readx; Within a radius of nearly 50 nautical miles, countless warships clumsily twisted their hulls for maneuvering while desperately pouring ammunition into the dark sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Destroyers, cruisers, battleships, aircraft carriers, the anti-aircraft weapons on these warships beat the sky over this sea area into daylight. The motor roars in the sky, and there is a beautiful machine. U.S. planes flew with red, blue, and white night lights and flew in the searchlights of their own fleets and their anti-air fire nets. The special attack plane, on the other hand, hid in the darkness and remained silent as a doer. They quietly hovered in the air, finding their target and swooping down without hesitation. From time to time, tall columns of water rose on the surface of the sea, and fireballs broke out in the air, and bursts of explosions sounded on the sea, and the antiaircraft guns had turned into machine guns, and the warships hit by the planes immediately burst into flames. The first to suffer was the aircraft carrier "Vapps 2", a hit "Zero" plane crashed headlong into the middle of the flight deck of this aircraft carrier, the violent explosion made its hull shake, the fire ignited, 32 sailors were killed in the explosion, the flight deck was blown out of a hole with a diameter of 6 meters.

Thankfully, it missed. The fire was quickly brought under control, and it could still sail on its own at a speed of 20 knots. But the cruiser "Aix" was not so lucky, a suicide plane crashed into its boiler room, the fire and continuous explosions destroyed the cruiser's power system, although the warship sank, but 22 officers and men, including the deputy captain and boatswain, were killed. In the end, it could only be towed by another cruiser. The destroyer "Little" was even more unlucky, the 500-pound bomb on the kamikaze special attack plane that hit it penetrated the hull of the destroyer and exploded near the keel, and this small warship with a displacement of just 2,000 tons was blown out of the water and broke into two parts and sank immediately, and only 7 officers and men of the whole ship survived. The LSM-197, a large landing craft two nautical miles away, was worse than the destroyer, and the pilots probably saw its flat, long hull as an aircraft carrier, and the two suicide planes suddenly swooped down from the dark sky without saying a word, and lunged at it. Although one of them was hit by a US plane at a distance of 500 meters from the landing craft, it still hit the target with the flames in tow, and the fierce explosion immediately tore the landing craft to pieces, and it disappeared from the sea within one minute before it could even catch fire.

The battleship "Alaska" smashed two suicide planes rushing at it with its heavy anti-aircraft fire, but the third "Type 96" suicide bomber that suddenly appeared out of the darkness wounded it. The searchlight did not shine on the plane, it appeared so quickly that all the anti-aircraft fire did not even have time to fire at it, it pounced on the warship like a big bird, and many officers and men closed their eyes and waited for death. But this pilot was too amateurish, and his visual calculations were wrong, and the angle was not right at all. The wing of the plane hit the bridge of the battleship, ripped off one of the corners of the bridge, causing one of the observation sentries to be seriously injured, the wing of the plane was broken, under the action of the huge lateral pull, the right wing of the plane fell off the fuselage, the fuselage made a turn and crossed the warship, rolled over the side of the ship and fell into the sea, the bomb did not explode, the officers and men of the coalition saw this scene with their own eyes, many people shouted luck with their hands and foreheads, and the sailors drew crosses on their chests and praised God loudly

On the other side, the escort aircraft carrier "Baez" was on fire, and the flames soared into the sky, and it is conceivable that the officers and men on this unlucky "Jeep aircraft carrier" must have been killed or wounded.

His planes were like real ghosts in the dark, and no one knew when or where they would appear. Which warship should be unlucky, and which officers and men should be killed or wounded. This crazy behavior of the pilots made the officers and men of the coalition chill and cry bitterly. This kind of philosophy and behavior, which is so different from Western philosophy, is bewildering to Americans. As kamikaze planes swooped down from the darkness with a scream, the coalition soldiers scattered one by one. The Americans had almost forgotten that they were being attacked, that they were victims, and they could not help but wonder what the pilots who had swooped down from a high altitude with a sickly state of mind must have had some kind of problem were thinking, whether they had been doped, whether they were forced to do so locked in the cockpit, and so on.

