Heroes rise from the stormy world, like fish in a pond growing strong enough to flip their own tails. Every generation has its world-shakers. Montgomery, Rommel, Zhukov, Yamamoto Isoroku—no matter how history judges their actions, these names of military stars will forever shine in the annals of global warfare.
General Ross craves war—he’s always craved war. Whether it’s a righteous cause or not, nothing can extinguish the burning fire in his heart for battle. As a rising star just past fifty, he’s taken part in nearly every American military action since the end of the Cold War, a rare feat in the entire country, and that’s what’s propelled him to the rank of General.
But he thinks it’s not enough. Not even close. No matter how many brilliant achievements he racks up in these small-scale skirmishes, all he’ll get is a footnote in the military records. But that’s not what he wants. He wants to make history, he wants thunder and storm, he wants a glorious, wild era of war like World War II—that’s what he calls the peak of his life.
Only in turbulent times do true heroes emerge.
And now, he feels like his chance has finally come.
The scent of gunpowder over the Pacific is getting stronger. Fleets of armored warships are rudely slicing through the waves. Three worlds, multiple factions, all the top twenty military powers in the rankings—and a dozen more strong nations right behind—have turned their strength and focus on a single line stretching straight east.
The Black Death Emperor’s pace is steady—neither fast nor slow, never wavering, moving in an impossibly straight line. Even spy satellites can’t detect the slightest curve or hesitation in his path. The fleets surrounding him, near and far, also press straight east without deviation. Now, at last, they’ve reached Midway Island.
Midway Island—whether it’s the Cabinet, Parliament, Pentagon, or other nations’ general staffs, everyone’s marked Midway as the final line of death. The US President personally called the frontline commander, strictly ordering that no multinational navy be allowed to cross Midway by even a single step.
Since World War II, America has never let the flames of war reach its own soil. That distant blue ocean has always been the perfect strategic buffer zone for making a killing off war—and that’s something they absolutely won’t allow to change.
But now, that whole setup is facing its toughest challenge yet.