In the hell below heaven, the doomsday black box of the port city faithfully records the tragic scene after the nuclear explosion.
The doomsday black box is the crystallization of human wisdom and high technology before the nuclear disaster.
In order to prevent a sudden doomsday from completely destroying human civilization or even erasing the imprint of human civilization, European scientists have developed this holographic technology that can withstand nuclear strikes and even asteroid impacts.
It is powered by micro nuclear batteries and can run for several century.
Unfortunately, just after the experimental deployment in Europe was completed, and before it could be promoted globally, the nuclear disaster occurred.
The xists took over the doomsday black box, with the original intention of recording the destruction of the old world and the birth of the new world, so that their glorious achievements would last forever.
Ten minutes after the nuclear explosion occurred, the post-disaster images of the port city were transmitted to the core of power of the Fourth Reich through cables buried deep underground.
I saw this seaside city with a unique shape and full of post-apocalyptic architectural style.
All the buildings on the ground were gone, leaving only a huge circular pit, shrouded in billowing black smoke, with wind in the smoke.
There is fire in the wind, there is rain in the fire, black rain This scene, even if it is hell, is nothing more than this.
The nuclear-proof basement was crowded with survivors who had escaped in time after hearing the alarm.
These citizens of the empire, who were originally brightly dressed and elegant, were all disheveled and full of fear.
In an elevator that didn't have time to enter the nuclear-proof basement, there were burnt corpses packed with people still hugging each other.
This tragic scene turned into a constantly changing holographic three-dimensional projection, projected on a white round table.
Sitting beside the round table were three men and one woman wearing black robes, who were the four consuls of the Fourth Reich.
This room is the virtual meeting room of the Senate.
The Titan, who looked fierce, slammed his hands on the table and roared: "Throw down the earth-penetrating nuclear bomb immediately."
The beautiful and intellectual Dr.
Adele frowned: "The rebels obviously have the capability of a second nuclear strike.
Eliminating Base No. 2 will not solve the fundamental problem."
The Roman consul and the Berlin consul looked at each other with shock and worry.
Half an hour after the nuclear explosion, a series of thunder exploded in the sky above Base 2.
A fighter jet without the imperial logo passed by at supersonic speed.
Then, it began to slow down and circled around the nuclear crater on the ground.
Finally, it headed towards the west Landing on the plains.
The unmanned reconnaissance aircraft of the Imperial Air Force monitored this scene in real time, transmitted it back to the mobile observation post on the ground, and then to the patrolling armed train.
After passing through layers of transmission, it was finally transmitted back to the headquarters of the Imperial Armed Forces.
Regarding this unusual movement of the rebels, the headquarters did not give any instructions and was strangely silent.
Shortly after Xiao Ming made an emergency landing of the fighter jet, a hovercraft arrived at the emergency landing site.
It turned out that as soon as he made the decision to use fighter jets for a nuclear strike, he dispatched a hovercraft and rushed to Base No. 2 overnight to prepare for the response.
Less than twenty-four hours after leaving Base No. 2, Xiao Ming and Dao Feng returned to the Second Command, and the majority of soldiers and civilians were not even aware of it.
The tortured Second Command was filled with joy.
The commander-in-chief and Blade successfully carried out a second nuclear strike on the imperial city-state, responding forcefully to the enemy's ultimatum, and a terrifying nuclear balance was established.
Now, the ball has been kicked to the feet of the Fourth Reich.
It depends on how it responds.
It had only been a day and night, and Jing Chun had become a lot more haggard.
Her innocent eyes looked bigger and had dark circles.
You can imagine how stressed she was.
Xiao Ming had no time to celebrate, so he held another military meeting to discuss with Jing Chun, the two division commanders, and Dao Feng the countermeasures the enemy might take, as well as the resistance's response plan.
In the end, Xiao Ming gathered everyone's opinions and made a decision to set up several outposts around the nuclear crater and far away from nuclear radiation, and stand guard and patrol openly, waiting for feedback from the enemy.
At the same time, guerrilla ships and hover vehicles were sent to nearby cities to find suitable settlement sites, because Base 2 is no longer suitable for long-term human habitation.
It is in the center of nuclear pollution, and pollutants may seep into the ground at any time.
The military and civilians also took action to prepare for relocation.
Xiao Ming knew that there was another Base No. 3, but under the close surveillance of the enemy, it was impossible to activate this last bastion of the resistance organization, so he simply found a ground settlement openly.
