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Chapter 607 The Big Bang in Delhi

An aircrew wearing a heavy radiation protection suit felt the vibration of the plane, turned on the protective effect on the tactical eyepiece and looked back at the direction where the nuclear explosion started. At first, it was just a flash, a dazzling flash
After the flash, the surrounding clouds seemed to reflect a blue-green light. Immediately afterwards, the plane began to shake violently, almost making him unable to stand still.

When he went back to look again, a creamy mushroom cloud was growing at a seemingly slow but indescribable speed. It was a cloud of death. There were more small explosions in the cloud, causing the mushroom cloud Constantly being torn apart, constantly tumbling, and the speed is constantly accelerating upwards, until at this moment in the stratosphere, the earth-shattering explosions swept past, making people doubt whether their hearing is intact
From his vantage point, almost the entire city fell apart. But that was only the beginning.

On the ground, according to the order of airdrops, the second column of nuclear bombs exploded immediately after!

The people on the plane clearly saw that after a flash of white flashes that needed to be shielded and protected by the tactical eyepiece, a neat row of milky white mushroom clouds stood up instantly with heart-piercing flame red inside, as if standing on the ground. The giant of death on the earth.

This scene is like the scythe waved by the god of death to the world. A short moment seems to turn into a long half century. Everyone who is witnessing the tragedy here can see the shock waves colliding, reverberating and merging at that moment, transforming the physical The concept of waves in the academic sense is vividly deduced.

They add to each other, interfere with each other, and produce waveforms on a grand scale.

Human creations are like small tinfoil toys thrown into a steelmaking furnace. Their complete structure lasted only for a short moment, and then suddenly collapsed without warning.

And the people living in this city have become even smaller things, so small that the observers who really created this disaster were obsessed with the scene of destruction and didn't even notice their existence.

They only saw the sudden dazzling white light, the ground was trembling, torn and distorted, the piercing heat was over in one go, the cars that were speeding desperately in the distance suddenly turned off one by one, and the cars seemed to be moving slowly by relying on the inertia Okay, but the people inside are not human, they are all bones, and flames are constantly coming out
As for the observer himself, he smelled a burnt smell at that moment. It was nothing but the smell of himself being ignited and burned. He lowered his head and saw that he was just one of countless bones. And this white bone also spread out countless black extension lines, and on the white wall not far away, a charcoal shadow of a human was printed like graffiti.
For him, death came silently, because all of this happened before the sound of the explosion was transmitted to his biological hearing system, when the explosion roared here at a speed of 340 meters per second. At that time, it just swept the dust and buried the last trace of the observer in the world - that carbon shadow like an abstract painting.

Then came the third row of explosions. This row had the largest number of nuclear bombs, but relatively speaking, the equivalent was the smallest. The dense nuclear explosions instantly joined together, devoured and attacked each other, and soon got the nuclear bombs from the first two rows. Supplemented powerfully, it became majestic in an instant, devouring hundreds of thousands of lives.

Throughout the history of human civilization, there has never been such a dense concentration of destruction in one place. Countless satellites and countless observation devices are concentrated here, trying to obtain the data they need to verify.

Then, before the explosion of the fourth nuclear bomb, the area called Derry was opened, and the tiny weapons made by man could not harm the earth itself, but could tear apart the man-made things on it.

Cities, as the greatest harm to the earth by human beings, artificially pile up various man-made objects that are difficult to measure densely on the land, hardened ground, reinforced concrete foundations, and many buildings on it, etc. etc., they together formed a hard cocoon like a scar covering the ground.

And now, this hard cocoon is cracked, and it is like fragile glass, falling apart in front of the greatest weapon of mankind.

Huge cracks spread throughout the city along with the earthquake, and the whole city was crumbling before this man-made natural disaster.

But before the poor humans in the city and the inexplicably excited infected people reacted, a new round of explosions started again
Mikkelsen and the others divided all the nuclear bombs they carried into six groups and threw them all into the city of Delhi. Now Delhi is blessed.

"Lightning, sound, thunder, great earthquake, there has never been such a big and powerful earthquake since there were people on the earth. The cities of all countries have collapsed. The mountains have disappeared." The observer on the plane put his hands on his chest Making the sign of the cross, he muttered to himself, then looked at Mikkelsen: "We are all unforgivable, and will go to hell forever, to be burned by fire."

After he finished speaking, he jumped directly from the open cabin.

Mikkelsen shrugged and didn't care. This was already the sixth suicide in the bomber fleet. Most of these people were kept in the dark, and they didn't even know what their mission was before.

And now, these people are starting to break down.

Destruction without sufficient psychological construction is an unspeakable pain for most human individuals. When the thread in their hearts is torn, they will choose death to escape.

Of course Mikkelsen doesn't care, because for him Delhi is just the beginning, their goal is the whole world!

"Fuck God! Fuck Hell! If God exists, He is responsible for everything! If Hell exists, where did we live before!" Mikkelsen stood beside the suicide jumper. The position of the machine, shouting like venting: "Do you think you are noble after death! Coward! Coward!"

As if he was still angry after cursing, Mikkelsen took off his protective suit vulgarly, unzipped it, took out the water releaser, and started releasing water in the direction of Derry: "I am my own God!"

"It's crazy! Let me tell you, it's crazy! I've never seen such an awesome scene! It's not worth it! No, it's not worth it. You have to experience it once!"

The originally lively player forum was immediately buzzed because of this post. According to incomplete statistics, more than [-] players either watched from a distance, or rushed into Delhi to experience what is called nuclear flame destruction. Heaven and earth.

