The Leopold III, loaded with kingfish bombs, reached the designated reef island - a small island with an area of only 600 square meters. This is the ideal area for a nuclear explosion, and the ocean currents will not reach the United States or Europe, so there is no need to worry about environmental groups coming to the door because of the spread of nuclear fallout.

The destroyer drove cautiously along the way, trying to avoid the reef area with unknown waterways, and it didn't matter if the destroyer really ran aground and sunk or something, but the big bomb on the deck missed and killed people. Although Albert repeatedly insisted that the bomb was safe, nothing happened until the button was pressed. But Vermaelen didn't take it lightly.

A few days ago, the soldiers who were parachuted into this small island were the elite soldiers of the Belgian special air service company, and they were responsible for setting up a steel frame for placing kingfish bombs on the island, which was not very large, and it took them two days to build a steel frame large enough to withstand the weight of a nuclear warhead, and the rest of the time was responsible for guarding the waters and waiting for the ships to come. So when they saw the Leopold III and a group of small frigates appear in the telescope's field of vision, the soldiers stationed there hurriedly lit the signal baton and waved it at the ship. The dark red light of the fire instantly illuminated a small part of the dark waters of the reef and allowed the destroyers to find their exact location.

"I see the signal, at eleven o'clock." The sailor in charge of the observation informs the captain of the ship.

"Turn the rudder left, go fifty meters and stop." The highly nervous captain of the ship was finally relieved at this point, but if he went any further, the Leopold III would run aground, so he ordered to stop the advance and gave the order to all the sailors with a megaphone, "Prepare to release the small assault boat, it is time to land." ”

Vermaelen and Koschel, who were still talking and laughing, heard the captain's reply, and at the same time restrained their smiles, and without the hoist, a group of sailors worked together to lift the kingfish bomb onto the small assault boat. The bomb could still hold four people after it was installed, so the four able-bodied sailors had to go with them to the island to plant the fixed bomb.

On a sudden whim, Vermaelen volunteered, "Boys, I'll go with you. ”

"No, sir, it's too dangerous. Let's just go, if something really happens and this thing explodes, and we don't get court-martialed? "The sailors objected to Vermaelen's adventurous practices,

Coschel also patted Vermaelen on the shoulder and persuaded him worriedly, "I said Vermaelen, you and I are already old bones, there is no need to work so hard." ”

Vermaelen glared at Koschel, "They don't know about these young men, you old man don't know." If this bomb really accidentally explodes, let alone me, even these destroyers and frigates will turn into dust in an instant. ”

Hearing Vermaelen's words, the sailors fell silent, and some of them prayed with crosses on their chests, "God forbid, don't explode this thing." ”

In fact, Vermaelen was also very skeptical about the power of this kingfish bomb, and the data Albert gave him was the scope of the bomb's explosion, that is, the effective killing area was about 100 square kilometers, and the effective killing radius was 5.01 square kilometers. In other words, Vermaelen's fleet had to drive at least 150 square kilometers away to avoid being affected by the Kingfish bomb.

The small assault boat carrying the kingfish bomb was lowered, and then five people landed on the dinghy in life jackets, and at this time every sailor with a sacred mission felt his blood boiling, even if the icy sea water was poured on his face. The assault boat moved and headed for the reef.

Vermaelen saw that the sailor he had just been talking to was shaking with his legs, and he patted the young man on the shoulder and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Sir, my name is Kirstetin, and they all call me 'nerd'." Seeing that the commander was talking to him, the sailor named Kistettin's nervousness relaxed a lot.

"Relax kid, we're just sending a bomb to the island to detonate it, not letting you defuse it, it's going to be fine." Vermaelen was relieved.

The young man nicknamed Nerd nodded, he glanced at the bomb and asked Vermaelen worriedly, "Sir, is it really not going to explode?" ”

Vermaelen laughed and said, "Of course not, I swear in God's name." ”

Soon the dinghy was on the beach of the island, and the soldiers of the ten special air service companies were already on standby, and Vermaelen and the sailors jumped out of the dinghy and beckoned the soldiers to drag the kingfish bomb to the beach.

"In the Special Air Service Company, Brighton Wönitz, the leader of the fifth squad, reported to the commander that everything was ready, the steel frame was placed, and it was time for the commander's instructions."

