In the territory of Shat, a group of heavily armed American soldiers were sweeping along the road.
One younger American soldier pulled down his mask and spat out a mouthful of sand-laced saliva, "Pah! What is this godforsaken place! Sand everywhere!"
"Hahahaha," an old soldier, his face weathered by time, couldn't help but laugh. "Kid, this is nothing! You haven't experienced Shat's truly harsh weather yet?"
"Boundless sandstorms, visibility zero, dense sand pelting down, forget opening your eyes, you can't even lift your head..."
The old soldier was squinting, recounting his past experiences, when suddenly his arm was gripped tightly, almost causing him to fall. Before he could get angry, he heard a new recruit exclaim, "Captain! Look there, is that the sandstorm you mentioned!"
The old soldier looked up and saw a yellow-black sand curtain, rushing towards them like a giant dragon. It stirred up sand and stones along the way, completely burying everything in its path beneath the yellow sand!
"Damn it! Take cover, quickly! Cover your heads with your hands and get on the ground..."
The old soldier shouted, quickly signaling others to take cover, but it was too late. The roaring sand dragon engulfed the entire army.
When the wind and sand gradually subsided, only a few sand mounds remained on the ground.
Not just here, the same scene was unfolding simultaneously across Shat. The advancing American soldiers encountered a direct blow, forced to halt their advance and defend their positions.
In the Dragon Country Comprehensive Operations Center, watching the shrunken American forces on the satellite map, the Dragon Country's Commander-in-Chief of the three armed forces couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
"Professor Jing, your strategy is truly brilliant. Not only did it successfully block the American advance, but it also minimized the impact on ordinary Shat residents to the greatest extent possible."
A staff officer added, "Weather weapons are indeed effective. Shat residents frequently experience sandstorms and have ample experience in dealing with them, so they won't suffer significant losses. However, those American soldiers aren't so lucky. While the chance of death isn't high, they won't be organizing a second attack anytime soon. Furthermore, American equipment is notoriously delicate; with such severe sandstorms, a lot of it will likely need to be sent back for repairs!"
Everyone chimed in with their praise.
Jing Mingqiu waved his hand, "It's not time to celebrate yet. The American army is still rampaging within Shat. Only by thoroughly driving them back home and achieving ultimate victory will it be time to hold a victory banquet!"
"But," the staff officer looked troubled, "now that the American forces are retreating and refusing to engage, we don't have a way to mobilize enough troops in a short period!"
Jing Mingqiu's lips curved upward as he patted the control panel in front of him, "That's easy to handle. We'll continue to regulate the weather within Shat."
"I'm enough for this here. You all go prepare some cotton clothes, down jackets, and heaters, and send them to Shat."
"Huh?" The cabin crew was taken aback. "Most of Shat is desert, and the weather is very hot. Why send cotton clothes?"
Jing Mingqiu coyly withheld information, "You'll know when the time comes."
In America's Area 51, at the temporary government office.
Saloyan Primov received the latest battle report from the front lines and jumped up in anger, roaring at the meteorologist in front of him.
"What kind of job did you do! Didn't you say there wouldn't be any large-scale sandstorms in Shat for the next month? Why did the American army suddenly encounter a super sandstorm! The entire army was annihilated, not a single survivor!"
The American meteorologist, full of grievance, handed over a folder, "I don't know either! According to satellite maps and analysis of past weather data, Shat should indeed not have a super sandstorm right now!"
"Shut up!" Saloyan Primov threw the document to the ground. "Don't make excuses. Because of you, the American army has suffered huge losses. If you can't come up with a solution, you'll be court-martialed and shot on the spot!"
Facing the threat of death, the meteorologist's thoughts raced, and he suddenly thought of a crucial point, "Mr. Commander, didn't Dragon Country publicly admit that they have developed weather weapons? This could be them using weather weapons to forcibly change the weather in Shat!"
"Impossible! I've used weather weapons before... Wait a minute," Saloyan Primov said halfway, then suddenly changed his attitude, took out his phone, and waved his hand, "I have something here. You can go out for now; we'll talk about the rest later."
After the meteorologist nervously left, Saloyan Primov immediately took out his phone and called Tris Waitt.
"Doctor, besides controlling lightning, can the weather controller control anything else? For example, can it artificially create sandstorms?"
Tris Waitt's puzzled voice came through, "Normally speaking, yes. However, the Goth aliens haven't researched other weather factors much; they only control lightning."
"Then that's troublesome!" Saloyan Primov deliberately put on a distressed expression.
"Doctor, Dragon Country used weather weapons to create a large sandstorm in Shat, and our advance is severely hindered. We might not be able to provide enough oil to the Goth aliens for a while."
This statement was half true and half false. The hindered advance was true, but the inability to provide was used to deceive Tris Waitt. The American army had been fighting in the Middle East for many years and had encountered large sandstorms more than once, accumulating considerable experience. Tris Waitt, having stayed in the lab, was unaware of this and was successfully deceived by Saloyan Primov.
"This is indeed a troublesome matter. Mr. Commander, please wait a moment. I'll go ask Lord Goth if there's a suitable solution."
Saloyan Primov nodded slightly and agreed, "Alright! Then you can come directly to the temporary office here to find me. I'll be waiting for you in my office."
More than two hours later, Tris Waitt arrived at Saloyan Primov's office carrying a pile of old and new boxes, piling them all on the desk.
Before Saloyan Primov could ask, Tris Waitt preemptively explained, "These are miniature magnetic field generators. Although they are difficult to resist powerful attacks due to insufficient energy, they can easily block some of the sand and gravel kicked up by sandstorms."
Seeing is believing.
Saloyan Primov took these miniature magnetic field generators and went to the test field for testing.
Watching the sand, gravel, and even pistol bullets suspended in mid-air, he revealed a satisfied smile.
"Good, good. This power is even greater than I imagined; it can even withstand low-power pistol bullets."
Saloyan Primov gently touched the miniature magnetic field generator and murmured, "If it were a bit stronger, capable of resisting rifles, or even artillery and missiles, that would be even better."
To gain Saloyan Primov's support, Tris Waitt quickly explained, "Mr. Commander, the main issue now is insufficient energy. As long as the energy is sufficient, let alone missiles, we can even block nuclear bombs."
Hearing this, Saloyan Primov was ecstatic at first, then quickly became dejected, "What's the use of blocking them? America's damn system can also block nuclear bombs, but after blocking them, the subsequent nuclear radiation can still destroy the entire world!"
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. I'll immediately arrange for people to send these things to the American army in Shat, striving to completely conquer Shat before Dragon Country reacts."
As transport planes roared overhead, support from both Dragon Country and America arrived in Shat simultaneously.
A new war was about to begin...