Because of the time, the sky here in the Puppet Empire has not yet dawned, and it is gray and dark before dawn.
A magician sleepily took a document from his attendant, took a look at it, and signed his name with satisfaction.
The puppet empire's frontline losses are increasing, and the entire country is shrouded in an atmosphere of failure.
Those who support this country are those responsible for resource collection. Although the empire suffered heavy losses during the war, the production of resources continues to increase.
Last month, the puppet empire mined at least 10 million tons of magic crystals. Of course, their unit of measurement is not tons, but a puzzling "Delant" they created themselves.
Because the unit ton is smaller than the unit ton of Elanthil, the production report of the Puppet Empire last month is more beautiful: they collected 5910 drantes of magic crystals, which is 333 drantes more than before.
The reason why the magician signed the production record document with satisfaction was because he saw that the output of the mine he was responsible for was still steadily increasing.
As long as production continues to increase, the puppet empire can continue to produce more puppet soldiers and other war tools and continue to persevere in this war.
He didn't have a radio here, so naturally he wouldn't have heard the speech "Urge the Puppet Empire to Surrender" that had just been broadcast by the distant Elandhill Empire.
So he didn't know anything. He just woke up and didn't even have time to wash his face. And further west from where he was sitting, there was a huge open-pit mine that was shocking to look at.
Inside this huge mine are endless huge magic crystals, the quality of which is staggering. This is the benefit of being close to the Magic Eye, and it is also one of the reasons why the Puppet Empire is so tyrannical.
If this mine was born in Ellandhill, then this mine must be filled with large mining machinery.
In the Puppet Empire, although there are some large-scale equipments, they are not as professional and large as the mining machinery of Ailan Hill.
There are also giant eight-legged magic machines here, with giant mechanical arms driven by puppets installed on them. They look no different from the giant spiders used by the puppet empire to fight on the front lines.
It's just that the giant spider war machine here has no weapons, only mechanical arms and cutting equipment for work.
Dozens of these giant spiders are working non-stop, and at the feet of these giant spiders are countless puppet soldiers.
These puppet soldiers work here day and night. They do not need wages or rest. They will not stop until they are completely damaged.
The huge puppet empire relied on these cheap productivity to become the most powerful country in the world.
It's a pity that Ireland's current mine has greater productivity, more powerful technology, and more advanced management methods than the mine in front of it.
Countless puppet soldiers were staggering on the gentle slope carrying the magic crystals that had just been cut and produced. They had to rely on their own strength to deliver the magic crystals produced to the movers waiting outside the mine.
A cart pulled by mountain animals.
Similarly, the mountain-moving beast carts filled with ore will immediately set off and rush to some locations to drop off the mineral deposits and wait for the puppet empire cities passing by these supply depots to pick up these materials.
No one knew that above the heads of these puppets, the launch vehicle warhead of a Minuteman hm-5 missile began to separate.
Three nuclear warheads with a yield of 300,000 tons were separated from the launch vehicle body by inertia, and then made simple adjustments in space. Then they each selected their own attack targets and began an accelerated dive.
Like meteors, these warheads rushed into the atmosphere, and due to friction, the projectile bodies became hot and red.
They kept accelerating, accelerating, and accelerating again. They accelerated until they were close to ten times the speed of sound, and then crashed into the target.
Because it was so fast, this nuclear warhead didn't even have that depressing sound of breaking through the air. It just cut through the sky, leaving a spectacular light and shadow in the sky, and then arrived near the attack target, and then burst out with an even more brilliant light.
.
When this light burst out, not a single puppet in the entire mine stopped what they were doing. They were still working non-stop, as if they were not the ones being attacked.
The magician who was guarding his room only felt the light coming from the window. Before he could figure out what happened, the light tore apart the house he was in and the magician's body.
In an instant, this light swallowed up the puppets that were working non-stop, and also destroyed the giant spiders that were working. Before the giant spiders with broken legs fell down, the light evaporated these giant spider machines, and even
No traces were left.
After a spectacular light, there was a surging shock wave. Wherever this strong wind blew, there was only death and chaos.
