Chapter 437
My Empire Chapter 437
2020-11-03
Chapter 437 438 Washing the floorBecause of the time, the sky on the puppet empire has not yet brightened, and it is gray before dawn. of darkness.
A magician with sleepy eyes took a document from his attendant, took a look at it, and signed his name with satisfaction.
The frontline losses of the puppet empire are increasing, and the entire country is enveloped in an atmosphere of defeat.
Supporting this country are the people who are responsible for resource collection-although the empire suffered heavy losses during the war, the production 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 "Delant" that they created.
Because it's smaller than Alanhill's unit ton, the production report of the puppet empire last month is a bit better: they collected 5910 drontes of magic spar, 333 more than before. .
The reason why this magician signed the production record file with satisfaction is because he saw that the mine he was in charge of, the output was still increasing steadily.
As long as the production continues to increase, the puppet empire can continue to produce more puppet soldiers and other tools of war to continue the war.
He doesn't have a radio here, so naturally he won't hear the speech "Using the Puppet Empire to Surrender" just played by the distant Alanhill 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 is an endless stream of giant Great Demon spar, which is of high quality. 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 pit was born in Alanhill, then this pit 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 Alanhill's mining machinery.
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, just 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 ever in this world.
It is a pity that the current Alanhill has stronger productivity, stronger technology and more advanced management methods than the mine in front of us.
Numerous puppet soldiers staggered on the gentle slope carrying the magic spar that had just been cut. 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.
Similarly, the carts filled with ore will immediately set off, rush to some locations, put down these ore deposits, and wait for the puppet empire cities passing through these supply stations to pick up these materials.
Unknown to anyone, above 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 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 crashed into the atmosphere, and because of friction, the projectiles became hot and red.
They are accelerating, accelerating, accelerating. 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 through the air, it just cuts through the sky, leaving a spectacular light and shadow in the sky, and then arrives near the target. , and then burst into a more brilliant light.
When the rays of light erupted, not a single puppet in the entire mine stopped working, they were still working non-stop, as if they were not the ones being 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 rays of light ripped apart the house he was in and shredded the house. up this magician's body.
In an instant, the rays of light devoured the working golems and destroyed the working giant spiders. 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 explosion of the magic spar was not complete, it was still full of power, 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 scattered ashes and dispersed smoke in an instant.
In the next second, a magnificent mushroom cloud rose into the sky with the rays of the rising sun, tumbling toward the sky.
The earth trembled with this tragic explosion, and the magicians of the puppet empire in the distance looked at this mushroom cloud ten kilometers high, and they were terrified and didn't know what to do.
They didn't know what was going on because they had never seen such a terrifying attack.
And 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 terrifying sight.
In their terrified eyes, a second mushroom cloud rose into the sky, spreading and soaring farther away, breaking through the clouds.
A third and fourth such terrifying cloud followed, blooming in the mines of the puppet empire.
"Is this... that kind of attack called a 'nuclear strike'?" An old magician leaned on crutches, looking at the mushroom clouds that could be clearly seen without much effort, trembling subconsciously asked a question.
No one around him answered, because everyone was still immersed in the shock of the nuclear attack.
In addition to talking to themselves, these magicians who saw the mushroom cloud seldom spoke, they all just watched, watching the fearful clouds representing death, one after another on the distant horizon the rise.
It has been thousands of years since the fire of war burned into the territory of this ancient empire for the first time. It has also been thousands of years. The magicians of the puppet empire have to face a fact that they do not want to face: They are not the strongest anymore.
Before these magicians could feel enough, a dazzling light appeared above their heads. Just for a moment, they disappeared from in 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 by Alanhill nuclear bombs.
It is indeed "washing the ground", 27 nuclear warheads with a 300,000-ton yield, destroyed 5 copper mines, 4 gold mines, 2 silver mines, and 13 magic mines in the puppet empire Spar ore, 3 iron pyroxite.
The precise strike effectively destroyed nearly 90% of the ore production capacity of the puppet empire.
Frentzberg, who knows the industry, knows that the puppet empire is over at 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. Alanhill finally mastered the relevant technology, with the technology to precisely strike and detect the entire territory of the puppet empire.
Frenzberg never felt that Alanhill was benevolent in not using nuclear weapons against the puppet empire. He guessed that Alanhill's nuclear weapons have some flaws in the application, such as range, such as hit accuracy and so on.
Now he knows that Alanhill has solved these technical problems, and the use of nuclear weapons is not too limited.
"When will production resume?" Frenzberg put down the document in his hand, looked towards the attendant who came to deliver the document, and asked slowly.
"Mr. Siviron Archmage said...it will take more than 10 years to restore all the production capacity. Even if only one-tenth of the original production capacity is restored, it is estimated that it will take three to six months." That The waiter lowered his head and replied.
"Where do we have three to six months left? Not even a month!" Frenzberg laughed extremely angry, staring at the waiter and humming.
"In the supplementary stronghold, we still have some raw materials that have been mined... Relying on these materials, we can probably support it for a while... Probably, about a month." The waiter continued to replied.
"What did my mentor say? Could our war be over in a month?" Frenzberg continued to ask.
"Your Excellency Great Archmage didn't say anything, he hasn't walked out of his room until now..." The waiter replied with some embarrassment. ►
Three updates today, and will continue to be updated tomorrow.
(end of this chapter)