The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 602 - 595: My Missile

The long steel torrent slowly made its way across the grassland.

This was a very chaotic convoy, composed of heavy trucks, which carried tanks. Flanking the heavy trucks on all sides were numerous wheeled armored vehicles.

There were not only these tanks and armored vehicles in the Solar System, but all the heavy flatbed trucks that could transport tanks were here—seventy-six of them, each loaded with one tank.

Perhaps many people didn’t know that tanks and armored vehicles had motor hour limits. If they relied on their own power for a cross-country march of nearly a thousand kilometers, then upon reaching the combat area, it was likely many of the tanks would need immediate maintenance.

Therefore, for such long-distance marches, tanks were transported by trucks or trains. Of course, there were also times when tanks had to march long distances on their own power, but that only happened when there was no other option.

But with a command, those slowly advancing trucks came to a stop.

In the cabin of an inconspicuous wheeled armored vehicle in the convoy, where all the seats on both sides had been removed, there were only two comfortable armchairs and one large wooden box.

"Why have we stopped? Are we there?"

Big Ivan asked languidly, and Uri Young, who was next to him, immediately stood up and took a quick look outside through the firing port, then nodded, "Everyone’s stopped. We must be there."

"Finally there... that was fast."

While saying something contradictory, Big Ivan nodded towards the large wooden box in front of him and said, "If we’re there, let’s start. Open it."

Uri Young reached out and opened the box. Inside the ordinary green wooden box was an ordinary wooden rack, and on the ordinary wooden rack, there lay an ordinary warhead.

No, this warhead wasn’t ordinary, because it was a nuclear warhead carried by a Soviet Union R-36M intercontinental missile, with a yield of one megaton—an amount capable of destroying a city.

The R-36M was its Soviet Union designation, but perhaps it was better known by another name, its NATO codename SS-18, Satan.

The SS-18 MOD2 type intercontinental missile could carry ten separate warheads, and the one under Big Ivan’s feet was one of them.

The ordinary box was opened to reveal the extraordinary warhead, then, Uri Young opened a black box that looked like a briefcase. Once open, it revealed a simple screen with ten-digit keys. Next to the keys, there was a red knob.

"Boss..."

All was prepared, and Big Ivan stood up. He walked over to the wooden box, looked sternly at the warhead for a moment, and then typed a few numbers on the keypad.

The screen lit up, showing an input box. Uri Young frowned, then couldn’t help saying, "How long?"

Big Ivan smiled slightly and said, "The kind that detonates immediately."

Big Ivan was about to reach for it when Uri Young suddenly said, "Wait, Boss, I feel... perhaps the time is just a bit too short. A twist and it explodes... I won’t even have time to feel my own greatness and sacrifice. How about setting it for ten seconds?"

After thinking for a moment, Big Ivan said, "Fine, ten seconds."

Big Ivan entered the number 10 into the input box and then pressed confirm. The computer screen turned dark once again.

Uri Young exhaled and whispered softly, "Activated. The greatest weapon in the world, ten seconds..."

Big Ivan pointed at Uri Young and said, "Close it up. I don’t want you accidentally touching the button."

"With a glass cover..."

"What if it breaks? Close it, close it up."

Uri Young closed the suitcase again, and Big Ivan let out a sigh of relief. He settled back into the sofa chair, thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed, "If we’re going to die, we’ll die by Satan’s hand, haha. How I wish I had a Big Ivan, that would be worthy of my name."

Uri Young shrugged his shoulders, and just then, a piercing alarm sounded from outside.

Someone was knocking on the armored vehicle’s door, and when Uri Young went to open it, Li Pengfei appeared at the rear of the vehicle.

Li Pengfei glanced inside and shouted loudly, "Are you ready?"

Big Ivan nodded with a smile, "Ready. If you say ’detonate,’ then it will detonate."

Li Pengfei urgently said, "We are now only eighty kilometers from Djibouti. The air defense radar has detected planes taking off. Get ready, the enemy is about to launch an air attack. It’s safer for you to come outside."

Big Ivan spread his hands, stood up, and then leaped down from the rear door of the armored vehicle.

Shading his eyes with his hand, he looked around and pointed in a direction, "Uri, where are we going?"

There was a tree that could provide shade.

"Be safe."

Li Pengfei simply reminded them, then quickly ran toward his own armored vehicle.

Tanks that had started up were coming down from flatbed trucks, and others were just beginning to start, so there was a continuous roar all around.

Big Ivan took a look and then pointed at an anti-aircraft missile carrier with a rapidly rotating radar and shouted, "Ha, Uri, look, the Doer M1—that’s ours, the anti-aircraft missile carrier we brought here."

Uri Young took a look and said, "Yes, our missile carrier."

Big Ivan continued to look around, then once again exclaimed with exhilaration, "Ha, hahaha! Look, there’s the S-300 over there. The Sanitation Worker is going to be in big trouble."

Uri Young said, "Boss, you obviously know that all the air defense missiles here were supplied by us, so why are you so excited?"

Big Ivan was stumped. He thought for a moment, then nodded, "Because I just sell arms, I sell arms that are used to kill. But now, Uri, look around, look at our surroundings, our arms are being used to save humanity."

Big Ivan took a deep breath, hands on hips, his face filled with emotion, "As an arms dealer, don’t you find it immensely satisfying that your weapons are being used in this great war to save humanity? Uri, this is the first time I’ve ever been proud of my weapons. Though I lost any so-called guilt a long time ago, now, I truly feel proud."

A 5V55R missile was ejected from its launcher, then the missile ignited in the air, turned, and with a long white trail, rapidly disappeared into the horizon.

Big Ivan began to laugh heartily, putting his hands on his hips, then he pointed toward the white trail in the sky, shouting loudly, "Mine! This is my missile! Made in Russia, the best anti-air missile in the world! Mine! My missile!"

There were two battalions of S300 here, with eight launch units and thirty-two launch systems, totaling 196 missiles.

The Uranus Troops dared to stop and deploy just eighty kilometers from Djibouti because the air defense missile units had already arrived here first and completed their combat deployment.

As missiles soared into the sky one after another, Big Ivan did not know how many enemy planes had taken off, but he knew that all the enemy’s planes would be shot down by his missiles.