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Chapter 798: World War Begins (Russia Vs USA)



The world stood on the brink of a catastrophic conflict as the rivalry between Russia and the USA reached its climax, all according to the meticulous planning of Wang Jian. The stage was set for a confrontation that would reshape global dynamics.

In the bustling city of Moscow, a dark plot unfolded. General Sergei Petrov, a revered military strategist, fell victim to a meticulously planned assassination. The blame was swiftly placed on the CIA, with evidence strategically planted to support this narrative. The world watched in shock as the news spread, and Russia seethed with anger, ready to unleash its fury.

Vladimir Kozlov, the formidable leader of Russia, addressed the world with a fiery speech. "The United States has crossed a line that cannot be ignored," he proclaimed, his voice reverberating through the grand hall. "They have taken the life of one of our most brilliant minds, a man who dedicated his life to protecting our nation. This is an act of war, and we will respond with unwavering determination!"

The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and chants, the crowd echoing "Russia! Russia!" with fervent patriotism. Kozlov raised his hand, commanding silence. "We will not tolerate the USA's attempts to dominate the world. We will strike back with force and precision. This is a declaration of war against the United States and their allies! We will not back down!"

The declaration sent shockwaves across the globe, dividing nations. Italy, Germany, Spain, Japan, China, and North Korea swiftly pledged their support to Russia, sensing an opportunity to challenge the USA's global dominance. On the other side, the USA found allies in Ukraine, the UK, France, Israel, and a handful of smaller nations, united in their resolve to counter the Russian aggression.

Wang Jian, the mastermind behind this intricate plot, observed the unfolding events from his luxurious suite in Rome, surrounded by his entourage of girlfriends and mistresses. The atmosphere was electric, with laptops humming and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Maps adorned the tables, marked with pins indicating the positions of the world's powers.

"Behold," Wang Jian whispered, his eyes sparkling with a blend of ambition and satisfaction. "The stage is set, and the players are poised for action. The war is upon us, and the world is watching our every move."

Jessica, one of his girlfriends, spoke up, her voice laced with gravity. "Jian, the world is holding its breath. Each decision we make from here on will shape the course of history. We must be vigilant and strategic in our actions."

Bella, another girlfriend of Wang Jian, chimed in, "Indeed, we've set the perfect trap. The USA is isolated, their allies stretched thin. They are unprepared for the onslaught we're about to unleash."

Emma, her expression serious, nodded in agreement. "But we must not underestimate them. The USA possesses some of the most advanced military technology. They will not surrender without a fierce fight."

Charlotte added, her voice filled with determination, "True, but we have the advantage of surprise. We've kept them off-balance, and now we strike when they are at their weakest."

Sarah spoke with conviction, "And let's not forget, we have Russia's military might on our side. With their strength and our strategic planning, we can shift the tide of this war in our favor."

Wang Jian nodded, his gaze sweeping across the room, taking in the focused expressions of his team. "Well said. We must maintain our vigilance and stay one step ahead. Keep a close eye on every development, every move they make. We must anticipate their strategies and counter them."

The war commenced with a devastating series of submarine attacks. Russian submarines, armed with state-of-the-art torpedoes and cruise missiles, unleashed their fury on US naval bases and aircraft carriers in the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans. The US Navy, caught off guard, struggled to defend against the relentless assault.

In the Pentagon, the top military brass gathered in a tense atmosphere, their eyes fixed on the screens displaying the destruction of their ships. Admiral Thomas Harris, the Chief of Naval Operations, turned to his team, his voice laced with urgency. "We must retaliate immediately! We cannot allow them to gain the upper hand."

General Linda Thompson, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, nodded in agreement. "We must retaliate, but with precision. We cannot afford further losses. We need to strike at their vulnerabilities."

A young lieutenant stepped forward, her voice steady and confident. "Sir, we have intelligence of a Russian submarine fleet amassing near the Bering Strait. If we target them, we can disrupt their supply lines and cripple their naval operations in the Pacific."

Admiral Harris' eyes narrowed, a grim smile playing on his lips. "Excellent. Launch the attack. Let's show them we won't be defeated so easily."

The US Navy responded with a barrage of missiles, targeting the Russian submarine fleet. The battle raged for hours, the ocean becoming a chaotic arena of explosions and sinking vessels. But the Russians were prepared, having anticipated the counterattack. They deployed advanced anti-missile systems, safeguarding their submarines.

As the dust settled, the US Navy had suffered significant losses. The Russian submarine fleet, though damaged, managed to escape, claiming victory in the first round of the naval battle.

Simultaneously, the Russian Air Force unleashed a relentless assault on US military bases and civilian cities. The skies above the USA reverberated with the thunder of fighter jets and the piercing screams of missiles. The US Air Force scrambled to defend their airspace, but the Russians were relentless in their pursuit of dominance.

In the heart of Washington D.C., the White House was under siege. Explosions rocked the streets, and terrified civilians screamed for help. President Elizabeth Hartley, her voice trembling with urgency, turned to her advisors, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

"We must evacuate," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "This place is no longer safe. We need to ensure the safety of our people."

Secret Service Agent John Smith, his voice steady and commanding, responded, "Madam President, we have a secure location prepared. We can move you there immediately."

President Hartley nodded, her eyes hardening with determination. "Let's go. We must show the world that we will not be intimidated. We will stand united in the face of these attacks."

