Four Hundred and Thirty-Eight Washes
Due to time constraints, the sky on the puppet empire's side had not yet dawned, and it was gray and dark before dawn.
A magician sleepily took a document from his attendant, took a look and signed his name with satisfaction.
The frontline losses of the puppet empire were increasing, and the entire country was enveloped in an atmosphere of defeat.
Those who support this country are those who are responsible for resource collection-although the empire suffered heavy losses during the war, the output of resources is constantly increasing.
Last month, the puppet empire mined at least 10 million tons of magic spar. Of course, their unit of measurement is not tons, but a puzzling "Derant" that they created.
Because it is smaller than the unit ton of Alan Hill, the production report of the puppet empire last month is better: they collected 5910 drontes of magic spar, which is 333 more than before.
The reason why the magician signed the production record document with satisfaction was because he saw the mine he was responsible for, and the output was still increasing steadily.
As long as the output continues to increase, the puppet empire can continue to produce more puppet soldiers and other tools of war, and continue to persevere in this war.
He didn't have a radio here, so naturally he wouldn't hear the speech "Using the Puppet Empire to Surrender" just played by the distant Alan Hill Empire.
So he didn't know anything, he just woke up and didn't even have time to wash his face. And further west where he was sitting, there was a huge open pit that was shocking to look at.
Inside this huge mine, there are endless huge magic spar, and the quality is so high that it makes people stunned. This is the benefit of being close to the Magic Eye, and one of the reasons why the puppet empire is so tyrannical.
If this mine was born in Ireland Hill, then this mine must be full of large mining machinery.
In the puppet empire, although there are some large-scale equipment, they are not as professional and large as the mining machinery of Ailan Hill.
There are also giant eight-legged magical machines with giant robotic arms powered by puppets, which look no different from the giant spiders that the puppet empire put into front-line combat.
It's just that the giant spider war machine here has no weapons, only working robotic arms and cutting equipment.
Dozens of these giant spiders are working non-stop, and at the feet of these giant spiders are countless puppet soldiers.
These puppet soldiers work here day and night, they don't need pay or rest, they won't stop until they are completely damaged.
The huge puppet empire relies on these cheap productive forces to become the most powerful country in the world.
It is a pity that the current Ailan Hill has stronger productivity, stronger technology, and more advanced management methods than the mine in front of him.
Countless puppet soldiers were carrying the magic spar that had just been cut and produced, and walked staggeringly on the gentle slope. They have to rely on their own strength to deliver the produced magic spar mines to the carts dragged by the mountain moving beasts waiting outside the mines.
In the same way, the carts filled with ore will immediately set off, rush to some locations, put down these ore deposits, and wait for the puppet imperial cities passing through these supply stations to take these materials away.
Little did anyone know that over the heads of these puppets, the launch vehicle warhead of a Minuteman HM-5 missile began to separate.
The three nuclear warheads with a yield of 300,000 tons were separated from the carried carrier rocket body by inertia, and then they made simple adjustments in space, and then each chose their own attack target and began to accelerate the dive.
Like meteors, these warheads rushed into the atmosphere, and because of friction, the projectiles became hot and red.
They are accelerating, accelerating, accelerating again. Accelerated until nearly ten times the speed of sound, then crashed into the target.
Because the speed is too fast, this nuclear warhead does not even have the depressing sound of breaking the air. It just cuts through the sky, leaving a spectacular light and shadow in the sky, and then reaches the vicinity of the attack target, and then bursts out even more brilliant light .
When this light burst, in the entire mine, not a single puppet stopped working, they were still working non-stop, as if it was not them who were attacked.
The magician who was guarding in his room only felt the light shining outside the window. Before he could figure out what was going on, the light tore the house where he was and tore the magician's body to pieces.
In an instant, this ray of light devoured the puppets that were constantly working, and also destroyed the giant spiders that were working. Before the giant spiders with broken long legs fell down, the light evaporated these giant spider machines without even leaving any traces.
After a spectacular light, there is a surging shock wave. Where this gang wind blows, only death and mess are left.
