Chapter 438: Wash the floor

Because of the time, the sky on the side of the puppet empire has not yet dawned, and there is a gray pre-dawn darkness.

A magician with sleepy eyes took a document from his attendant, and after a glance, he signed his name with satisfaction.

The front-line losses of the puppet empire are getting bigger and bigger, and the whole country is enveloped in an atmosphere of defeat.

Supporting this country are those who are responsible for resource gathering. 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 a ton, but a puzzling "Dronte" they produced.

Because it is smaller than the unit ton of Ailan Hill, the production report of the Puppet Empire last month is more attractive: they collected 5910 Dronte magic spar, which is 333 Dronte more than before.

The reason why the magician was satisfied to sign the production record document was because he saw the mine he was in charge of, and the output was still steadily increasing.

As long as the output continues to increase, the puppet empire can continue to produce more puppet soldiers and other war tools, and continue to persist in this war.

He doesn't have a radio here, so naturally he won't hear the speech of "Urging the Puppet Empire to Surrender" just broadcast in the distant Ailan Hill Empire.

So he didn't know anything. He just woke up and didn't even have time to wash his face. And a little further west where he was sitting was a huge open-pit mine that was shocking to look at.

Inside this huge mine pit, there are endless huge magic spar, the quality is so high that people are stunned. This is the advantage of being close to the Eye of Magic and one of the reasons for the tyrannical puppet empire.

If this mine was born in Ailan Hill, then this mine must be full of large mining machinery.

In the Puppet Empire, although there are some large-scale equipment, it is not as professional and large as Ailan Hill's mining machinery.

There is also a giant eight-legged magic machine with giant robotic arms driven by puppets. It looks no different from the giant spiders that the puppet empire has put into battle on the front line.

It's just that the giant spider war machine here has no weapons, only mechanical arms and cutting equipment for work.

Dozens of these giant spiders are constantly working, and at the feet of these giant spiders are countless puppet soldiers.

These puppet soldiers work here day and night. They do not need wages or rest. They will not stop until they are completely damaged.

The huge puppet empire relied on these cheap productive forces to become the most powerful country ever in the world.

It's a pity that the current Ailan Hill has stronger productivity than the mine in front of it, it also has more powerful technology, and more advanced management methods.

Countless puppet soldiers carried the magic spar that had just been cut and produced, and walked on the gentle slope. They have to rely on their own strength to deliver these produced magic spar mines to the carts towed by the mountain-moving beasts waiting outside the mine.

Similarly, the mountain-moving beast cart full of ore will immediately set off, rush to some locations, put down these ore deposits, and wait for the puppet empire cities passing by these supply stations to take these materials away.

No one knew that on the heads of these puppets, the warhead of a militia hm-5 missile's carrier rocket began to separate.

Three nuclear warheads with an equivalent of 300,000 tons were separated from the carrier rocket body with the help of inertia, and then made simple adjustments in space, and then each selected their own attack targets and started an accelerated dive.

Like a meteor, these warheads rushed into the atmosphere, and the projectile bodies became hot and red due to friction.

They are accelerating, accelerating, and accelerating. It accelerated to nearly ten times the speed of sound, and then crashed into the target.

Because it is so fast, this nuclear warhead doesn’t even have the kind of depressing sound of breaking through the air. It just cuts through the sky, leaving a spectacular light and shadow in the sky, then arrives near the target, and then bursts out with a more brilliant light. .

When this light burst, no puppets in the entire mine stopped their work, they were still working non-stop, and it seemed that they were not the same being attacked.

The magician guarding his room only felt the light shining outside the window. Before he could figure out what was happening, the light shredded the house he was in and shredded the magician's body.

In an instant, this light swallowed the puppets who were constantly working, and at the same time destroyed the giant spiders that were working. Before the giant spiders with broken legs fell down, the light evaporated the giant spider machinery without even leaving any traces.

After a spectacular light, there was a surge of shock waves. Where this gang wind blew, only death and mess were 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 also 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 mineral vein of the magic spar, and the magic spar here also exploded, forming a chain reaction.

Although the exploded magic spar did not explode completely, it was still powerful, comparable to a ten-million-ton nuclear bomb.

Under the blessing of such an explosion, the entire mine was destroyed in an instant, and everything around it was wiped out in an instant.

In the next second, the 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 puppet empire magicians in the distance looked at the ten-kilometer-long mushroom cloud, and they were frightened and wondering what to do.

They didn't know what happened, 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 sight.

In their horrified eyes, a second mushroom cloud soared into the sky, spreading and soaring further away, rushing through the clouds.

Then came the third and fourth such terrible clouds, blooming in the mining area of ​​the Puppet Empire.

"This is... the kind of attack called'nuclear strike'?" An old magician leaned on a cane, looked at the mushroom clouds that could be clearly seen without much effort, and asked tremblingly subconsciously.

No one around him answered, because everyone was still immersed in the shock of the nuclear attack that hit the soul.

Except for talking to themselves, the magicians who saw the mushroom cloud seldom spoke. They all just watched and watched the clouds that might represent death, rising one after another on the distant horizon.

Thousands of years, the flames of war burned into this ancient empire for the first time, and it was also thousands of years. The magicians of the puppet empire had to face a new fact that they did not want to face: they were no longer the strongest. Up.

Before these magicians could feel enough, a dazzling light appeared on their heads. In just a moment, they disappeared from this world forever.

A few hours later, Frenzberg took a report from an attendant and learned that the mining area on the west side of the Puppet Empire had been washed by the Ailan Hill nuclear bomb.

It was indeed "washing the ground." 27 nuclear warheads of 300,000 tons equivalent level destroyed 5 copper mines, 4 gold mines, 2 silver mines, 13 magic spar mines, and 3 splendor mines in the Puppet Empire. iron ore.

The precise strike effectively destroyed nearly 90% of the ore production capacity of the Puppet Empire.

Frenzberg, who knows about industry, knows that this time the puppet empire is over. The puppet empire that has lost these capacity can no longer produce a large number of puppets and war machines, and will continue to insist on this war.

They lost, completely lost... even, there was no chance for peace talks. Before dawn, Frenzberg had an ominous premonition when he heard the speech to persuade him to surrender.

Now, he finally knew where that uneasy feeling came from. Ailan Hill finally mastered the relevant technology, with the technology to accurately strike and detect the entire territory of the puppet empire.

Frenzberg never felt that Elanhill did not use nuclear weapons against the puppet empire because of his benevolence. He guessed that Ailan Hill's nuclear weapons had some defects in the application, such as range, such as hit accuracy, and so on.

Now he knows that Allan Hill has solved these technical problems, and that the use of nuclear weapons is no longer restricted.

"When will production be able to resume?" Frenzberg put down the documents in his hand, looked at the attendant who had come to deliver the documents, and asked slowly.

"Mr. Hivelun Magister said... It will take more than 10 years to recover all of it. Even if only one-tenth of the original 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? Not a month!" Frenzberg grinned, staring at the waiter.

"In the replenishment base, we still have some mined raw materials...relying on these materials, we may still be able to support a period of time...probably, about a month." The waiter continued to answer.

"What did my mentor say? Will our war be over in a month?" Frenzberg continued to question.

"Your Excellency the Grand Sorcerer didn't say anything. He hasn't walked out of his room until now..." The waiter replied with some embarrassment.

There will be three changes today, and we will continue to make changes tomorrow.