Liu Xirui drove his No. 9 plane to chase after the suicide plane that had slipped through the net, and before he knew it, he was back in the skies over the 5th Task Force, and he witnessed the chaos in this sea area. The Americans were apparently beaten up by Yu himself. But that doesn't have much to do with you. Who knows how many suicide planes I have dispatched one after another, fighting in the dark of night, and it is only natural that the interceptor group will miss some enemy planes, and this will not disgrace him, the commander-in-chief of the air force. Liu Xirui knew that he was the only coalition pilot who could ignore the anti-aircraft firepower of many US ships and pursue the suicide plane as he pleased. If the other coalition pilots dared to do so, they would have had extraordinary courage and the psychological preparation that they could be torn apart by their own artillery fire at any time. In the previous interception, Liu Xirui had shot down 5 planes, but he had no sense of accomplishment at all, and he said that he could not fight back, and it was purely a target practice, which was extremely boring. Liu Xirui estimated that this was probably the last battle in the Pacific War in which he participated.

The war will soon be over, and there will be no more such vigorous and decent naval and air battles in the future. It's a heartbeat! If you want to play, just have fun! An anti-aircraft shell exploded very close to the left of his plane, and the shock wave shook the plane violently, but this did not prevent him from firing at a "Zero" trainer. The pilots of this aircraft correctly chose the target, and the huge hull of the "Enterprise" made it clear that this was a heavy aircraft carrier, and this was the object of attack that the kamikaze pilots of the Chinese military dreamed of. This plane rushed down like crazy from 3,000 meters in the air, as if no anti-aircraft shells were enough to stop him, Liu Xirui absolutely did not dare to let its plot succeed, God knows where a violent plane with huge kinetic energy and potential energy plus a 500-pound bomb will hit the "Enterprise"?

If it hits the vital point, it will cause a fire and a continuous explosion. I must not be too satisfied. But Liu Xirui clearly knows that the "Enterprise Number" will not sink, and this is how history is written! Liu Xirui still doesn't dare to slack off, there is no need to make himself happy! Liu Xirui caught up with the plane and immediately opened fire, and his accurate firing caused nearly 100 rounds of 12.7 mm machine gun bullets to penetrate the right fuel tank of the "Zero" modified training plane. A bright red flame appeared in the sky not far from the "Enterprise", and the plane exploded, and the plane fragments flew on the deck of the "Enterprise", and the bomb fell into the sea like a stone, and a high, thick column of water rose. The huge waves set off by the retreat of hundreds of tons of seawater made this heavy aircraft carrier swing very violently.

The mangled body of the pilot and the fuselage fell next to the No. 2 elevator of the "Enterprise," startling more than 10 allied sailors who were struggling to pour shells into the sky with an antiaircraft gun. Liu Xirui pulled up the landline, and in front of him, two F6F "shrews" flashed by. Liu Xirui felt that at an altitude of about 3,500 meters on the right, there were two planes circling, and these two planes must have also chosen the "Enterprise" as their target for attack. At this time, the "Enterprise" was speeding on the sea at a speed of 24 knots, and there were at least 15 or more high-power searchlight columns on the ship that were constantly swinging in the night sky to find targets, and the huge hull of the warship was very flexible and paddling an 'S' shaped track on the sea surface, and the entire warship was filled with gunsmoke, antiaircraft guns, twin guns, quadruple machine guns, antiaircraft machine guns, and so on kept spitting tongues of fire, and tracer bullets were whipped like fire whips in the dark night sky. This was indeed the most tempting and best target, and the two planes kept circling around the "Enterprise", looking for the best timing and the best angle to dive to ensure that they could succeed in one blow, because they only had the only chance to attack once in their lives, and they had no idea that the Grim Reaper's scythe had been quickly reaching for them. Liu Xirui drove the plane to the right without a sound, which was a suicide plane of the "Type 97" modified torpedo attack plane, and a huge bomb was hanging on the pylon on the belly of the plane. At 400 meters away, Liu Xirui pressed the shooting button, and six tongues of fire suddenly appeared in the air, and the bullets stretched straight to the cockpit of the plane.

