"I must be an idiot. There's a crucial problem: we simply don't have the capability to produce missiles. How are we going to equip our warships with missiles?" Ryan realized a serious issue at this moment. They had been working tirelessly to improve their ammunition production for the future fleet. You should know that the port will only produce warships for you, but the weapons and ammunition needed for the warships are not the port's responsibility. However, it can provide free repair services to the commander. But before Ryan could even feel happy, he heard that the port repairs were free, but the parts needed to produce warships would consume corresponding resource points. "Commander, we can cram air-to-ground missiles into the warships. Both the Raider air-to-ground missiles and the Cruiser cruise missiles can be cramed onto the warships." Ma Yuchuan glanced at Ryan with a hint of helplessness. Didn't he know there was a way to "take on all three branches of the armed forces"?

Ryan was sitting in his office, looking at the operational data from various parts of the base. Everything was going well, which made him very happy. But just then, he heard someone knocking on his door. He put down his work, closed his laptop, and gently called out to the door, "Come in." Ryan heard the door open and subconsciously turned around to look. She found that it was none other than Xie Hui. However, the person next to him made her a little uneasy. The person who came in was Zhou Xuezhi, the Chief of Staff of the Lianshan City Operations Command. "Haha, Chief of Staff Zhou, it's been a long time. What brings you here?" "Haha, it's nothing special, we just came to ask Brother Jiang for a favor." Zhou Xuezhi said with a smile. Xie Hui and Zhou Ziyi gestured helplessly, and Ryan understood what he meant. He got up from his chair, led everyone to the tea table, and gestured for them to sit down. Zhou Ziyi and Xie Hui were laughing and joking on the side. They had no idea what

As people slowly woke up from their sleep in the early morning, they enjoyed the morning light, gently patting their faces to quickly wake themselves up. After getting up, they looked at the clock and thermometer on the wall; the morning temperature had already dropped to less than twelve degrees Celsius. The group picked up their phones and discovered that they had already received a low-temperature warning from the radar station on Haidong Island. However, this did not affect them. They were already used to surviving, or rather, living, in low-temperature environments. Low temperatures did bring a lot of trouble, but they got used to it. Ryan stood by the window, looking at the world outside. How long had he been here? He seemed to have forgotten. He no longer had such a strong desire to return home, because in this world, he already had people he cared about, he had his own family, and his own loved ones. This was the greatest comfort to his deeply hidden soul. Ryan tiptoed to

"What are they trying to do? They're not planning to use rockets to deal with these ice floes, are they?" a platoon leader asked curiously. They knew that rockets could indeed produce a lot of destructive force, but it seemed unlikely that they would be very effective against so many ice fragments. He also couldn't quite understand the engineers' thinking.The engineers smiled, and after confirming that their calculations were correct, they didn't even turn back. They quickly jumped into the trench, signaling everyone to lie down properly, because things wouldn't be so comfortable later. The others didn't quite understand what they meant by "not feeling well.""Three! Two! One! Ignition!" The engineers pressed the start button one after another. The ordinary iron tubes instantly spewed out a large amount of flames. The high-temperature flames instantly shot out fire dragons on the coastline, scaring everyone into retreating into the trenches. They didn't want to be sprayed by the rock

The soldiers looked out at the sea of ​​fire outside the port. They couldn't see the scene they wanted to see through their binoculars, but they could still see that the ice at the edge of the flames was indeed melting, and a large amount of ice water was flowing into the ocean, which would then be left to the sea to dispose of."Still unable to contact the unmanned submarines below Shanghai?" Wei Shanwen returned to the drone combat command center. Since yesterday, several unmanned submarines had lost contact, and several attempts to contact them had failed. This was too strange; there was no reason for so many to go missing all at once."Still no. We've already checked. At first, we suspected that the ice on the sea surface was blocking the signal transmission, which caused us to lose contact with the unmanned submarine." The floating ice on the sea surface not only causes trouble for the port, but also causes huge trouble for their unmanned submarine."Can't we even connect with th