Chapter 45: Crush Nuclear Weapons to Dust! The Army Commander Kneels and Trembles

The fierce wind tore at Ryan's black combat coat at 30,000 feet.

He stared expressionlessly at the century-old castle below, as if looking at a pile of ashes about to scatter.

"Commander, plasma main cannon charged and ready." A mechanically cold voice came through the tactical communicator.

"Fi...

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