Without any warning, the plane rolled sideways, and its fuselage twisted irregularly, as if it had paused in the air for about one second, and then fell straight and in free fall under the ever-increasing gravitational acceleration. Liu Xirui didn't bother to pay attention to the fallen plane, but immediately pounced on another "1" type land attack bomber. The pilot of the plane noticed the sudden fall of his companion and, most likely, the coalition fighter with its night lights on and was speeding towards him from 800 meters away, and the plane lowered its nose and began to dive. This was the exact right thing to do, but although he chose the "Enterprise" as the target, he did not achieve a good job in his hurry. He just exposed the engine directly in front of Liu Xirui's plane, and it was only 2 seconds at most to enter the dive, and Liu Xirui caught up with it and opened fire immediately.

There was a burst of fierce strafing, and a string of machine-gun bullets drilled into the engine of this machine, and a stream of flames burst out, Liu Xirui did not pause but continued to fire, and almost all the bullets hit the machine. The Type "1" bomber could not withstand such a blow in any case, first the right wing was broken, and then the tail balance rudder flew away. The plane was still diving, but in an eerie manner, almost smashing sideways into the fuselage. The Enterprise made a sharp turn, avoiding the large metal rock that fell straight down from the sky. The plane fell into the white sea water path stirred up by the propeller of the "Enterprise," and the bomb was exploded, but it had no effect other than killing and stuning some fish and shrimp.

He pulled the plane up and jumped 7,000 meters into the air and began to use his senses to capture the next target. At this time, the sky above the Allied Task Force 5 in the waters off Okinawa had become a huge chaotic market, and countless warships on the sea spewed fierce and dense tongues of fire into the night sky with all the anti-aircraft weapons they could use, and the uncountable searchlight pillars were streaked around, trying to find the enemy hiding in the darkness. About 20 warships lay on the surface of the sea and burned, and occasionally a large fireball burst out from the burning warships with a muffled thunderous sound. The night sky is even more beautiful, tracer bullets, exploding anti-aircraft shells, the night lights of coalition planes, the plane dragging a long flame down, and the fragments of the plane that were blown up by the volley with flames scattered in the sky form a colorful and dynamic pattern.

The night sky flickered and brightened, and planes constantly flew over the bright searchlight columns, whenever this was the case. There will always be a large amount of anti-aircraft fire concentrated on this unfortunate plane, whether it is a plane or a US plane. Immediately, however, some of the artillery fire was transferred to another plane illuminated by a pillar of light, and large fires and flaming aircraft appeared in the air. All the anti-aircraft artillerymen were red-eyed. This confusion lasted until 4 a.m., and the number of 'ghosts' in the air continued to decrease, until only US planes with night lights on were left in the sky, and the antiaircraft artillery fire gradually thinned out, and the "kamikaze attack" operation, which was the largest and finale of World War II, came to an end.

Of the 456 naval suicide planes that flew out of the three bases, only a small fraction of them completed their mission. 213 suicide planes were destroyed in an interception by coalition fighters, and 107 flew over the coalition task force 5 and bravely launched suicide attacks. Of these, 76 were destroyed by the US fleet's anti-aircraft fire and coalition fighters in the air, and only 31 achieved their purpose and crashed into the coalition warship. Another 136 planes escaped and got lost in the confusion and ran out of fuel and fell into the sea. When the allied forces returned to the oil tanker, they were about 350 nautical miles away from the waters of Okinawa and personally saw a group of about 10 planes falling into the sea one after another. Several of them also crashed into bombs, blowing up tall, bright columns of water. Second Lieutenant Hiroki Hoyama was one of the Treks, but he was one of the luckier ones.

