Because of the relationship of time, the sky on the side of the puppet empire has not yet dawned, and it is gray and dark before dawn.

A magician took a document from his attendant with sleepy eyes, looked at it, and signed his name with satisfaction.

The losses of the puppet empire on the front line are growing, and the whole country is shrouded in an atmosphere of defeat.

The country is supported by those who are responsible for the collection of resources - despite the heavy losses of the empire in the war, the production of resources is constantly increasing.

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 "dronte" made by themselves.

Because it's a little smaller than the unit ton of Irlanhill, the puppet empire's production report last month was a little more pretty: they collected 5,910 drant of magic crystals, 333 drand more than before.

The reason why this magician signed the production record document with satisfaction was also because he saw that the mine he was in charge of was still steadily increasing its output.

As long as the production continues to increase, the puppet empire can continue to produce more puppet soldiers and other tools of war, and continue to hold on to this war.

He didn't have a radio here, so naturally he wouldn't have heard the speech "Urging the Puppet Empire to Surrender" that had just been played in the distant Iran Hill Empire.

So he didn't know anything, he just woke up and didn't even have time to wash his face. A little further west of where he sat was a huge, shocking open-pit pit.

Inside this huge pit is a continuous stream of huge magic crystals, the quality of which is staggering. This is the benefit of being close to the Eye of Magic, and one of the reasons why the puppet empire is so strong.

If this pit was born in Iran Hill, then it must have been filled with large mining machinery.

In the puppet empire, although there are some large equipment, it is not as professional and huge as the mining machinery of Iran Hill.

There are also giant eight-legged magic machines with giant robotic arms powered by golems, which look no different from the giant spiders that the puppet empire has put into battle on the front lines.

It's just that the giant spider war machine here doesn't have any weapons on it, only working mechanical arms and cutting equipment.

Dozens of these giant spiders are at work, and at the feet of these giant spiders are countless puppet soldiers.

These puppet soldiers work here day and night, they don't need pay or rest, they don't stop until they are completely damaged.

The huge puppet empire relied on these cheap productive forces to become the most powerful country in the world.

It's a pity that the current Alan Hill has stronger productivity, more powerful technology, and more advanced management methods than the mine in front of him.

Countless puppet soldiers saddled down the gentle slope with the magic crystals that had just been cut and produced. They had to rely on their own strength to deliver the produced magic hedron mines to the carts dragged by the mountain movers waiting outside the pit.

Similarly, a cart full of ore will immediately set off to some location, drop off the deposits, and wait for the puppet empire cities that pass by these supply depots to pick up the supplies.

No one knew that above the heads of these puppets, the warhead of a launch vehicle of one of the Minuteman HM-5 missiles began to separate.

The three nuclear warheads with a yield of 300,000 tons were separated from the body of the launch vehicle by inertia, and then made simple adjustments in space, and then each selected its own target and began an accelerated dive.

Like meteors, these warheads rushed into the atmosphere, and because of the friction, the bodies of the projectiles became hot and red.

They keep accelerating, accelerating, accelerating. It accelerates to nearly ten times the speed of sound, and then crashes into the target.

Because of its speed, the nuclear warhead didn't even have the oppressive sound of breaking through the air, it just cut through the sky, leaving a spectacular light and shadow in the sky, and then reached the vicinity of the target, and then burst out with more brilliant light.

When this light burst out, not a single puppet in the entire mine stopped what they were doing, and they continued to work, as if they were not the ones who were attacked.

The magician who was in his room felt only a light from the window, and before he could figure out what was happening, the light tore through the house he was in and shredded the magician's body.

In an instant, the light devoured the working golems, as well as destroying the working giant spiders. Before the giant spiders with broken legs fell, the light evaporated the giant spider machinery, leaving not even a trace.

A spectacular light was followed by a surging shock wave. Where this wind blows, all that is left is death and devastation.

The massive mountain mover died in their struggle, the carriage behind them shattered and destroyed, and the magic crystals on them were scattered, shaken everywhere by the shockwave.