The huge mountain-moving beasts died in the struggle, the carriage behind them was broken and damaged, and the magic spar on it was scattered, and it was shaken everywhere by the shock wave.
If only a 300,000-ton nuclear bomb exploded, it would not have such amazing power. In fact, the nuclear bomb accurately hit the ore vein of the magic spar, and the magic spar here also exploded, forming a chain reaction.
Although the detonated magic spar did not explode completely, it was still powerful, comparable to a tens of millions of tons of nuclear bombs.
Under the blessing of such an explosion, the entire mine was destroyed in an instant, and everything in it, as well as anything around it, was wiped out in an instant.
The next second, a magnificent mushroom cloud rose into the sky with the rays of the rising sun, rolling towards the sky.
The earth trembled with this tragic explosion, and the magicians of the puppet empire in the distance looked at this mushroom cloud that was ten kilometers high, and they didn't know what to do.
They didn't know what was going on because they had never seen such a terrible attack.
Then, they feel that their imagination is not enough: they have lived for hundreds of years, even thousands of years, but they have never seen such a terrible scene.
In their terrified eyes, a second mushroom cloud rose into the sky, spread farther and soared, breaking through the clouds.
Immediately after, the third and fourth such terrifying clouds bloomed in the mining areas of the puppet empire.
"This is... that kind of attack called 'nuclear strike'?" An old magician asked subconsciously, leaning on crutches, looking at the mushroom clouds that he could clearly see without much trouble.
No one around him answered, because everyone was still immersed in the shock of the nuclear attack that directly hit the heart.
In addition to talking to themselves, these magicians who saw the mushroom cloud rarely spoke, they just watched, watching the fearful clouds representing death, rising one by one on the distant horizon.
Thousands of years ago, the flames of war burned into this ancient empire for the first time. It was also thousands of years ago. The magicians of the puppet empire had to face a fact they didn't want to face: they were no longer the strongest. .
Before these magicians could feel enough, a dazzling light appeared above their heads. In just a moment, they disappeared from this world forever.
A few hours later, Frenzberg received a report from a squire that the mining area on the western side of the puppet empire had been washed with a nuclear bomb by Alan Hill.
It is indeed "washing the ground". 27 nuclear warheads with a 300,000-ton equivalent have destroyed 5 copper mines, 4 gold mines, 2 silver mines, 13 magic spar mines, 3 brilliant mines in the puppet empire. iron ore.
The precise strike effectively destroyed nearly 90% of the ore production capacity of the puppet empire.
Franzberg, who knows the industry, knows that the puppet empire is over this time, and the puppet empire that has lost these production capacity can no longer produce a large number of puppets and war machines, and continue to insist on this war.
They lost, completely lost...even, there is no chance for peace talks. Before dawn, when Frenzberg heard the capitulation speech, he had an ominous premonition.
Now, he finally knew where that uneasy feeling came from. Ailan Hill finally mastered the relevant technology, possessing the technology to precisely strike and detect the entire territory of the puppet empire.
Franzberg never felt that Alan Hill would not use nuclear weapons against the puppet empire out of kindness. He guessed that there are some flaws in the use of Alan Hill's nuclear weapons, such as range, such as hit accuracy and so on.
Now that he knew that Ireland Hill had solved these technical problems, the use of nuclear weapons was no longer too restrictive.
"When will production resume?" Frenzberg put down the document in his hand, looked at the attendant who came to deliver the document, and asked slowly.
"Mr. Shiveron said...it will take more than 10 years to restore all of them. Even if only one-tenth of the original production capacity is restored, it is estimated that it will take three to six months." The waiter lowered his head and replied.
"Where do we have three to six months left? Not even a month!" Frenzberg laughed angrily, staring at the waiter and humming.
"In the supplementary base, we still have some raw materials that have been mined... With these materials, we can probably support it for a while... Probably, about a month." The waiter continued to answer.
"What did my mentor say? Could our war be over in a month?" Frenzberg continued to ask.
"His Excellency the Great Magister didn't say anything, and he hasn't walked out of his room until now..." The waiter replied a little embarrassedly.
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