Task Force 5 suffered the heaviest losses suffered by the U.S. Navy since the outbreak of the Pacific War, with 24 warships hit by planes. Seven destroyers were sunk on the spot, along with an escort aircraft carrier 'San. USS Kling', 3 cruisers "White", "Baltimore" and "Leluth", plus two large landing craft. Eleven warships were wounded, among them the heavy aircraft carriers "Saratoga", "Vaps-2", as well as 2 battleships, 4 cruisers and 3 destroyers. The coalition also lost 17 aircraft, all of which, of course, were shot down by anti-aircraft fire from their own fleet. Eight pilots were rescued by parachuting and nine were killed. Task Force 5 lost 247 officers and men and more than 160 wounded. It was a very frustrating battle for all the officers and men, who did not even know where the enemy was. But in any case, the Americans resisted their last frenzied attack, and they did not care about this loss, nor could they waver in their determination to capture Okinawa, and the victor should still be the Americans.

When it was intercepted by a US plane and the pilot plane exploded in a volley in an instant, Hiroki knew that it was over. He was really unwilling to end his young life at the age of 22 like this, and he made the most correct choice. The plane jerked and began to dive downward. Hiroki knew perfectly well that his backward modified "Zero" trainer plane, which had no weapons for self-defense, was no match for the nimble and ferocious American fighters, and that his stubbornness would be thrown into the sea by the Americans like a live target, and that he would not be at all good for himself except for achieving the results of American pilots. Hiroki's eyes were glued to the altimeter, and now there were only two instruments left on the broken plane, one for the altimeter and the other for the compass. And the only thing that can be believed is the altimeter, the compass has long been broken, relying on this guy to navigate, not only can he not fly to the destination, but sooner or later he has to fly to the Lord of Yama, and Hiroki flew over with the pilot. Other barometers, airspeedometers, fuel gauges, etc. were all dismantled, and the original place where these instruments were installed was a big black hole.

If it weren't for the fact that we had to maintain altitude and not be planted in the dark night sky before we had yet to fly over the target, I am afraid that even these two minimum instruments would have been dismantled. It can be seen that the lack of military supplies has forced the capital to such an embarrassing situation. However, Second Lieutenant Hiroki Hoyama did not have time to think about this at the moment, and when the plane ventured into the darkness to 300 meters above the sea, Hiroki leveled his broken plane, and hurriedly turned a right corner, increased the throttle and fled. Hiroki's escape measures were extremely correct, without the attention and discovery of this escaped plane, and the height was too low, Hiroki successfully escaped from the chaotic battlefield. Flying like this for about 30 minutes, Hiroki only looked at the altimeter and didn't care about the compass, what direction, target, sea area didn't mean anything to him at all, even he didn't know what direction he was flying.

In conclusion, one thing is for sure, the farther away from the coalition fleet and the planes of the Americans, the better. What kind of "kamikaze attack", what one machine for one ship, Hiroki has long forgotten it cleanly. Now is the time to talk about how to save your life, everything else is nonsense. After flying blindly for about an hour, the pilot of the suicide plane had no idea where he had flown to, and Hiroki's plan was to leave the dangerous battlefield first, and take the risk of forcing him to land on the sea when he was about to run out of fuel. Take the rest one step at a time, try your luck! In fact, it was impossible for Hiroki to notice that his plane was heading in the direction of Yokohama, and it was getting closer and closer. Finally, after another 40 minutes of flight, Hiroki felt that it was almost enough, he judged from the sound of the nose engine, Hiroki lowered the altitude again, this suicide plane was now less than 100 meters from the sea, the white foam and layers of phosphorescence carried by the rolling waves of the sea under the fuselage were visible, and the plane was almost flying close to the sea. Fortunately, there was no strong wind on the sea, and it was calm, and it was time, Hiroki carefully turned off the accelerator, in fact, it didn't matter if he turned off the fuel raft or not, the engine had already begun to "bang!" Throat! When he coughed, he was about to turn off the fire.

