The missile attack caught Assad and his Haitian black soldiers off guard. The loud explosion from the landfill was clearly audible even in the core area.
Assad snapped back from his shock and immediately called his deputy, the Colonel, to ask about the situation, but there was no response from the other side.
"Where did these missiles come from? How could they possibly have missiles?" Assad pounded the table in disbelief and anger.
The personal soldiers in the command room exchanged looks, not daring to breathe loudly.
The technical director stepped forward reluctantly to analyze, "General, only warships and battle ships can launch such missiles. Based on radar information, the missile range is at least 200 kilometers, meaning there indeed is a battle ship at sea. We misjudged the enemy's firepower equipment."
"You don't need to tell me that? I want to know where they got the battle ship from!" Assad's face turned a mix of green and white, unable to figure it out.
