As the aftershocks hummed, an overwhelming amount of information rushed into the computing center. When Liu Chengxian, Zhuang Yan, and Li Xinmin got up in embarrassment, racing against time to try to run the Iron Curtain to defend the base, countless orders, parameters, feedback, and messages were frantically scrolling above the big screen, making people dazzled. Countless hoarse voices are scrambling to report the Red Alert:

"The Privy Council of State instructed to destroy space-based particle weapons by any means and declare preparations for war!"

"The theater missile defense system locks on to low-orbit coordinates! Satellite annihilation missile into orbit! ”

"Detect the radiation reaction of the enemy Pacific Fleet, Ticonderoga-class cruisers launch cruise missiles!"

For a time, the computer center was full of people, noisier than the vegetable market, electronic prompts, aftershocks, and sharp sirens, all of which were all fighting together, melting into a noisy and noisy piece, and only hoarseness could be communicated.

Wei Xu's face did not change, filtered out useless information, and asked with a frown like a great enemy: "Activate the satellite annihilation plan, where is the nearest offensive military satellite?" ”

"Xiaoyao 2, destroy the target one hour and two minutes after the orbit change!"

It's too late.

"Take over communication satellites, calculate rates, change orbits and impact particle weapons." Wei Xu didn't think about it, and he spoke faster than a tongue twister. After a pause, he suddenly filled in a sentence: "Fury Phoenix battle preparation!" ”

Zhuang Yan was busy, and when he vaguely heard this order, he chuckled in his heart, and his expression stiffened.

No matter how meticulous the republic's satellite annihilation plan is and how rich its technical reserves are, it is already far away from the water and it seems that it is too late.

The orbital particle cannon is like a meteor, grazing over our homeland, and perhaps its firepower will only cover the Great Northwest for a few hours. But it destroys the base buried underground, and it only takes a few minutes.

It is true that the satellite annihilation missile has lifted into the air, but it does not necessarily hit; The communication satellite has changed orbit, but it can also hit the air. And these precious minutes may be the last death of the Qifeng base. When the operation of the Iron Curtain reaches its limit, when the 22nd layer of armor is vaporized and penetrated, and it happens that the attack of the satellite annihilation missile fails, then the 1,200 personnel of the Qifeng base will usher in a Hiroshima-style hell.

No, worse than Hiroshima, this huge ant nest will become a veritable hell of flames, and the endless nuclear energy will melt the base into a pot of molten iron in a cellar, and everyone will blend with each other in molten steel magma, and finally cool down, impregnable.

All this only needs a single shot of high-energy particles, just a snap of the fingers of a cigarette with a bow of the head.

If you forget to think about the worst-case scenario, you'll find that the war will end quickly before you can react.

The power system and core components of the Fury Phoenix have been repaired, and it can still reach a cruising speed of 6 kilometers per second under the urging of the fusion furnace, and has the ability to reach low-earth orbit in two minutes. It must fight, because we cannot surrender our destiny to heaven.

Can't afford to lose.

The only thing Zhuang Yan can do is to forcibly coordinate the scattered Iron Curtain Project to prevent the space-based particle weapon from vaporizing the last 22 layers of armor.

"The Furious Phoenix begins to refuel, and the pilot enters the cabin! Unlock the safety valve after thirty seconds! ”

The Iron Curtain must intercept the next particle beam bombardment, otherwise the Angry Phoenix will have little chance of taking off, and may be buried alive in an underground grave before it can leave the silos!

In the sound of the torrential rain, when the pillar of nuclear fire slowly shook and burst, on the rolling sky of thunderclouds, in the gloomy black bullet hole, suddenly a crystal blue light appeared, this blue light, in the clouds and rain in the miserable thunderstorm shines, like a bright meteor in a stormy night, not only beautiful and thrilling, but also slender and coherent, like a dark canvas with a blue highlighter to draw a straight line, dazzling, cutting through the sky.