Vermaelen nodded, satisfied with the efficiency of the special forces, and he also gave the task in the briefest words, "Act immediately." ”

"Yes." The captain of the special air service company did not talk nonsense, and directly rolled up his sleeves and started working. Because the nuclear explosion was carried out in secret, there was no preparation for any heavy cranes or anything like that, and more than a dozen people simply relied on manpower to place this kingfish bomb on a fixed steel frame.

"One, two, three, up." Velmaelen went into battle shirtless, directing a group of soldiers to lift the bomb onto the steel frame.

The monsoon wind mixed with the fishy smell of the sea water came to their nostrils, and everyone was sweating profusely, and when the bombs were planted, a thin layer of salt frost formed on the vests of the sailors.

"Alright, guys, mission done, let's go." Vermaelen carefully checked the detonating device on one of the warheads and made sure that it was correct before jumping on the ship with the others and leaving. Looking at the island that was gradually moving away, Vermaelen had mixed feelings. This kind of mission is destined to succeed and not fail, so the more critical people are, the more cranky they will become, in case the detonation fails, in case it is a dud. Vermaelen shook his head, putting all these fears aside.

Back on board, Vermaelen ordered all the fleets to leave the sea at full speed, and no one was apprehensive, both eager to see the bomb explode and fearing that the legendary superbomb would reach the ship. With this contradictory and complicated emotions, the fleet finally drove out of the danger zone.

Vermaelen took out a suitcase from the heavily guarded bilge, a detonator that symbolized Belgium's highest secret, and Vermaelen flipped the box switch with both hands, and with a small click, the box was opened. A complex detonator is presented to him, which Albert has made from the Holy Grail, and because there are no human characters on the screen, Albert only knows that the red button is the "Doomsday Switch". Nothing else is known.

He put his hand on the red button and took a deep breath.

"Are you ready?" Koschel asked with the same apprehension. Honestly, whoever does this kind of thing for the first time won't be nervous.

"Everything is in place." Vermaelen felt as if Koschel hadn't heard him, so he repeated his own words, "Everything is ready." ”

"Let's get started." Koschel's nervous palms were all sweaty.

Vermaelen gently pressed the red button, and the switch, which would have required a paltry pound of pressure, weighed like a thousand pounds. At that moment he felt that the whole world had become quiet, and the silence was absorbed by the sponge for all sounds. Then a golden dazzling light came from the direction of the island, and everyone subconsciously blocked their eyes, for fear of being blinded by this light.

The brilliant light that shone in the sky made the sun, moon and stars instantly lose color, and this scene can only be described as a miracle. The seawater at the center of the explosion was rapidly evaporated, forming a circular mist around the center of the explosion.

Then a giant mushroom-like cloud rolled up, and the originally gloomy sky turned into day under the mushroom cloud and the blinding light, illuminating the dark and cold waters. There are also some small explosions in the mushroom cloud that are constantly tumbling, and the speed is constantly increasing upwards, all the way up to the stratosphere.

Then there was a wave on the calm sea, at first only faint as if a mosquito was buzzing in the ears, and then intensified, as if the whole sea had become boiling water, and the huge waves swept by, and the destroyers of the fleet were blown left and right by this shock wave.

"Steady!" Vermaelen tightened to the railing, and the salty waters fell from the sky like a pouring rain. The crew members who did not stand firm all staggered and fell on the deck in disarray. This was the first time he had seen the power of nuclear weapons up close, and he finally realized how terrible the two atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki were.

The Leopold III was finally stabilized, and the other small frigates were not so lucky, and were directly swept away by the waves, and the original neat formation was all disrupted.

"My God, that's a terrible weapon." Koschel struggled to get up from the deck, which had knocked him hard.

"The explosion was successful!"

At first everyone was dazed, but the first relieved sailor cheered, followed by the second, then the third, and then the entire crew of the Leopold III cheered, cheering at the huge mushroom cloud with a yellow halo, and some of them even stood in the direction of the mushroom cloud with their cameras to take pictures. The crew of the other frigates also cheered loudly.

Although the two old men Vermaelen and Coschel were very happy, they were not as excited and fanatical as this group of young men, Vermaelen just laughed and said happily, "Not only the United States, but we also have nuclear weapons in Belgium, now let's see which country in Europe dares to underestimate us." ”

With a click, a sailor with a camera brought a group photo of everyone, and the photo of a group of cheering sailors cheering towards the mushroom cloud is destined to be recorded in the archives of history.