As the President was escorted to safety, the Russian Air Force continued its relentless assault. They targeted key cities, crippling the USA's ability to respond. New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago became battlegrounds, with buildings burning and missiles exploding overhead.

The US Air Force fought back with all their might, engaging the Russians in intense dogfights. The skies became a theater of war, filled with the roar of engines and the whine of missiles. But the Russians had the upper hand, having deployed advanced stealth technology to evade the US defenses.

As the smoke cleared, the US Air Force had suffered heavy casualties. The Russian Air Force had successfully crippled the USA's ability to respond, claiming victory in the second round of the aerial battle.

Wang Jian and his team, engrossed in the unfolding events, monitored the screens displaying news footage and military reports. Their eyes darted from one screen to another, analyzing

every move.

"Remarkable," Wang Jian murmured, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "The Russians are relentless, not giving the USA a moment to recover."

Jessica, her fingers flying across her laptop keyboard, looked up with determination. "This is a direct result of the USA's lack of preparation. Their intelligence agencies, like the CIA, were caught off guard. If they had anticipated a war against Russia, the outcome might have been

different."

Bella nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. We've created the perfect distraction, diverting their attention while we executed our plan."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Emma, deep in thought, added, "But we must not become complacent. The USA is a formidable adversary with advanced technology and a strong military. They will fight until the bitter end."

Charlotte's voice carried a sense of urgency. "We understand that, but we also know their weaknesses. They are isolated, their allies stretched thin. We must keep the pressure on, making them feel the weight of a losing battle."

Sarah spoke up, her eyes fixed on the screens. "And we must not forget the importance of satellite attacks. The USA relies heavily on satellites for communication and surveillance. If we can neutralize them, we can severely hinder their response capabilities."

Wang Jian nodded, his gaze sweeping across the room. "Well said. Let's keep a close watch on

the satellite attacks. We must anticipate their every move, every strategy they employ. We need to stay one step ahead."

The satellite attacks proved to be a turning point in the war. The USA's communication and surveillance systems were crippled, leaving them vulnerable and disoriented. The Russian military employed advanced electronic warfare technology to jam US satellites, rendering

them useless.

In the Pentagon, the top military brass watched in horror as their communication systems were systematically destroyed. General Linda Thompson, her voice filled with urgency, turned to her team.

"We must retaliate immediately! Our communication systems are vital to our operations. We

need to hit them where it hurts."

A young lieutenant, her voice steady and confident, stepped forward. "Sir, we have intelligence of a Russian electronic warfare facility near Moscow. If we can neutralize it, we

can restore our satellite capabilities."

General Thompson's eyes narrowed, a grim smile crossing her face. "Excellent. Let's take

them out. Launch the attack."

The US military responded with a barrage of missiles, targeting the Russian electronic

warfare facility. The battle raged for hours, the sky illuminated by explosions and the smoke of burning buildings. But the Russians were prepared, having anticipated the counterattack. They had deployed advanced anti-missile systems to protect their facility.

As the dust settled, the US military had suffered heavy losses. The Russian electronic warfare

facility, though damaged, managed to escape destruction, claiming victory in the third round of the war.

Meanwhile, in the USA, businessmen like Leon Devereux, the head of Devereux Industries,

rallied to support their government in the war against Russia. They understood that a defeat would have severe consequences for their businesses.

Leon Devereux, his voice filled with determination, addressed his advisors. "We must stand

with the government in this war. If we don't, everything we've built could crumble. We need

to show our support and strength."

His advisors nodded in agreement, their voices filled with concern and resolve. "We understand, Mr. Devereux. We'll provide the government with the resources they need to win this war. We'll stand united against the Russian threat."

Leon Devereux's eyes gleamed with determination. "Good. We must keep the USA strong.

We'll show the world that we are a force to be reckoned with, that we won't be intimidated by their aggression."

As the war raged on, the USA and Russia engaged in a series of brutal battles. The US military fought with unwavering determination, defending their homeland and way of life. But the Russians were relentless, striking with overwhelming force.

The US Army battled fiercely, but the Russians were relentless. They hit the USA with

lightning speed, their military might overwhelming the defenses. The battle raged for days, the ground shaking with explosions and the cries of the wounded.

In the Pentagon, the top military brass watched in despair as their forces suffered devastating losses. Admiral Thomas Harris, his voice filled with urgency, turned to his team.

"We must retaliate immediately! We cannot afford more casualties. We need to hit them

where it hurts the most."

General Linda Thompson nodded, her expression grim. "Agreed. But we must be strategic. We need to strike hard and fast, making them feel the weight of defeat."

A young lieutenant stepped forward, her voice steady. "Sir, we have intelligence of a Russian

armoured division assembling near the Ukrainian border. If we can eliminate them, we can cripple their advance."

Admiral Harris' eyes narrowed, a grim smile on his lips. "Excellent. Launch the attack. Let's show them we won't be defeated."

The US Army responded with a barrage of missiles, targeting the Russian armored division.

The battle raged for hours, the ground shaking with the force of explosions and the smoke of burning vehicles. But the Russians were prepared, having anticipated the counterattack. They had deployed advanced anti-missile systems to protect their division.

As the dust settled, the US Army had once again suffered heavy losses. The Russian armored

division, though damaged, managed to escape, claiming victory in the fourth round of the

war.