by the guidance systems to ensure maximum accuracy.

Back at the command center, Richard watched the live feed stoically. The Oriental Crown has done its job, which is to contain Crimson inside the Oriental Blackwatch Camp by keeping her occupied and unaware of the impending airstrike.

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Meanwhile, on the ground, Crimson heard a whistling sound above her. She instinctively looked up, her eyes narrowing as she sensed the impending danger. The skies, once clear, were now marked by the descending bombs, their presence betrayed by the whistling as they cut through the air at high speed.

Crimson swiftly conjured a massive blood shield above her. As the bombs neared their target, they began to detonate upon impact. Massive explosions rocked the Oriental Blackwatch Camp, sending shockwaves through the ground. Buildings crumbled, vehicles were tossed like toys, and the landscape was rapidly transformed into a fiery inferno.

Amidst the chaos, Crimson's shield held strong against the initial barrage. The explosions created a dome of fire and smoke around her, but she remained unscathed, her shield absorbing the impact of the blasts. However, as the relentless assault continued, the strain on her defenses began to show.

With each explosion, her shield flickered and wavered, the energy required to maintain it under such duress visibly taxing her. The continuous bombardment was unlike anything she had faced before, and it was clear that even her formidable powers had limits.

The ground around her was a scene of devastation, with craters pockmarking the landscape and debris scattered in all directions. The air was thick with dust and smoke, making it difficult to see, but the sound of the explosions was unmistakable.

As more bombs fell, the shield began to crack, small fissures appearing across its surface. Crimson gritted her teeth, focusing all her energy on maintaining the barrier, but it was clear she was struggling. The relentless impact of the bombs was overwhelming her defenses, leaving her vulnerable for the first time.

Finally, a particularly powerful explosion struck near her, the force of the blast too much for the weakened shield. It shattered, sending shards of blood-like energy scattering into the air. Crimson was thrown to the ground, her body battered by the shockwave.

The bombing didn't end there as she saw twenty more bombs dropping to her spot. Without much time to react, she scrambled to her feet, attempting to dodge the incoming onslaught. However, it was futile as the bombs continued to rain down with unrelenting fury. Each explosion was closer than the last.

Crimson tried to summon another barrier, but her powers were depleted. Her attempts were feeble, and the protective layer she managed to create was quickly torn apart by the next wave of explosions. The invincible Crimson, who had seemed unstoppable moments ago, was now being torn apart by the merciless bombardment. Limbs were severed, and her once formidable figure was dismembered by the relentless impact of the explosions.

The final bomb detonated directly above Crimson, its impact sending a colossal blast wave that obliterated everything in its vicinity.

"All bombs detonated upon impact Eagle Actual," Ghost Leader announced.

"I need visual confirmation," Richard ordered.

"Copy that, bringing up the EO/IR camera system now," the co-pilot responded, activating the Electro-Optical/Infrared (EO/IR) surveillance system installed in the B-2. This advanced camera system allowed for detailed imaging of the ground, even from high altitudes, using a combination of optical and thermal imaging technologies.

The EO/IR system zoomed in on the devastated Oriental Blackwatch Military Camp, transmitting high-resolution images back to the bomber and to the command center. The camera panned over the area, providing a clear view of the aftermath of the bombardment.

The camp was—unrecognizable with skyscrapers mostly dominating within the perimeter of the camp, crumbling and their facade shattered. The streets were littered with craters, and there were fires here and there. It was sad to see.

As the camera focused on the epicenter of the explosions, they saw the body of Crimson, her body torn and dismembered yet regenerating.

"Okay this time, no mistake. Let's retrieve her body and extract the pill out of her," Richard ordered, looking at Graves.

"With pleasure."