The huge mountain-moving beasts died in the struggle. The carriage behind them was broken and damaged, and the magic crystals on it were scattered, and were shaken everywhere by the shock wave.
If it were just a 300,000-ton nuclear bomb explosion, it would not have such astonishing power. In fact, the nuclear bomb accurately hit the magic crystal mineral vein, and the magic crystal here also exploded, forming a chain reaction.
Although the exploded magic crystal was not completely exploded, it was still very powerful, comparable to a multi-million-ton nuclear bomb.
With such an explosion, the entire mine was destroyed in an instant, and everything inside and around it was wiped out in an instant.
The next second, a spectacular mushroom cloud rose into the sky with the light of the rising sun, rolling towards the sky.
The earth trembled with this tragic explosion. The magicians of the Puppet Empire in the distance looked at the mushroom cloud that was ten kilometers high, and they were so frightened that they didn't know what to do.
They didn't know what happened because they had never seen such a horrific attack.
Then, they felt that their imagination was not enough: they had lived for hundreds or even thousands of years, but they had never seen such a terrifying scene.
In their horrified eyes, a second mushroom cloud rose into the sky, spread and soared farther away, and broke through the clouds.
Then came the third and fourth such terrifying clouds, which bloomed in the mining areas of the puppet empire.
"Is this... the kind of attack called a 'nuclear strike'?" An old magician leaned on crutches and looked at the mushroom clouds that could be clearly seen without much effort, and asked subconsciously with a trembling voice.
No one around him answered, because everyone was still immersed in the shock of the nuclear attack that hit their souls.
Apart from talking to themselves, these magicians who saw the mushroom cloud rarely spoke. They just watched, watching those fearful clouds representing death rising one after another on the distant horizon.
It has been thousands of years since the flames of war first reached the territory of this ancient empire. It has also been thousands of years since the magicians of the puppet empire had to face a fact they did not want to face again: they were no longer the strongest.
Already.
Before these magicians could sigh enough, a dazzling light appeared above their heads. In just an instant, they disappeared from this world forever.
A few hours later, Frunzberg received a report from a servant and learned that the mining area on the west side of the puppet empire had been wiped out by the Eilandhir nuclear bomb.
It was indeed a "land cleansing". 27 300,000-ton nuclear warheads destroyed 5 copper mines, 4 gold mines, 2 silver mines, 13 magic crystal mines, and 3 glow mines in the puppet empire.
iron ore.
The precise strike effectively destroyed nearly 90% of the puppet empire's ore production capacity.
Frunzberg, who knew the industry well, knew that this time the puppet empire was over. Having lost its production capacity, the puppet empire could no longer produce a large number of puppets and war machinery and continue to persevere in this war.
They lost, completely lost... and there was no chance for peace talks. Before dawn, when Frundsberg heard the speech persuading surrender, he had an ominous premonition.
Now, he finally knew where that uneasy feeling came from. Alan Hill finally mastered the relevant technology, and had the technology to accurately strike and detect the entire territory of the puppet empire.
Frunzberg never felt that Eiland Hill did not use nuclear weapons on the puppet empire out of kindness. He speculated that Eiland Hill's nuclear weapons had some flaws in their use, such as range, hit accuracy, etc.
Now he knows that Eiland Hill has solved these technical problems and there are no big restrictions on the use of nuclear weapons.
"When will production resume?" Frunzberg put down the documents in his hands, looked at the attendant who came to deliver the documents, and asked slowly.
"Mr. Magister Siviron said... it will probably take more than 10 years to fully recover. Even if it only recovers one-tenth of the original production capacity, it is estimated that it will take three to six months." The waiter lowered his head and replied.
"Where do we have three to six months left? Not even a month!" Frunzberg laughed angrily, stared at the waiter and hummed.
"In the supplementary base, we still have some mined raw materials in reserve... Relying on these materials, we can probably support it for a while... Probably, it can last for a month." The waiter continued to answer.
"What did my mentor say? Will our war be over in one month?" Frunzberg continued to question.
"The Grand Magister didn't say anything. He has never left his room until now..." The waiter replied with some embarrassment -
