Eleven minutes and thirty-three seconds later, the dazzling white light was like a high-frequency flash, instantly illuminating the thick sky.
The scorching high temperature instantly climbed to tens of millions, surpassing the sun, melting everything around it in fission.
A violent shock wave swept across the battlefield.
As mushroom clouds rose, the bloody wave covering the ground seemed to be interrupted and stopped briefly.
Tactical warheads originally used for intercontinental nuclear counterattacks were scattered across the Far East. With hypersonic technology, they completed their missions in just a few moments.
But, everything is only temporary.
In the deathly silent command room, Tyer struggled to stand up holding the console as if he had aged ten years.
A total of 7 nuclear bombs bombarded the area around Chita in a rice-shaped pattern, temporarily blocking the crazily spreading tide of bloody corpses.
There is no choice.
In their haste, they had no time to mobilize the Awakened Army to block the spread.
Even if it could be done, given the horror of the zombie tide, it would probably be a drop in the bucket.
The ground shook.
A strange light flashed in the very distant sky. It was an anomaly caused by the impact of particle flow on the distant ionosphere.
The nuclear bomb was not detonated nearby, and it did not dare to be nearby.
If the nuclear explosion is not effective, their soldiers may have to fight to the death against the monsters in the radiation due to the incoming zombie tide.
He couldn't afford this price.
At the same time, he was not sure whether the gate to hell, where monsters were constantly pouring out, would be destroyed by the power of the central nuclear explosion.
He only knew that in the coming time, all they could do was to guard the safe zone and guard the remaining survivors in this war zone.
This is a difficult, even impossible, battle to win.
But no matter what the outcome, he may be saddled with eternal infamy.
Under a nuclear explosion, high-energy radiation would permanently contaminate the land.
Just like Chernobyl, large areas of land will become no-go zones for death, and in the subsequent time, nuclear radiation will contaminate zombies and generate large numbers of aberrations.
The air pressure belt surrounding the world will spread dust full of nuclear radiation to every corner along with the movement of the troposphere.
Radiation is everywhere.
Perhaps this level of pollution will not have a great impact on other parts of the world, but once it occurs, it is permanent.
Like "low background radiation steel".
After mankind tested the nuclear bomb for the first time in 1945, this kind of radioactive pollution-free steel disappeared permanently from the earth, so that people can only obtain pollution-free steel from the salvage of sunken ships 45 years ago.
Radiation is pervasive, and even ores buried hundreds of meters underground will still be contaminated.
"Lord Tyr...what should we do next..."
"Really, is there any other way..."
The voice is dry.
A large number of awakened people and senior officials in the command room looked at Tell.
Under the wartime system, Tell, who was originally a member of the Soviet Army, soon relied on his extremely strong strength to be promoted to one of the main senior officials in the Soviet theater.
He is the backbone of everyone now.
Looking at the eyes full of expectation and even hope, Taier's throat trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
What else could he do?
In addition to throwing nuclear bombs to temporarily delay the spread, the only thing left is to fight.
Beyond that, perhaps the message sent out asking for help is a glimmer of hope.
But as of now, the person he has the greatest expectations for has not responded to his message.
He had already gone to beg the other party. Although he didn't know what to ask Lin An to do, the indelible impression Lin An brought to him during the trial was like a straw that made him want to grasp it with all his strength.
As long as the other side has a way to solve this crisis, the Soviet-Russian theater is willing to pay the due price!
...
The farthest interception front has begun to exchange fire.
A large number of soldiers are dying under the attack of monsters that are completely different from ordinary zombies.
The red zombies rushed over quickly like wild beasts.
The skin of these monsters is rotten, and the exposed muscle tissue looks like a small licker.
The super-fast movement speed can almost catch up with a car. In terms of speed alone, it has exceeded ordinary zombies by more than three times!
It is extremely powerful, although it clearly lacks protective muscle tissue, but is comparable to bulletproof armor.
The tough muscle tissue can easily clamp bullets into the flesh, and rush into the battle line with rifle fire.
Different from the attack method of ordinary zombies biting humans, these monsters named Chita zombies seem to be more interested in tearing humans apart. Their attack method is often to run quickly and then tear apart the humans they see alive. " Enjoy the blood-soaked pleasure.
With flexible movements and enhanced defense, each Chita zombie is comparable to half a first-order mutant.
With the blessing of numbers, it’s like a nightmare.
No one knows how these monsters appeared. Even from the beginning of the mission to now, the elite troops sent by Tyr have not been able to step into the center of Chita.
A few seconds later, Taylor, whose mind was in confusion, took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
He can't continue to behave like this.
Once he also shows his despair, the entire army group will completely lose morale. By then... even escaping will be a luxury!
Looking at the crowd, he spoke sharply:
"All three levels will go out to fight!"
"Each person leads a second-level squad of a thousand people to prevent the zombie tide from spreading with a piercing attack!"
"No one is allowed to come back until everyone is dead!"
"The rest of the awakened people will stay on the spot, and the regular legions will cover the survivors and retreat!"
When the order was issued, everyone in the command room felt their hearts sink, and many people had a wry smile on their faces.
This is...
Ask them to risk their lives in exchange for time to cover the evacuation of the large forces.
Is the situation really so bad that we can only give up the mission completely and find a way to retain the population?
Regardless of everyone's thoughts.
Tyr took the lead. After quickly putting on his makeup, he opened the door of the command room without hesitation and prepared to join the battle.
Outside the combat center, the howling cold wind mixed with the sound of artillery fire hit our faces.
Under the heavy snow, the whole world seemed to be in chaos.
The wind is cool and the snow is cold.
Tyr glanced at the distant front line, then couldn't help but look at a few private messages he had sent, and gave a rather sad and wry smile in his heart.
From the time the cross-region message was sent to now, the other three levels of war zones have all replied to him.
only...
Although some of these third-level friends who met during the trial responded to the message, apart from verbal sympathy, the rest expressed their helplessness.
Even if they once fought side by side.
Except for Fiona, who was far away in the ocean, she said without hesitation that she would provide all support. The other war zones seemed completely aloof.
It's normal, it's difficult for everyone.
Especially after the trial, many war zones did not receive much disaster reduction progress. I heard that many North American Alliance war zones faced huge crises after returning to reality. They are still struggling and on the verge of destruction.
Moreover, Tyre also knew that these war zones could not help him if they were too far apart.
Even with Fiona's full support, it actually can't help much.
Large-scale troops cannot be delivered, and materials and equipment are in short supply in various theaters. Level 3 individuals are like pebbles in large-scale battles, unable to make any waves.
He was treating a dead horse like a living doctor, and under tremendous pressure, he was just hoping.
Hopefully, some of these people may be able to create miracles.
for example.
Lin An.
Just as he was bitterly preparing to turn off the useless private messaging function, a message suddenly came back.
"specific situation?"
