lcionline Chapter 790 Blowing up the Command Center
Chapter 790 Blowing up the Command Center
At the Chinese missile launch base forty kilometers away, in a tense yet orderly atmosphere, the commander of the 107th Missile Division, Wang Gong, stood in the command center, holding a microphone. His voice spread throughout the base through the loudspeaker, and every word was clearly heard by the officers and soldiers present.
"All officers and soldiers responsible for launching the Grandfather of Bombs, please pay attention! Enter combat status immediately and ensure that all equipment is in optimal performance. In five minutes, we will conduct the second round of launches, aiming directly at the enemy's core area - Mitsui Bank Building."
As Wang Gong's order was issued, the entire base was instantly in an uproar, and technicians quickly shuttled between the various launch silos to conduct final inspections and debugging. The four huge bomb ancestors, these weapons that were enough to change the situation of the war, were quietly lying on special transport vehicles, waiting for the final moment of their fate.
The crane started up with a roar, and its giant steel arm slowly rose up, steadily holding up the prototype of a bomb, as heavy as a mountain.
Under the precise command of the ground personnel, the ancestor of bombs was slowly hoisted up and gradually approached the designated position on the launch pad. At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on this scene.
"Pay attention to balance! Descend slowly!" an experienced technician shouted loudly, his voice full of awe and concentration on this work. Following his instructions, the father of bombs was finally placed steadily on the launcher and tightly docked with the launch device.
At the same time, another group of technicians were busy filling the bomb. They skillfully operated the complex filling equipment and accurately filled the required fuel, propellant and detonator into the interior of the ancestor of bombs.
Each operation requires extremely high precision and concentration, and any slight mistake may result in launch failure or even catastrophic consequences.
Wang Gong stood aside, staring at the second hand on his watch. Time passed by minute by minute, and every beat of the second hand seemed to beat his heart. He knew that this moment of waiting was crucial to the entire battle situation. He had to make sure everything was perfect before he could issue the final launch order.
Finally, when the scheduled time arrived, Wang Gong took a deep breath and gave the order again: "Start the launch device! The countdown begins!"
As his command was issued, the lights in the launch silo lit up instantly, and various indicator lights began to flash. The technician quickly pressed the start button, and the entire launch device began to roar. The powerful current and fuel were ignited in an instant, pushing the ancestor of bombs to slowly rise until it rushed out of the ground and rushed towards the set target.
Under the azure sky, the four bomb ancestors seemed to be given life, cutting through the sky at a speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour, whizzing towards the target area - the Mitsui Bank Building. Their trajectories were like four sickles of the god of death, leaving thrilling marks in the blue sky and white clouds.
These ancestors of bombs are not only the crystallization of modern technology, but also synonymous with destruction and fear.
They are surrounded by an indescribable aura of destruction, like meteorites falling from space, ruthlessly crushing and destroying everything on the ground.
As the distance shortened, the four bomb ancestors began to show their unique ability to drill into the ground. It was a shocking force, enough to penetrate the hardest soil, rocks, and even the concrete dome of the underground command center. In front of them, all the fortifications seemed so fragile, as if they were just a thin layer of paper that would break with a slight poke.
Finally, the first bomb reached the target, like a precise missile, and penetrated deep underground of the Mitsui Bank Building. With a deafening roar, the ground seemed to tremble, a huge earth pit was formed in an instant, and the surrounding buildings were also shaken by this force. However, this was just the beginning.
Soon after, the other three bomb ancestors also hit the target area one after another. Their drilling function was fully utilized in the underground space, easily penetrating through layers of obstacles and reaching the core position of the underground headquarters of the Jiuzhou Army. There, they detonated themselves, releasing energy that could destroy the world.
The shock wave from the explosion instantly swept across the entire underground space, like a violent tornado, tearing everything in its path to pieces. The concrete dome of the headquarters was like a fragile piece of paper in front of this force, and was instantly torn apart, revealing the terrified commander and soldiers inside.
The scene on the ground was even more horrific. The aftermath of the explosion affected the area within several kilometers, with the underground headquarters of the Kyushu Legion as the center. Buildings collapsed, flames raged, and dust flew. The entire area seemed to be engulfed by a sudden disaster. People screamed and ran in fear, trying to escape from this hellish place.
However, it was too late. The explosion of the grandfather of the four bombs had completely changed the face of the area and dealt a heavy blow to the enemy.
In the claustrophobic and depressing space of the underground command center, the moment of the explosion was like opening the gates of hell.
The high temperature suddenly descended like a furnace, instantly engulfing thousands of soldiers. Their cries and struggles were melted into silent cries by the high temperature at that moment, leaving only pieces of twisted and deformed metal and debris.
The powerful shock wave was like an invisible giant beast, wreaking havoc in the underground space, ruthlessly destroying everything. The walls, ceilings, and even the solid reinforced concrete structures became fragile in the face of this force and collapsed one after another.
The communication equipment, combat maps, and even the badges and flags that symbolized power and honor in the command room were reduced to ashes in this catastrophe.
In this chaos and despair, the senior officers of the Kyushu Army were not spared. Including Yamashita Tomoyuki, they may have held on to a glimmer of hope at the last moment, thinking that they might be able to turn the tide of the war with their remaining strength.
However, the reality was so cruel, and the catastrophe came so quickly that they didn't even have time to react. Their figures gradually faded away in the flames of the explosion, and finally disappeared in the dust of history.
The entire city of Fukuoka suffered an unprecedented blow. A large area centered on the Mitsui Building once again experienced a devastating disaster. The once prosperous streets and towering buildings were reduced to ruins at this moment.
The roar of the building collapsing, the crisp sound of glass shattering, and the endless crying and wailing together weave into a sad elegy.
On the ground, four huge pits tens of meters deep were clearly visible, dust and smoke were everywhere around the pits, and the entire area was covered with a thick layer of ash. And the huge black mushroom clouds were hanging in the sky like the sickle of the god of death, announcing that this land had become a victim of war.
At this time, Fukuoka City had completely turned into a dead place. Without the hustle and bustle of the past, there were only broken walls, charred trees, and wandering ghosts. The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and blood, which was suffocating.