Hum... The wind is like a roar, and the surging gray-white air flow is like the waves of rising tides. It climbs the shore of the Shanghai shore, overflows the beach, uproots the precious fir trees, evaporates the moisture of the stems and leaves, and burns them into ashes in the blink of an eye.

There are also those big and small stones, like shells shot from cannons, which will make exquisite villas, towers, artistic sculptures, etc. close to the military bases.

"Nuclear...nuclear bomb?" Everyone present was stunned. Until the earthquake stopped, the strong wind blew up the women's skirts, lifted up the spotless tablecloths, spread wine, drinks, fruit plates and so on the ground. These ladies and men who were still having fun the moment before, had their faces changed drastically, and they rushed towards the shelter of Sulawia Palace like crazy wild dogs.

No one knows what happened, no one knows why, why Quentin Island, known as the pearl of Stingfas Sea, was actually in a nuclear bomb crisis, which is known as the jewel of the aristocratic leisure resort.

Where is the Island Guard? Where is the interceptor missile? Where is the early warning aircraft? Why did the nuclear warhead that should have landed in Vandenbat appear here?

Thump! The sound of the wine glass falling on the carpet sounded.

Tennyson squatted down with his eyes covering his eyes. The powerful light radiation stabbed his eyes. The severe pain made him scream heart-wrenchingly. Kunna Austin is not much better than him. The woman who regretted that there was no fireworks to cheer her up, at this moment, received a great gift, a big gift that was deep enough to make her go to hell.

The female voice, which was originally coquettish and magnetic, is now sharp like a night owl. She rolls on the ground with her eyes blindfolded. The delicate body that made countless officials and men want to ride her under her body and sprint for thousands of times twisted back and forth, and the black evening dress was stained with large pieces of wine stains.

Another smoke dragon fell from the sky. Boom! The flames soared into the sky, mushroom clouds surged, and a strong sonic boom shattered the glass window, and the sharp fragments shot out like raindrops, hitting Waters, Housman and others.

The green military uniform was stained red with blood in a blink of an eye. The expensive suit worth millions was like a disinfectant towel used in the operating room to wipe hands. The welcoming party that was just raising a glass to celebrate together is now a practice banquet. As for the destination of this trip, it is hell!

"What happened? What happened?" Camaro hugged the corner of the table tightly and shouted in a hurry.

Rector's No. 1 Viscount Roger crawled out from under the long dining table. He was as embarrassed as a dog: "Camaro, Camaro? What's wrong with this? Where did the nuclear bomb come from? Where did the nuclear bomb come from?"

"Don't worry about where you came from now. Go and go to the shelter." Melville pulled Roger Fellet from the ground, carried him and turned toward the back door to run to the corridor.

Tennyson, Quinna, Housman and others have no time to worry about the safety issues. The place where the first nuclear bomb exploded was still 50 kilometers away, and the second nuclear bomb had reached about 35 kilometers. No matter who planned to carry out this attack, Sulawia Palace will definitely not let it go. If you don’t leave, everyone will die here.

Roger Felit is different from Aldridge. Although both are governors, the latter is from a military family, and he is a standard politician. He can wield a sensation in the palace and a scholarly spirit. He can call for wind and rain in the political arena and make waves. However, on the battlefield, facing the continuous artillery fire and the tumultuous flames, this elegant nobleman with an Oedipus complex that is perverted and shaking, and his face is pale.

Aldridge can die fearlessly, that was trained on the battlefield. Roger was from a political family. In his eyes, fighting is a rough job and he is destined to be out of reach.

He could never have imagined that he was as elegant and noble as him, and would be like a dog in the face of disaster, and would be so scared that he could not even stand up. He could only let Melville retreat with him on his back.

Who did it? Who did it? Those rebels? How could it be that in the face of plasma cannons, 600 neutron bullets, it would be impossible to survive. Could it be Lord Lancelot? He wanted to let people like him die? For the sake of the trick, the way he played it more realistically and to win the trust of the people?

Even if the sharp blade hangs above the head and life and death lingers on the line, the noble Viscount Roger is still thinking about conspiracy and politics.

"Ah...ah...help, help, who will save us..." The blind Tennyson was like a drunkard who was tilted around, knocking over tables and chairs, then tripped to the ground, and was tied into a hedgehog with blood flowing through the glass slags like steel nails.

Kunna Austin is not much better. The broken glass piece pulled her through the skin, pasted her nose, repaired her chin, and used countless nutrient solutions, which were comparable to the tight and pretty face of a 25 or 26-year-old girl. I wonder if she would still be lustful when she stood in front of those officials and men.

"Roger, Roger save me..." The sharp object cut through her evening dress, and a piece of glass as big as a dagger embedded in her right chest. The blood was like a squirting mountain spring, dyeing her body red and almost bloody.

Minister of Health Housman covered his bloody left arm and ran towards the back door like crazy. Waters and Propaganda Minister William followed him, in a mess as if he was stranded.