Although the players have used a lot of nuclear bombs piecemeal during this period of time, most of them have a small yield and have not used them intensively. The resulting effect is naturally far less shocking than the Delhi explosion.

It can be said that this is the first time for many players to feel a little shock from the aborigines. This is the first time they have encountered an opponent who has the ability to turn the table at any time.

"It's so rare that it's strange, the host, have you ever seen a maelstrom with a diameter of [-] meters? I have seen it~"

"That's right, have you ever fought under the cover of a meteor shower? Our warband has fought!"

The players quickly turned around and started arguing over who is the real witness of the big scene. These players are the well-informed in the true sense. Many of them have fought for hundreds of years and have to keep emptying themselves The memory sector only retains a small part of the memory that it thinks is important enough.

However, information does not exist alone. It is a very subjective matter where a piece of memory starts and ends. Different people will end up with different results for the same event because of different clips.

In addition, many players will suffer from the secondary pollution of the same type of information after clearing their memory sectors, causing some of their retained memories to become specious. The final result is that many players' memories are in a mess, even logic Thinking has followed indiscriminately.

This eventually contributed to the player's behavior pattern, that is, enjoy yourself in time, and only focus on the present. The past you must not be you, and the future you may not necessarily be you, only the present belongs to you.

Under the near-eternal life, the player's views on life and individuals also diverge greatly from those of short-lived humans.

Tang Ji, who also occupied a favorable position nearby to watch the big explosion, broke the necks of several players around him, and ate a little appetizer first.

These players basically use cloned mass-produced bodies. It can be seen that they come here with the mentality of watching the excitement, and they are very relaxed. latest generation products.

Of course, now their heads are lined up in a row on the jeep they drove, Tang Ji at least fulfilled their last wish, let them see enough.

Wang Zhengdao then opened a can of beer. These players were so cold that they bought the local Kingfisher beer in Ganges. After just one sip, Wang Zhengdao gave up his plan to drink.

This soft drink empire on the verge of bankruptcy accepted Mikkelsen's capital injection at the end of last year. Since the beginning of the year, all the beer produced has been produced from gray fields, although 90.00% of the five ingredients are chemical products. , but the 5.00% soul makes this beer unpalatable.

Tang Ji drank a whole can of beer expressionlessly. He was used to these gray crops, at least psychologically.

"The scene is quite grand." Tang Ji looked at Derry, which was completely destroyed in the distance, and his fingers trembled slightly. It was a population of tens of millions, and it was wiped out in a blink of an eye. Even he couldn't calm down deal with it.

"Mikkelsen didn't drop your nuclear bomb, he said he wanted to save a bigger one." Wang Zhengdao explained, and his attention was once again attracted by the mushroom cloud over Delhi.

During the entire bombing process, only the small-yield nuclear bombs in the third row were partially detonated in a phased array under the calculations of Mikkelsen and Phantom. The fourth column detonated covered up.

The players just watched the excitement and didn't know anything about what happened in the middle.

General Zai Wangchuck and his party, who had already left Delhi by gyroplane, also felt the impact of the nuclear explosion behind them. Accepted are the tens of thousands of refugees who were left in the safe zone, and the thousands of Ganges defenders who persisted until the end and still maintained a strong will to fight.

No nation can judge heroes by individuals. As long as the number is large enough, enough brave men will be screened out. The last remaining Ganges soldiers under General Zai Wangchuck’s command are such people. They are brave, resolute, and obedient. Strong, and sincerely trust their commander.

As a result, Zai Wangchuck abandoned them and left the dead land before disaster struck, leaving only his soldiers to face death alone.

Of course, all of the above is just Zai Wangchuck’s personal monologue. The other people on the plane just echoed the general’s dead son’s expression. Otherwise, these people would have shown the ecstatic expressions of the rest of their lives .

"General, we will continue to fly for 10 minutes and arrive at Aligarh Airport, where we will pass the plane to the Mumbai defense line." The orderly whispered in Zai Wangchuck's ear: "The coalition command center just sent a message that we want to Regroup in Mumbai and consider expanding the bombing area depending on the spread of the unknown virus."

"I see." Zai Wangchuck smiled wryly, his face was a bit gloomy. Others didn't know, but he couldn't lie to himself. The root of this nuclear bomb frenzy most likely came from his proposal.

He is responsible for the possible future, hundreds of millions of victims.

The weight of this responsibility weighed on his heart like a stone, making it difficult for Zai Wangchuck to breathe.

But this is only the beginning of the war.

Two hours after Delhi fell.

The gas temperature in the explosion area dropped below [-] degrees Celsius, and surveyors wearing heavy protective clothing drove a fully enclosed all-terrain off-road vehicle into the radiation area.

The person in the protective suit is Mikkelsen. He needs first-hand information, and after a nuclear explosion of this scale, only his thought network can communicate in real time.

The Geiger counter was meaningless, the radiation level in this place had already exploded, the all-mechanical off-road vehicle was crushing the thick ashes on the ground, and the city in front of him really looked like hell.

The few buildings that have survived the devastation are like ancient relics that have been weathered on Mars for hundreds of years. Everywhere they can see is dim with a hint of dark red. The stuff is melted but not yet solidified, and no one knows what those things were before.

There are craters of different sizes and shapes like craters, and large expanses of vitrified land reflect the limited lights of off-road vehicles.

So far, Mikkelsen has not seen any signs of life, which is good news, after all, this operation is nominally to eliminate the threat of potential gluttony cells
But in the next second, something flashed past the end of the light, causing a trace of impatience to flash in Mikkelsen's eyes: "The ghost lingers."

(End of this chapter)