novel bin Chapter 339 It's Great Xia's turn, can they withstand it?
Chapter 339 It's Great Xia's turn, can they withstand it?
In the very center of the ceiling, a crack suddenly widened.
A concrete block fell, hit the ground, and shattered into several pieces.
Then, more pieces fell.
The air was thick with dust, making people cough incessantly.
A technician looked up.
The pupils dilated instantly.
"We can't hold on any longer!"
The voice just fell.
"boom!"
In the very center of the ceiling, a large section of concrete collapsed.
It crashed in the center of the monitoring room.
The table was smashed, the chair was crushed, and fragments flew everywhere.
The middle-aged man holding the red wine was unable to dodge in time and was hit in the leg.
"ah--"
A heart-wrenching scream rang out.
He fell to the ground, his leg bone broken and his flesh mangled.
He hugged his legs with both hands and screamed wildly.
"My legs! My legs!"
"Help me! Help me!"
But nobody paid him any attention.
Everyone was frantically running away.
He rushed towards the door, trying to escape this hell.
But the door was locked.
Outside the door is hell!
They broke down.
"Someone, please save us..."
"I don't want to die..."
Cries, curses, and prayers mingled together.
But no one could save them.
Screams echoed throughout the room.
The underground fortress, 100 meters deep, was thrown into chaos by the power of the bunker-buster nuclear bomb.
Those nobles who once mocked the common people.
Those elites who thought they could survive the apocalypse.
After such a shock, they all suffered internal bleeding.
Those who survive will eventually fight amongst themselves due to human nature, ultimately leading to their demise.
Not only here, but also on the surface of other underground cities in the Eagle Nation, as information about the full-scale outbreak of nuclear war was announced.
The madness before the apocalypse is unfolding.
Countless people knelt in front of the church, hands clasped together, tears streaming down their faces, reciting the Bible.
Some people rushed into street shops, frantically looting food and water; shelves were overturned and windows were shattered.
There were even instances where the curtains were drawn back in the room, revealing people inside engaging in a final, passionate encounter with their partners or someone else's partners.
Who cares whose partner he is?
We're all going to die anyway.
Let's go crazy one last time.
But even more people were gathered at the entrance to the underground city, frantically pounding on the gate, their hands becoming bloody and mangled.
"Let us in!"
"We are citizens of the United States too!"
"You cannot abandon us!"
But the gate was tightly closed.
The soldier stood behind the door, gun at the ready, expressionless.
The underground city has limited capacity.
If everyone is allowed in, the supplies will only last for ten years at most.
Instead of designing for twenty years.
Therefore, someone has to be abandoned.
This is a case of a brave man cutting off his own arm.
This is a cruel choice.
It's not just the United States.
The same applies to most countries around the world.
Russia, Europe, Japan, South Korea...
Desperate crowds gathered at the entrances to the underground cities in every country.
Cries, curses, and prayers mingled together.
There is only one exception.
Summer.
Thirty-six underground cities, designed to accommodate 400 million people.
However, Da Xia chose to open it completely.
Send all 700 million people into the underground city.
This would indeed greatly shorten the lifespan of the dungeon, but the Great Xia still did not abandon any of its citizens.
With prior preparations in place, and the population concentrated around the entrance to the underground city, the situation was dire.
The Great Xia easily achieved the relocation of all its citizens from the ground.
Amidst the sirens, the soldiers maintained order among the crowd in the underground city, their expressions resolute.
The citizens did not cry out, nor did they panic.
Despite some unease, their trust in the country kept them stable.
At this moment, inside the command center of the New Kyoto Underground City, more than a dozen giant screens occupy an entire wall.
On the screen, real-time satellite images of Earth were constantly being refreshed.
The red ballistic trajectories intertwined into a dense web, like a net woven by death.
The number two leader stood in the center, with his hands behind his back.
He was dressed in a crisp military uniform and had a stern expression.
He stared at the screen, motionless.
Several other leaders stood around him, their expressions solemn.
No one spoke.
The only sound in the entire command center was the urgent reporting from the information officers.
"Report! Seventy percent of the nuclear warheads have been successfully launched!"
"Report! Sixty percent of the satellites from various countries have been destroyed; the strikes are still ongoing!"
"Report! 1611 nuclear missiles detected heading towards our underground cities. Air defense systems are fully engaged in interception!"
"Report! All nuclear missiles launched towards Arctic countries have successfully hit their targets, with an enemy interception rate of 10%!"
"The nuclear missiles launched towards Antarctic countries could arrive in as little as five minutes!"
"Report! The cyberattack has successfully paralyzed the command systems of the United States, Europe, and Japan!"
A series of battle reports came one after another.
The informant's voice was hurried, his forehead was sweating, and his fingers were typing rapidly on the keyboard.
The data on the screen kept changing.
It can be seen that missiles from dozens of countries, and even all the nuclear missiles of nuclear-armed countries, were launched.
In the sky, the missile's exhaust flames intertwined to form a sea of fire, radiating a mesmerizing brilliance.
The number of red ballistic trajectories is increasing.
It's like a net, covering the entire blue planet.
The Second Commander simply listened quietly, watching the results on the big screen.
Once the decision to unsheathe the sword is made, there is no turning back.
All the missiles launched by Daxia have completed their missions.
Now, it is the Great Xia's turn to resist the desperate counterattacks of various countries.
To his right, a senior official with gray hair looked up and stared at the screen.
On the screen, countless red projectiles were flying toward the thirty-six underground cities of the Great Xia Dynasty.
They were densely packed, like a locust swarm passing through.
The leader's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
"Number Two, do you think... we can really hold out?"
His voice was low and trembling slightly.
Number Two turned his head, his gaze calm.
"able."
There is only one word.
But they were absolutely determined.
The locations of the thirty-six underground cities were clearly marked on the screen.
Each one represents the hope of the Great Xia Dynasty.
The leader smiled wryly and shook his head.
"1611 nuclear missiles... Even with an 80% interception rate, over 200 will still land on our underground city..."
Can underground cities really withstand direct attacks from various bunker-buster nuclear bombs?
Number Two understood the meaning behind the other party's words and said:
"Our underground cities are designed to be around 1,000 meters deep, with the shallowest part being 500 meters deep."
Number Two's voice was steady.
"A bunker-buster nuclear bomb can penetrate to a depth of up to 100 meters, leaving several hundred meters for buffering."
"Our engineers have calculated it countless times."
The leader opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
He knew that Number Two was right.
But deep down, I still wasn't sure.
After all, this is a nuclear war.
It is a total nuclear war unlike any other in human history!
If they fail, the Great Xia Dynasty will be completely finished.
And they too will become sinners.
One of the leaders suddenly spoke up.
"Number Two, World Tree, Lin Mo's Magic, Purification Scroll..."
"Can these things really restore Earth's ecosystem?"
"And then there's your proposed Blue Star Engine project, which would allow Blue Star to resume its rotation..."
His voice held a hint of doubt, and he said with a wry smile:
"Both of these points are so crazy that they make one lose confidence."
Upon hearing this, Number Two looked at him and nodded vigorously in affirmation.
Then, he slowly revealed the source of his confidence...