When did these pampered nobles and high-ranking officials experience such suffering? William, who has always been so passionate about praise on TV with manuscripts, was scared. The wet marks and blood flowed across his slim and thin milky white trousers. This iconic trousers that made countless unsatisfied ladies have now become a dirty rag.

In the aristocratic circle, it is common for men to seek flowers and ask willows, and those regular wives who are neglected by their husbands are all from aristocratic families, how could they willingly live in a cold palace? So, husbands pick flowers and wives have an affair, this kind of thing is as natural as eating and drinking water.

And as handsome as William Clark, not only has a delicate face that is not inferior to Park Min Ho, but also a guy that makes all noble ladies dream of.

Coupled with Rector's title of Minister of Propaganda, William Clark deserves to be the dream lover of married women in the aristocratic circle.

At the age of 38, he enjoys this kind of pleasure in conquering women, especially ladies. He makes him feel that he is very successful, very talented, and very loving.

He is not like the wealthy slave who is greedy and stingy. He leaves traces when the wind passes, geese passes by pulling out the hair. Even prostitutes and girls pass by, they want to be more slutty and get angry.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to die..." William Clark ran all the way, muttering all the way.

When the three of them walked through the back door on the ground with glass slags and entered the air corridor connecting the main hall of Sulawia Palace, Waters, in the front, suddenly stopped.

William, who was covered in blood, was startled and looked up. He saw a little fire in the sky that turned from sunny to darkness. The gray smoke surrounding him was like a dragon with teeth and claws, with death and destruction. He fell from the sky.

"How is that possible!" The expressions on William, Waters, and Housman's faces were almost the same. The vibration on the ground had not stopped. The strong wind and sand, stones and rubble enveloped the entire Sulawia Palace complex. The aftermath of the explosion of the previous nuclear bomb had not subsided. In a blink of an eye, a new nuclear bomb appeared directly above.

It appeared in the night sky without trace like the final judgment performed by the gods. At such a close distance, it was nowhere to be discussed.

boom!

The nuclear bomb landed, and the fireball with a diameter of 2 kilometers instantly swallowed up most of the Sulawia Palace. The high temperature as high as thousands of degrees Celsius quickly spread outwards. The metal objects outside the fireball directly melted into red iron juice, and were then brought up by shock waves, sweeping around like a storm.

The ground poured with reinforced concrete was twisted by the shock force generated by the explosion. The detonation wave crushed them to pieces and rolled them to nine days. The buildings around the fireball were lifted away in the blink of an eye, and the walls were torn to pieces with the shock waves of rolling dust.

The main palace of Sulawia and its surrounding adjacent side halls, villa groups, flower gardens, and buildings are 5 kilometers long from north to south and 2 kilometers wide. In just one or two breaths, 75% of the buildings were leveled. Even the main hall, which was used by the Lord to rest and work, was wrapped in a layer of titanium alloy armor, was still unlucky and was blown into a pile of residues, driven by the shock wave.

The huge mushroom cloud was like a blooming bouquet of death. The setting sun shone completely illuminated the entire night, and the stars had long disappeared. The dust clouds scattered the light from the fireballs, dyeing the sky blood red.

The dignitaries and nobles running towards the shelter downstairs are like a group of pitiful fire-fighting moths.

The mayor of Vandenbat, the chief prosecutor of Orovia, and the attorney general of Rector... These unlucky people with quick legs were the first to be hit by the shock wave, and the speed was comparable to that of the bullet-like residues of buildings directly knocked them into bloody hornet nests, and were then swept away by the wind and waves. Then they were finally fired by the belated heat radiation in a few breaths, burned into dry and scorched corpses, and were finally shaken into bone powder by high pressure, and flew all over the sky with the dust.

Most people were blinded by the strong light radiation, lying on the ground and wailing endlessly, and then were swallowed by the heat waves like those pioneers.

A few guys escaped by chance for various reasons. Some of them were frightened to death, with both shit and urine, and their noses and tears flowing. They silenced on the ground and waited for death.

Some of them turned their heads and ran away. There were many women among them. The noble ladies who used to be above the top and even looked down at the common people were now without any image. They didn't care about their heartache. Even if they were barefoot and naked, they were naked, and only wore shorts, without any shame, and they ran out as if they were desperate.

In the shadow of death, dignity is not even as good as bullshit! Only at this time will they realize that the so-called nobles and so-called high-ranking officials are no different from those civilians, they are just one nose and two eyes.

Realize what? I regret it again at this time, it is obviously too late!

A thin and thin metal piece more than 5 meters wide slashed by, and the delicate bodies of the two ladies were divided into two pieces, and they were cut into two pieces in half. The internal organs and blood were flowing everywhere. They were left with only their upper bodies, wailing shrillly on the ground, accusing the injustice of the world.

There was also a young and beautiful noble lady who cut the two noble ladies in half with a metal piece of blood thread. The rest of her body was not diminished, and the slightly higher side directly stroked her neck.

A light-made head ran out, then was blown away by the air waves, leaving a pool of bright red blood on the ground.

