215 Bellevue

In a semi-underground bunker with a thick concrete shell, more than 30 kilometers south of the Falling Dragon City, a group of staff members are gathered around.

"Have you thought about it? Once the coordinates are entered... it means that the coordinates have completely disappeared from the map!" The general in charge of the missile launch stood in front of a piece of equipment and asked several generals.

"If it's not Bellevue here, then we are saying that a nuclear bomb was wasted." Another general was also worried and looked at the officer in charge of the intelligence department.

"We have confirmed the coordinates again and again. After repeated confirmation by the reconnaissance plane, there is no problem with the coordinates." The officer of the intelligence department lowered his head and checked the information from the Air Force, nodded and said.

The general of the ballistic missile force said to the technicians around him: "Then, gentlemen, say goodbye to Bellevue."

Hearing his order, these technicians used the newly invented keyboard to enter a series of instructions on the coordinate computer.

The combination of these instructions represents a coordinate, which will guide the nuclear warhead carried by the Dongfeng HM-5 ballistic missile to accurately fly to this coordinate.

Basically referring to the ballistic missile developed by the US Minuteman Missile, the technology is very advanced. Theoretically, the actual hit accuracy of such a missile is in the meter-a terrifying accuracy for a ballistic missile.

You must know that this missile carries a single nuclear warhead with a yield of more than 1 million tons. If it hits a city-level target, it can be completely destroyed, and the damage distance is far greater than the hit accuracy radius of 300 meters.

"The coordinates have been set! Your Excellency General!" The engineer who completed the operation stood up, gave up his position, and lowered his head to report: "This nuclear bomb is ready for launch."

"Get ready to launch!" The general handed the contents of his hand to the two launch personnel, then wrote his name on the launch log, left the launch password, turned and walked out of the room, walking towards the Prepared underground bunker.

Although this Dongfeng HM-5 ballistic missile has been experimentally launched, the necessary safety work must be prepared.

Soon, with the sound of an alarm, the strategic missile made all preparations for launch. The two launch personnel glanced at each other, and at the same time opened the sealed envelope they were holding, and took out the launch driver from inside. The two of them took a step apart, simultaneously inserting the driver into the switch.

"Three, two, one!" After the countdown, the two of them turned the actuator at the same time, and then pressed the launch button in front of each other to launch the missile out of the underground missile silo.

Huge flames washed away the foreign objects and dust beside the launch silo, and the dazzling flames rolled and evaporated beside the launch silo.

Immediately after, the heavy missile climbed up a little bit, finally revealing a round warhead, and then a straight body.

With a huge vibration, the missile took off and flew vertically into the sky like a rocket. The billowing smoke from the tail of the missile continued upward, and eventually the missile itself became a small black spot in the naked eye and disappeared above the blue sky.

This ballistic missile is not the Scud ballistic missiles that were handed over to the IX Corps. It's a veritable big guy, and a true ICBM.

It can be launched from the hinterland of Ireland Hill and directly hit targets 10,000 kilometers away.

It has a greater range than a bomber and is harder to intercept than a bomber.

After all, most of the flight trajectory of this missile is in low orbit in outer space. There is no magician who can fly to this height, and fighting in a vacuum is no different from a joke.

"Successful launch!" Looking at the data panel and the various information fed back by the missile, a staff member looked at his colleagues. The colleague nodded and wrote down some launch data on the notebook in his hand.

At the same time, in Serris City, Chris took the documents from Luther in his office: "Oh? The nuclear bomb attack on Bellevue started a few minutes ago?"

This plan was indeed approved by him. Ever since the puppet empire was involved in the war in the Holy Demon Empire theater, Chris and his senior management began to discuss the feasibility of revenge. Because there are no precise coordinates of important targets within the puppet empire, the revenge is mainly aimed at the Holy Devil Empire.

Ailan Hill planned to destroy Bellevue to make the puppet empire give up the assassination of Chris, and also hoped that through this attack, the high-level officials of the Holy Demon Empire would realize how much wrong they had made.

Moreover, they hoped that this fatal blow could destroy the pride of the Magic Empire, allowing them to sit at the negotiating table honestly and admit their failure-although a full-scale war had broken out, Alan Hill still hoped that it could end as soon as possible. this war.

