The artillery shells met an unexpected obstacle. The AA that Redblood had requested was a special shield. Only one artillery shell made it to the floor, before the machines were fire up, and the rest were destroyed by a clearish bubble lookig shield, composed of thousands and thousands of octangular panes of light and energy. These were intended to act as a barricade for jets to unknowingly crash into, but they served this purpose as well

"CAPTAIN! The artillery has successfully been nullified" a scout confirmed. "We lost a fire hydrant less than a block away though. We believe they were aiming for the tower sir. You should relocate, in case the shields fail for whatever reason." Alexander considered the advice, stood, and walked over to his balcony to think. There, he saw the trails of smoke leading skywards, and pointed at them.

"Those are the scource of their artillery strikes. Scramble the Jets on the destroyers, and have them fly around the city. I want a bombing raid on those plumes within 5 minuts. I also want a tank parked outside and ready for evac to the subway station before i reach the first floor." Alexander continued to think. "Whats the status on evacuating the remaining humans?"

"The humans were evacuated without error sir." His scout was dialing madly on the phone trying to get the orders out. Alexander slapt the iphone from his hands angrily, and told him to go get a secure line. Within the minut, the sound of Jet engines filled the sky, as 3 dozen F-160 bombers (imaginary bombers.) took off, each armed with enough explosives to level a small hill. 6 dozen fighter jets accompanied them to provide cover u tul the payloads reached their destinations. Alexander climbed unto the tank, with sword and shield, and drove down the streets yelling for humans who had stayed to take shelter in the subways.

Whilst driving, Alexander had an idea. He leant to a scout, and asked for them to find a medical weed clinic, and to order enough for all ground troops. THC, though normally a depressent, acts as a powerfull stimulant in undead, which would for short whiles turn them into near super soldiers. As he made the request, he recieved confirmation after confirmation from his snipers. They were pickig off any human who poked their heads above the hillsides, and doing a good job at it too.