The shock wave blew the human body away, and the screams were drowned by the wind...

Melville carried Roger Felitt on his back. The two of them set off early. They thought they could hide in the shelter as soon as possible, but they didn't expect that the rushing god of death was waiting in front of them.

William Clark watched helplessly as the main hall of Sulawia Palace was swallowed up by a tide, torn apart, throwing gravel rubble into the sky. As for connecting the corridor, it was like a fire dragon with a big mouth in front, swallowed into the stomach one by one.

Colonel Melville and Governor Roger died so much, swallowed by the scorching air waves, so easy to press over the head all day long. It was as weak as a mountain in the face of disaster, and it was completely wiped out without even the chance of struggling. It became a ball of ashes.

William Clark is definitely a cultural person. Even when facing death, he will never forget to sigh.

Housman was different. He ran back frantically. Even if he knew that his legs were longer, he could not escape the flame of death behind him. He still did not give up.

What supports his spirit of not giving up is not courage or principle of being a human being, but money. The money that has been saved by corruption and bribery for half a lifetime and cannot be spent on his or her family for 1,000 years.

Working in the health system has always been very rich, and Housman never thought that he was wrong in making money. In his opinion, people like William Clark, Quinna Austin are all fools. No status or power can come from real money. As a far-sighted and full of crisis, he believes that the nobles and nobles will one day die with the collapse of the empire. Only money is the most real and precious.

Even if the Stewart family falls and the Monya destroys the country, he, with a lot of money, or his descendants, will live without worries about food and clothing. Just like the Charles Federation, freedom and democracy are all bullshit. Which one can become president is not a descendant of a famous family in the political arena. The election of the House of Commons, the promulgation and implementation of the People's Livelihood Act... These political events are bound to be supported by big capitalists.

Therefore, there is no eternity or immortality in this world. Only money is omnipotent. Money can make the devil push the mill. As long as human civilization still exists for a momentum, money is the general trend and economy is the eternal theme. Unless it can be returned to the era of eating raw meat and drinking blood for tens of millions of years ago, but is this possible?

The truth is always in the hands of a few people, and Housman has always believed that he belongs to the "minority".

After all, he still failed to outperform the god of death. The moment the screams of William, Clark and Waters came, Housman suddenly felt a lighter, and then a sense of heat came to his face. The high temperature ignited the precious suit, the hair, and the burning sensation began from the face and neck, spreading rapidly towards the entire body.

It hurts, unbearable pain, Housman feels like countless hands tearing his body.

The flames burned the flesh, and a smell of flesh and burnt passed by, and then he could no longer feel the pain...

Kunna Austin and Tennyson were the first to be injured, but they were the two people who died in the end. The entire front hall was destroyed by the shock wave. They were like a pair of miserable mandarin ducks, and they were smashed into two meat pies, then dismembered and blown away. Together with Roger Felit, William Clark and others, they boarded the "Noble" bus to hell.

Quentin Island is only 2,400 square kilometers, with an area of ​​only 50 kilometers square. Three fusion strike nuclear warheads, each with a 2 million tons equivalent, and a total of 6 million tons equivalent almost flatten the entire island.

The equivalent of 6 million tons is not too much, and it is not too little. In Tang Fang's memory, it is equivalent to 30 "little boys", less than one-eighth of the "tsar bomb".

However, nuclear bombs such as heavy armored units such as Architecture and Thor, Immortal, which are not painful and itchy in the game, are powerful and outrageous in reality.

In the mid-20th century, the nuclear charge utilization rate was very low. For example, the "little boys" and "fat men" that exploded in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the nuclear charge utilization rate was less than 20%.

However, today, the utilization rate of nuclear charges has exceeded 98%, not to mention the interstellar human race that is more than a hundred years ahead of human technology.

This is just an ordinary tactical nuclear bomb in the Ghost Academy nuclear bomb silo. How powerful would it be if it were the large fusion nuclear bombs on the battle cruiser specially configured for orbital cleaning?

When the huge mushroom cloud covered the entire Quentin Island, a medical transport plane was slowly closing the hatch door on the sea 80 kilometers away from the nuclear bomb explosion site.

Tang Fang, Tang Lin, Claya, and several ghosts walked to the seats on both sides and sat down. The thrusters ignited the thrusters, and the medical transport plane flew quickly to the west coast of the Stingfas Sea.

The moment 600 neutron bullets exploded over Vandenbat, he had made up his mind to let the nobles and high officials taste this desperate taste.

How do people treat me and how do I treat others? Since the ruler does not regard common people as human beings, why should he pity them? Life? Jokes. Facing the strong class of people who trampled on the power of survival and personal dignity as the pleasure of life, he, a commoner, talks about fraternity and kindness.

If you keep your troops still, you don’t have to think about what will happen tomorrow. The four names "Tang Fang, Tang Lin, Tang Yun, Tang Yan" will be marked as "butcher" and "slaughter". They will always be scolded by those who do not know the truth, and even the younger generation. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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