All Forces Attack

If reading cards and Sacrifice Draw could rapidly increase an individual’s strength, even making them stronger when facing stronger opponents,

then the third, entirely new Card Draw Ability—granting cards—could extend that trait across an entire faction.

"With this, once World War II is over, the plan to cultivate a family power will be another major step closer to perfection."

At that thought, Kyle’s excitement refused to settle for a long while.

Previously, even with plans to build up his own force, he had only Dragon Turtle Island, a gigantic ancient turtle island, as a territorial foundation. Granting cards was what truly counted as the basis and heritage for creating a family.

Still bound, Natasha noticed that the way Kyle looked at her was becoming increasingly strange. She bit her lip and turned her face away.

Hmph, men… they all think with their lower halves. Even an American Hero is no exception.

Am I really going to end my…

Natasha quietly surveyed her surroundings: a cold, cramped interrogation room, ropes binding her body, and a collar around her neck…

"What are you looking at? I told you, don’t even think about escaping this place." Kyle snapped out of his visions for the future and coldly addressed Natasha, whose head kept turning about.

Natasha’s pretty face showed a trace of unwillingness as she muttered, "I can do that, but could you untie me first? It would be more comfortable for both of us."

"Comfortable? What nonsense are you talking about?" Kyle shot her a cold glare before softening his tone. "Natasha, is your dream merely to become stronger? If I can make you stronger, would you still want to return to the Red Room?"

"You want to turn me against them?" Natasha’s eyes darted about before she flatly refused. "Whether I return to the Red Room isn’t up to me. If I betray the organization, they’ll send agents to kill me too."

"If you join my side, would you still need to fear a mere Red Room?" Kyle snorted, then fell silent in thought.

Right now, his words carried little weight. No matter how strong an individual was, they could hardly stand against an elite intelligence organization backed by a superpower. Besides, although he was a major general in the United States military, the manpower under his command essentially belonged to the country.

He did not yet hold a trump card powerful enough to make Natasha betray the Red Room, so this conversation would have to wait until later.

"Think it over by yourself first. There isn’t much I can promise you right now, but from this moment on, I can at least guarantee your safety."

As Kyle spoke, he rose from his chair, drew the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword from his back, and made a light slashing motion forward.

The next instant, the ropes around Natasha’s waist were cleanly severed and fell to the floor.

"Someday, you’ll understand that the choice I gave you today is a blessing not even God could grant."

After leaving those confident words behind, Kyle opened the interrogation room door and prepared to leave.

Natasha hurriedly called out, "At least take this collar off my neck!"

"Behave yourself. I’ll have someone bring you meals regularly. Don’t even think about escaping this place." Kyle shrugged as he walked out, then locked the iron security door behind him.

If she truly wanted to escape, she could probably get away even if an entire American military unit was assigned to guard her. But if she genuinely harbored even the slightest desire to leave the Red Room, then she would accept her supposedly inescapable captivity and remain here.

It was a little psychological tactic.

The warship was about to set sail as well, and Kyle intended to handle these matters slowly after this battle.

"He really left?" Left alone in the interrogation room, Natasha sat gloomily in her chair, tilting her head slightly as she recalled Kyle’s proposal.

Betray the Red Room and join him?

"No matter how I look at it, that’s the worst possible choice." Natasha scratched her head irritably, then simply stopped thinking about it and lay facedown on the table.

On the deck of the battleship, beneath the scorching noon sun,

thousands of American soldiers clad in Combat Suits and carrying firearms stood in neat formation. Their gazes were fixed ahead, focused on the cold young man wearing a general’s coat.

"The anchor has been raised…"

"All naval personnel are in position!"

"The captain and first officer are ready in the control room!"

"All combat troops are fully equipped and ready for battle!"

After delivering his report, Fury lowered his communicator and saluted the young man by the bow railing. "Departure time is approaching! Major General Kyle, please give the order!"

Kyle nodded and gazed out at the boundless sea. "Then set sail! Our destination—the Normandy Coast!"

"Yes!" Fury nodded and immediately contacted the other end of the communicator.

Very soon, the battleship took the lead as the vanguard of the fleet, officially setting sail and cutting through the waves toward the distance.

At the same time, the hundreds and thousands of other warships anchored nearby also set sail behind it, surging through the waves across several miles of sea.

Besides the restless waves churning across the sea, thousands of fighter planes filled the sky like a swarm of bees leaving their hive, flying in almost the same direction.

For this joint operation of the three allied nations, more than two million soldiers had been deployed! The weapons and ammunition were countless! One could imagine just how brutal the coming landing operation would be.

Standing at the bow of the battleship, Kyle removed his general’s coat, fully revealing the seamless black Venom Suit beneath.

A Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword was strapped across his back. His right hand and arm were entirely covered by the cold, dark Vibranium Bracer. Two Energy Pistols were holstered at the sides of his lower legs, connected to the suit, while the new Gravity Magnet was fitted at his waist. He was fully armed!

Fury moved beside Kyle and quietly reminded him, "Kyle, don’t charge in so fiercely this time. You’re a major general, a commander the enemy will focus their fire on."

Kyle smiled. "All right. Isn’t the rear command of the army I lead entirely in your hands?"

"I was just worried…" Before he could finish, Fury realized he had said the wrong thing and spread his hands helplessly.

Kyle really was not someone he needed to worry about.

After all, he had never been an officer who merely talked tactics on paper, but a genuine Super Soldier who fought on the battlefield!

Fury explained, "Once our warships reach the opposite shore, the Allied forces will split into five armies and land at separate beaches. The warships and fighter planes will cooperate with us to suppress their tanks and fortifications. The troops only need to keep advancing, occupy every place they reach, eliminate the enemy forces, and completely liberate France from German occupation first."

"You only need to give us the direction and scope of the attack," Kyle said coldly.

Offensive operations were his specialty!

I haven’t really researched the specific details of landing battles, so please go easy on the historical accuracy. Just treat it as a large-scale battle in a parallel world.