Hiroki gritted his teeth and prepared to land, he didn't forget the 2 200-pound bombs on both sides of the wings, which were supposed to bomb the Americans, and now he is going to land with them, damn it! Don't let the waves crash against the detonating cone, it's a matter of life and death. He rode the old "Zero" trainer and glided parallel to the surface of the sea at a very small angle for a long distance, then lowered it when it was about to stall. Although Hiroki didn't fly for a long time, he still mastered this escape technique quite well. The tail belly of the plane first came into contact with the seawater, and at this moment, Hiroki pulled the longitudinal rod backwards with all his strength to lift the nose of the plane, a move that ensured that the detonating cones of the two bombs hanging on both sides of the wing would not directly collide with the sea water and cause an explosion. The plane swept away the sea and dragged a long trail through the water, and the strong turbulence made Hiroki's stomach tumble like a river and the sea, and he wanted to vomit.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the potential and kinetic energy to run out, and the plane stopped on the surface of the sea and immediately began to sink. So far, Second Lieutenant Hiroki Hoyama has been lucky. Hiroki unbuckled his seat belt and stood up from the cockpit, and the sea water began to flood into the cockpit, but the plane was still floating up and down with the waves. Hiroki was secretly happy, at least his luck was good. He found that there was a reef outcropping about 200 meters away from him falling into the sea, and how big this reef was was that it was impossible to see in the dark, but it could have saved his life. At this time, the plane sank faster, and the sea water had soaked his thighs, Hiroki was a naval pilot, and he would definitely be able to swim, of course, it was still much worse than the master swimmers in the navy, but it was easy to cope with this distance. Twenty minutes later, when the exhausted Second Lieutenant Hiroki climbed the reef, which was bumpy at the top and less than 30 square meters in size at most, he had to lie down on the rock and gasp for breath. When it was dawn, Hiroki took off his cool, heavy flight suit, which was wet with seawater. In fact, Hiroki didn't know that this was the sea off Yokohama, and it was only less than 10 nautical miles away from Yokohama at most.

He was flying instinctively in the dark, and he could only roughly estimate the direction, and flew around, flying from Kyushu Island to Yokohama. Three hours later, Hiroki was rescued by a small cargo ship Saimoto sailing offshore. Hiroki lied that he was a Navy pilot, that he had escaped by parachuting out of a plane during training last night, and that the crew had no doubt about it and were very enthusiastic about him. The cargo ship sent Hiroki to the port of Yokohama. Hiroki did not dare to return to Kyushu, he believed that the gendarmes would not be merciful to him, and even if he was not brought to court-martial, or shot by deserters who escaped from the battle, he might be sent back to the special attack team and let him die again, and Second Lieutenant Hiroki Hoyama did not think it was an honor. Hiroki managed to abscond back to his hometown in Shikoku. Three months later, the war ended, and Ben was defeated and surrendered. Hiroki can finally come out to meet people.

In the difficult days of the post-war period, Hiroki resold some mechanical odds, water pipes, electrical appliances and other miscellaneous goods, and the business became bigger and bigger, and Hiroki later had his own company and factory, and became a powerful entrepreneur. Hiroki can't forget this war, nor his young companions who died in the so-called "kamikaze". He hated war and became the backbone of the left-wing anti-war group in his country

Wenger. Margaret let out a long sigh of relief. She tilted her head back and leaned comfortably back in her seat. With her right hand, she briefly combed shoulder-length, slightly curly blonde hair, which was a little messy. Margaret is not a girl who likes to dress up, she is a talented physics researcher at the Los Alamos laboratory in the eyes of her peers. The results of the nuclear fission research team she led were impressive. But what makes people incomprehensible is that this girl, who is only 27 years old, has a beautiful face, a beautiful figure, and white skin, but she is a raunchy girl.

She doesn't seem to have the beauty habits that ordinary girls share, she doesn't pay attention to her clothes, and she doesn't wear ornate hand accessories. She wears lab clothes all day, doesn't seem to be particularly groomed, and always looks busy. But all the staff in the laboratory did not dare to underestimate the female researcher, because she had a father who was a member of Congress, and her father was very close to the late President Roosevelt, that is, General Groves and his deputy, Thomas Roosevelt. Brigadier General Farrell would always find time to visit her when he came to the laboratory, which made her very important in the hearts of her colleagues.