After all, when the war reaches this point, there is no longer a winner or loser.
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It is either mutual destruction or a handshake and peace.
After the meeting, Xiao Ming and Dao Feng, who were spinning around, were so tired that they just wanted to fall asleep.
Of course, Xiao Ming could no longer sleep in the second headquarters.
Jing Chun ordered the guards: "Take the commander-in-chief to my room to rest."
"Ah oh" Xiao Ming was slightly stunned, but seeing that everyone's reactions were normal, he couldn't help himself.
Children of the revolution do not stick to small details.
The feelings between comrades are pure, not to mention that he and Jing Chun are sworn brothers and sisters.
However, he and she were far more than just brother and sister.
Perhaps only she knew what happened after drinking that night.
Xiao Ming groaned as soon as he entered Jing Chun's room, almost certain that this was where he slept that night.
He lay on the bed fully clothed, thinking wildly.
When the little girl comes back, he must ask her clearly.
He was so tired that he fell asleep before he could think of how to ask.
Xiao Ming dreamed of a nuclear explosion again.
This time, the dream was even more real.
Countless imperial men and women in gorgeous costumes were blown around by a huge shock wave while singing and dancing.
The faces that instantly turned into skeletons let out wailing screams for their lives, and then disappeared into the sky into the flames and black smoke, with no bones left.
Xiao Ming was covered in cold sweat, and he suddenly opened his eyes and saw Jing Chun's sweet smiling face, leaning on the same pillow, with her long black hair scattered on the side like a dark cloud.
The little girl slept soundly and smiled in her dream.
Xiao Ming realized that she and he were covered with the same quilt, and was covered in cold sweat.
He quickly opened the corner of the quilt and rolled out, only to find that his clothes were well worn.
He also noticed that she was wearing clothes, which didn't seem to be what he thought.
Jing Chun was awakened by this fuss, glanced at him sleepily, and murmured: "Third brother, what time is it now?"
Xiao Ming looked at his watch and saw that it was only three o'clock in the morning.
He couldn't help but apologize: "Fifth sister, it's still early.
You continue to sleep."
Jing Chun couldn't sleep anymore, so he sat up and curled up his legs: "Third brother, aren't you sleepy?
I haven't talked to you alone for a long time."
Xiao Ming had mixed feelings and looked at her lovingly: "Fifth sister, thank you for your hard work."
She gently pulled back her long hair: "You and Brother Dao Feng are fighting for their lives in the front, why am I working so hard?"
When Xiao Ming saw her beautiful hair shawl, with a hint of carefreeness in the fluffy hair, adding a touch of charm, she was shocked to realize that the girl has become more and more feminine, but she still retains the innocence of a girl.
People's hearts are pounding.
Jing Chun saw that he didn't speak for a long time, but looked at her steadily, her pretty face couldn't help but blush, and she bowed her head shyly: "Third brother, why are you so dazed?"
Xiao Ming blurted out: "Fifth sister, you are getting more and more beautiful."
Jing Chun sighed quietly: "Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them to?"
Xiao Ming couldn't help but feel sad.
Even though the fifth sister was so charming, she was sleeping alone.
Her feelings for him can only be hidden in each other's hearts, but the most suitable partner, Zhou Xiaofei, has fallen into the hands of his enemy, and his life or death is uncertain.
He couldn't help but reach out and hold her little hand: "Third brother is your lifelong confidant.
If you have any difficulties, just tell me."
Her delicate body trembled slightly, and she almost wanted to throw herself into his arms, but she held back: "My little sister has never suffered anything since she followed the third brother.
You have withstood all the dangers by yourself.
Like tonight, being able to sleep in the same bed with you and pillow on the same pillow is my greatest blessing."
Xiao Ming was crazy for a moment.
He wanted to ask Jing Chun about what happened that night, but when she said that, he felt that even if something happened, so what?
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Even if we can't stay together as husband and wife, as long as we know each other, it's not another kind of beautiful life.
The two brothers and sisters sat down and talked until dawn.
Xiao Ming never mentioned what happened that night again.
Whether it happened or not, it didn't matter.
What mattered was that the relationship between him and her as close friends lasted forever.
The two brothers and sisters had breakfast and returned to the second headquarters together, in high spirits.
Yesterday, the Resistance Army was already moving around on the ground, openly mocking the enemy's so-called unshakable will.
Today is the deadline for the ultimatum, and the enemy is expected to respond.
Xiao Ming is enjoying his free time and is waiting for the "good news":