Chris also has his own considerations for the reason why nuclear weapons were not used on a large scale. On the one hand, the puppet is not afraid of radioactive contamination. In the places destroyed by nuclear bombs, the troops of Alan Hill may not be able to enter immediately, but the puppet can definitely go in to perform combat missions.

On the other hand, the effective killing of puppets by nuclear bombs is not obvious. Except for the puppets that are directly destroyed, the remaining puppets will not be affected - and the front line contaminated by nuclear weapons is the one that the Alan Hill forces are unwilling to face. of.

Therefore, the plan to attack the front line was abandoned by Chris, as well as the nuclear destruction plan to attack the city of the Holy Demon Empire. For Ailan Hill, these lands are all "valuable", and they need to be used immediately. Using a nuclear bomb to attack the land that they are about to occupy is undoubtedly asking for trouble.

Therefore, Ireland Hill does not have a large-scale nuclear bomb attack plan, but is more enthusiastic about conquering these lands with conventional weapons, and then using them directly.

From this point of view, it can also be seen that the scorched earth policy is unpopular no matter where it is, and everyone still prefers the more profitable means of war. After all, war is just a continuation of politics.

"Yes, Your Majesty! About five minutes ago, the Dongfeng HM-5 ballistic missile was launched." Luther stood in front of Chris and reported respectfully, "Everything went well."

Chris looked at the watch on his wrist and found a very interesting thing - as long as he waits here for more than 20 minutes, the magical city of Bellevue, thousands of miles away, will be here from now on. Disappeared on the continent...

Those old exaggerated descriptions of sword immortals have been turned into reality by technology: a sword flies thousands of miles away, and beheading an enemy is as easy as the palm of your hand.

It's just that his flying sword is a bit big - more than 18 meters in length, close to 1.7 meters in diameter, and the take-off weight is a full 34 and a half tons! It can span a distance of ten times a thousand miles and destroy the enemy.

Of course, the lethality of this giant "flying sword" is a bit large. Even if you only want to kill one person, you need to be buried with a city person.

When the missile jumped into the starry sky and began to accelerate forward along the predetermined trajectory, countless magicians and civilians in the remote magical city of Bellevue did not know that their doomsday had come.

There were still many people coming and going on the streets, which were already very depressed because of the war. Everyone talked about things on the front line together, and from time to time there were patrolling soldiers walking through the streets and alleys with long swords.

"I heard that Alan Hill's army has hit the mountains..." At the corner of the street, a magician looked left and right, and told his companions what he had heard recently.

"Who did you listen to? Don't spread the news!" The person who heard it looked around, gossiping with great vigilance: "How did I hear about it, and how did I hit Gracie?"

"That's the old yellow calendar... Now the mountains have been occupied by Ailan Hill! If it wasn't for the reinforcements of the puppet empire, it is estimated that Dorkham is now lost..." The well-informed magician explained.

"Really?" The other magician nodded when he heard the news, and sighed again: "Well, why did you fight with Grecon, the Eternal Empire, and Alan Hill..."

As they muttered about these things on the front lines, overhead, unseen, a massive missile shed its last stage of rocket boosters. The propellers, which had run out of fuel, tumbled through the sky, and the remaining missile bodies began to charge into the atmosphere.

As the projectile fell, the missile's speed also increased. Its outer shell became hot due to friction, and the speed began to approach fifteen times the speed of sound.

This was much faster than a bullet, leaving a dazzling trail in the sky like a meteor.

Some magicians who discovered this trace raised their heads, and several senior magicians from the puppet empire also saw this spectacular sight.

The senior magician of the puppet empire sitting in Bellevue was reminded by his subordinates, stood on the balcony and looked up at the sky, and then he was shocked and suddenly shouted: "No! This must be Alan Hill's new weapon!"

"Intercept it! Quick!" The magician of the puppet empire jumped up and flew into the sky following that trajectory. As a result, before he could wave his hand to draw the magic circle, the warhead with a speed of more than 15 times the speed of sound crossed his line of defense with a turbulent airflow.

The next second, in the not fully unfolded Bellevue giant magic circle, behind the high-level magician of the puppet empire, a light like a miracle suddenly burst out, evaporating everything around it...

Struggling in the turbulent airflow, the puppet empire magician who managed to stabilize his figure just turned his head, his eyes widened subconsciously, and he uttered the last syllable of his life: "I..."

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