And she was with the head of the experiment choke, Robert. Ottinheimer is still a relative. It is said that the younger brother of this beautiful female researcher, a well-known American air hero, the fiancée of 25-year-old US Navy Captain Mr. Kospel, is the only daughter of Professor Ottinheimer. But these are not the main ones, and what is convincing is that all of them, including the famous physicist Fermi, the female scientist Meitner, and the famous names in this scientific field, such as Sidra, and even Mr. Ottinheimer himself have a high opinion of Ms. Margaret. They were impressed by the knowledge and work ability of this beautiful girl, as well as her almost fanatical obsession with the microscopic atomic world and the results of the research of the group she led. The nuclear fission research team led by this female researcher from the physics laboratory at the University of Washington is the most efficient in its work, and its knowledge of physics and rigorous and serious work style that are absolutely inappropriate for her age make people not admire. Her more than 20 staff members must be convinced of her. That is, Arsene Wenger. Miss Margaret conquered everyone with her own strength, and nothing else.

But what is incomprehensible is that Miss Margaret is 27 years old, and it is said that she has never been in love, and has no boyfriend or lover or anything like that. It's kind of incredible. Mr. Oldovsky, who was in charge of thermonuclear control in the Alamos experiment, tried to woo her, and the 32-year-old scientist should be said to be brilliant and good-looking, although he looked a little shorter, wore a pair of thick spectacles, and was a little thinner, but his gentle surname and always polite gentlemanly demeanor could still make girls fall in love. But according to insiders, Miss Margaret refused him without hesitation, and even threw the red roses that the gentleman had given her from distant New Orleans on a plane by way, and threw them into the garbage shredder without looking at them, which made Mr. Aldorfsky very shameless.

Look at the huge wall clock on the wall, time is still abundant. Margaret subconsciously touched her chest, and through the white, fireproof material overalls and underwear, she felt a necklace pendant hanging in her plump ** cleavage. Margaret had a thin, beautifully crafted silver necklace around her neck, the only ornament she had on her body, and a birthday gift from her father when she was 25 years old. But underneath this sumptuous silver necklace is an inappropriate key made of gold as a pendant, which makes the ornament look a bit nondescript and a little tacky. It seems very out of place. But this female physicist doesn't care about that. Generally, the pendant under a silver necklace like this should also be silver, or red, blue gemstone, jade hanging, even if it is gold, it should be small heart-shaped or cross-shaped, and the weight should not be too heavy. But Margaret's gold keychain pendant is also reasonable, but the weight is appalling about 50 grams. This kind of pendant not only does not match this necklace, which is not much thicker than a thick cotton thread, but it also wears people tired when worn around the neck. But Miss Margaret wore it all day long, never leaving her. Why? Quite simply, it was a gift from her younger brother Cole when she returned from fighting in England. My brother once joked:

"Sister, now you are an honorary citizen of London, England! I hope this makes you happy! I'd better be honest and be a good American citizen, John Bull is not for me. The lads of London must be more than happy to see a beautiful girl like you as their countrymen! ”

The parents sitting next to them couldn't help but laugh together. Margaret happily accepted the gift, hugged her brother and gave him a kiss. In particular, after she heard her brother Cole tell that she shot down a German bomber by colliding with a plane in the Battle of London, and the mayor of London gave this golden key on behalf of all the British people in London on behalf of the honorary citizens of London, Margaret hung this golden key weighing more than 50 grams and the words "London welcomes you" in English as a necklace on her chest and never left, which was exchanged for her brother Cole's life! Definitely something to treasure.

Margaret wears a one-piece white overalls, with a hat, blouse and pants joined together. All the people here, including Professor Odinheimer, Mr. Fermi, Ms. Meitner, Sidra, Teller, and even General Groves and General Farrell, wore such overalls, without exception. But Margaret didn't put on her hat, her hood hung limply from her waistcoat, and her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. She sat in a steel chair, which, despite its upholstery, was not comfortable. It can only be applicable and not interfere with work. The steel chair is bolted to the ground, everything here, including the table, instruments, etc., is fixed in this way, as if the bolts are loosened, everything will float in the air, this is not a spaceship, but a solid basement, this is actually for shockproof, and even on each steel chair there is a seat belt, although all people do not use it, but it is necessary, and its existence must have its reasonable surname.