If it was just a 300,000-ton nuclear bomb explosion, it didn't have such an amazing power, in fact, the nuclear bomb accurately hit the veins of the magic crystal, and the magic crystal here also exploded, forming a chain reaction.

Although the explosion of the Magic Crystal was not complete, it was still very powerful, comparable to a nuclear bomb of 10 million tons.

With the blessing of such an explosion, the entire mine was destroyed in an instant, and everything inside and around it was wiped out in an instant.

In the next second, a spectacular mushroom cloud rose into the sky with the light of the rising sun, tumbling and rushing into the sky.

The earth trembled with this tragic explosion, and the puppet empire magicians in the distance looked at this mushroom cloud ten kilometers high, and their hearts were terrified and didn't know what to do.

They didn't know exactly what was going on, because they had never seen such a horrific attack.

Then they feel that their imagination is not enough: they have lived for hundreds or even thousands of years, but they have never seen such a terrible sight.

In their frightened eyes, a second mushroom cloud rose into the sky, spreading and flying farther away, breaking through the clouds.

This was followed by a third and fourth such terrible clouds, blooming in the mines of the puppet empire.

"That's what it is...... What kind of attack is called a 'nuclear strike'? An old magician leaned on crutches, looked at the mushroom clouds that could be seen clearly without much effort, and asked subconsciously with trembling.

There was no one around him to answer, for everyone was still immersed in the shock of the nuclear attack.

Except for talking to themselves, the magicians who saw the mushroom clouds rarely spoke, they just watched, watched the fearful clouds of death rise one after another on the distant horizon.

It's been thousands of years since the first time war burned into the territory of this ancient empire, and the magicians of the puppet empire had to face a fact they didn't want to face: they weren't the strongest anymore.

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, Frenzberg took a report from one of his attendants that the mining area on the western side of the puppet empire had been washed away by the Iran Hill nuclear bomb.

It is indeed "washing the ground", 27 nuclear warheads of 300,000 tons of yield level, destroying 5 copper mines, 4 gold mines, 2 silver mines, as well as 13 magic spar mines and 3 pyrite mines.

The precise strike effectively destroyed nearly 90% of the puppet empire's ore production capacity.

Frenzberg, who understands industry, knows that this time the puppet empire is over, and the puppet empire, which has lost these production capacities, can no longer produce a large number of puppets and war machines, and continues to hold on to this war.

They lost, completely lost...... There is no chance of peace talks. Before dawn, when Frenzberg heard the speech of persuasion, he had a sense of foreboding.

Now, he finally knew where that uneasy feeling was coming from. Alan Hill has finally mastered the relevant technology, and has the technology to accurately strike and detect the entire territory of the puppet empire.

Frenzberg never felt that Iran Hill was merciful enough not to use nuclear weapons against the puppet empire. He guessed that there were some shortcomings in the use of Elanhill's nuclear weapons, such as range, such as hit accuracy, and so on.

Now he knows that Iran Hill has solved these technical problems, and there are no big restrictions on the use of nuclear weapons.

"When will production resume?" Frenzberg put down the document in his hand, looked at the attendant who had come to deliver it, and asked slowly.

"Mister Sivelon said...... If you want to recover it all, I'm afraid it will take more than 10 years. Even restoring even one-tenth of the original production capacity is estimated to take three to six months. The waiter bowed his head and replied.

"Where do we have three to six months left? Not for a month! Frenzberg laughed angrily and snorted as he stared at the waiter.

"In the replenishment base, we also have some mined raw materials in stock...... Relying on these materials, we will probably be able to support it for a while...... Probably, it can last for a month. The waiter continued.

"What does my mentor say? Will our war be over in a month? Frenzberg continued to question.

"His Excellency the Archmage didn't say anything, he hadn't left his room until now......" the attendant replied with some embarrassment.

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Three changes today, and tomorrow will continue to make up for them.