In the computer center, sixteen pictures from different angles faithfully conveyed this scene, and the witnesses suddenly fell into the ice cellar, cold and stinging. Wei Xu clenched the railing even more distractedly, and screamed: "They have increased their power!" Oh, my God! ”

Wei Xu witnessed the first two attacks, and they were blue flashes that could be captured by the naked eye, like a blue sewing needle falling into the sky, disappearing in an instant. But for the first time, he saw a coherent and complete shot, and this straight and slender line of blue light actually connected the heavens and the earth, and this shocking absolute verticality was not only full of the beauty of physics, but also revealed one thing:

The power of this cannon is stronger than the previous two bombardments. Wei Xu was even sure that this was accurately calculated by the enemy. The other party determined that the first two rounds would penetrate the two-kilometer formation, so the third fire was launched at full power, destroying the Qifeng base in one fell swoop. It all took about a minute and twenty seconds.

Because after blasting through the formation, the Qifeng base and the two-kilometer-long formation tunnel form a closed structure, under the full power bombardment of the particle cannon, the armor that is vaporized by high temperature will produce unparalleled high pressure, which will then exacerbate the melting of the bottom armor into molten steel, and then the high temperature and high pressure formed by the nuclear fireball is like a thermobaric cannonball, enveloping the pervasive fire and magma bullet-like molten steel, and sweeping the entire Qifeng base with devastating and decaying.

In human terms, it is like throwing a lit firecracker into a test tube, and the Qifeng base is next to the bottom of the test tube. The destructive force of the shock wave in the closed tube structure is about 1,000 times that of the open detonation of Hiroshima.

Broken bones are not enough to describe the fate of the 1,200 men. If you have to collect the body, you have to use a spoon to collect the body.

Theoretically, the high-energy particle cannon bombarded the surface vertically at sub-light speeds, and when Wei Xu saw this blue light, he should have been dead.

But Wei Xu actually finished saying this.

Because the blue and cold high-energy particle beam has not yet had time to land, a layer of invisible and intangible magnetic field has already spread between heaven and earth.

No one could see the magnetic field, but in an instant, sixteen camera perspectives were spinning and dancing at the same time, and the image spun around as if it had been shot in a Disney spinning teacup. A second later, more than 400 unmanned floating sentry posts disintegrated at the same time, and all sixteen screens were reduced to snowflakes.

At this time, the screen turns into snowflakes, which makes people feel more violent impulses than the black and white TV, and they want to smash the screen.

But everyone is still alive, which can only prove one thing, the Iron Curtain was activated.

Wei Xu's face was red, his heart was beating like a collision, and he lost his temper hoarsely: "Connect the remaining electronic sentry posts!" ”

In an instant, the entire computer center suddenly changed from the noise of a vegetable market to a dead silence that could be heard when a pin dropped, and everyone stared intently at the big screen, losing their attention and forgetting to pay attention to the non-stop scrolling warning messages. Song Dan nervously wrung his hands and glanced at Zhuang Yan, who was working with his head down.

Only the Iron Curtain team, ignoring the outside world from beginning to end, their eyes glued to the screen and flying across the screen, ten lines at a glance; Ten fingers hanging on the keyboard running wildly and tapping, thrilling; Although they sat upright, sweat rolled from their cheekbones to their chins, and they still had no intention of wiping it.

The Iron Curtain is their brainchild, and every detail is like their vascular tendons, and they know it well. Only they can use the programming words to run the huge and roaring Iron Curtain Project.

No, the Iron Curtain is no longer a project, it's a spectacle, arguably the largest magnetic field complex ever built on Earth.

They don't even have time to communicate. Every error that jumped out, they had discussed, thought about it, stayed up late to catch up with work, and slept for it tastelessly. Now, they're doing things on instinct.

Liang Feifei is high, Wei Xu is proud, Wei Dongxian is golden and jade, but it is a group of dedicated code farmers who save everyone in a desperate situation.

When everyone was staring at the snowflake screen with fear, when Wei Xu gave an order like an ant in a hot pot, Song Dan couldn't intervene. She opened her mouth to look at Zhuang Yan, who was frowning and focused on work, and wanted to wipe the crumbling cold sweat on his brows for him, but he couldn't move as cold as a paraplegic.