On the workbench in front of Margaret were some instruments, including seismometers, thermometers, automatic recorders, and some instruments that the layman could not name. The nearly 20 staff members sitting on her left and right are also piled up in front of these instruments, and the red, green, white, and yellow indicators on the instruments are all quietly lit at the moment, which means that these instruments are working normally. What appears on the light blue screen of the seismometer is a straight line, and it will remain like this when there are no major underground tremors or air fluctuations. The automatic recorder is also working, and the pen tip of the machine, whether it is recording shock waves or temperature, is silently drawing straight lines. But Margaret knew that in a little while the straight line would cease to exist, and God knew what kind of mess the hell instrument would draw, it was an experiment after all, and anything could come about. As long as it wasn't a big dinosaur popping up out of nowhere, no one would be surprised if anything happened.

It was a garden-shaped hall, and Margaret's team occupied only a small part of the garden arc against the wall. The area of the hall is probably no less than 800 square meters, the floor is smooth terrazzo floor, and some six-pointed star-shaped patterns are made of white and crimson quartz sand, which is easily reminiscent of some mysterious religious place. It also adds some weird elements to this command center. The reinforced concrete walls were polished smooth and painted white, and the light reflected a soft glow on them. In the center of the hall there is a garden platform about 1 meter above the ground and an area of about 100 square meters, with 5 steps, the garden platform is surrounded by steel guardrails, and a large number of various instruments and meters and a huge console are also placed on the table, and the various indicators on it are flashing. This is the absolute command center of this trial. All orders are issued via telephone, telex, and radio communication equipment on the command console.

Of course, even the most trivial instruction will be recorded, and those silent typewriters that move non-stop like perpetual motion machines are used for this. General Groves, the head of the "S-11", who was dressed in the exact same overalls as Ms. Margaret's, his assistant, Brigadier General Farrell, Professor Odinheimer, Sidra, Teller, Mr. Fermi, and Ms. Meitner all sat there quietly, waiting for the moment of history. The hall was surrounded by 16 teams like Margaret's, all of which were lined with consoles that the layman couldn't name, and even 10 huge periscopes, long goose-necked machines mounted in the south-facing observation holes. Margaret estimates that the length of these 'goose necks' will never be less than 20 meters, as the hall itself is 20 meters underground, and there are 4 floors down. It took three years for an engineering unit in the US military to build, and a large number of people were involved in the construction.

The hall was equipped with six thick and heavy steel gates in six directions, and the steel doors were so strong that even a tank gun could not penetrate it even if it was bombarded at close range. Outside the steel gate is the corridors, each about 6 meters high and wide enough to drive two trucks or three Dodge Jeep and Ford sedans from 43 years alongside each other. In addition to the diagonal upward spiral to the ground, these corridors connect eight of these park-shaped test halls. It would take at least three hours to start from Margaret's command center and run through eight halls and back at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour without any obstacles. This is because the test site is located in the heart of the Alamogordo Desert in New Mexico, USA, which is 120 square kilometers in size.

It's definitely not a small area, and although it's a desert that is off the beaten track, it's astonishing in size.

Due to the demands of her work and experiments, Miss Margaret had the privilege of visiting the surface center of the desert proving ground many times, and she had the impression that it was a freak who combined city and battlefield. The city is large and should be medium in size.

There are wide concrete roads, and tall buildings are built on both sides of the road, some of which are cement frame structures, and some are made of red bricks. There are also bungalows, and a large area of bungalows is wooden. And the other large piece is red brick.

There are even five small artificial lakes with water flowing in the concrete riverbed that connects them. There are also bridges over the river, of course, not just random wooden towers, but regular steel and concrete bridges.

And then there are trees and grass. What is even more peculiar is that when Margaret came for the last time, she found that to the west of this so-called "city", there was also a railway about 3 kilometers long, and there were two locomotives and seven carriages lying quietly on the railway.

On the other side is a standard battlefield, with nearly 40 Pershing and Sherman tanks spread across a 2-kilometer-wide desert with no less than 30 armored vehicles in between!

(To be continued)