The people of the countries of the South Asian subcontinent under the blood tide have been crumbling in front of the abyss and hell, and the nuclear bomb that should have been the savior has become the hand of the demon that has completely withdrawn them from the abyss of hell, and the fate is so tragic and impermanent.

The sky has no eyes. Thirty years later, Lao Zhang, who had escaped two disasters in a row, the blood tide and the nuclear bomb, still muttered this sentence in his mouth.

Although he escaped with his life, his body was only disfigured, and his hands and feet were still there, but his family, relatives and friends could never appear again.

On this day, looking at the sunset and the brilliant red glow as it used to be, Lao Zhang couldn't help but think of the scene thirty years ago that is still nightmares.

"The house collapsed in the flying of bricks and beams. About 20 kilometres from the epicentre of the explosion, most of the houses had collapsed and razed as if they were made of light cardboard. Those who were in the house almost all died on the spot, and even if someone was spared by some miracle, they would have been immediately surrounded by flames.

The few who struggle to escape from the fire and reach peace generally do not survive for ten days. And before they die, these people often shed a lot of skin, and their flesh and blood are blurred, and the indescribable misery and pain make people feel that they might as well die at that time......"

What's more, even the rivers, lakes and even the vast sea became boiling in the heat of the nuclear explosion, and millions of tons of liquid were evaporated to vaporization by the high temperature in an instant, and the swimming fish in the sea also suffered together, and they were roasted and even scorched in an instant, and rolled in the wind in the flames and heat waves...... The seawater is an incompressible liquid, and the explosion can only transmit energy to the surrounding seawater, thus forming a gray wave around the seaside city and so on!

Moreover, the rolling waves contain large amounts of pathogenic and lethal radioactive material, leaving a horrific death contact on everything that comes into contact.

The nuclear bomb can't be stopped, the Wuman Islands, one of the places where the Wu people live, maybe it seems that the dissatisfaction with the Wu people for thousands of years, or the news of the resurrection of the general is related to the sacrifice of the Wu people, when the news of Huaguo's nuclear bomb to the Wuman Islands came, Gu Jianping was very surprised, he could not estimate the meaning of those people in the military department, the general has not been locked up in the prison of Longhu Street in the capital, what is the resurrection, Gu Jianping is very puzzled.

No matter how Gu Jianping guessed, at this moment, the Wuman Islands and the thousands of creatures on it were considered to have suffered this catastrophe, and thousands of islanders and tourists just walked out of the house and the mountains and forests inexplicably, and then looked at the artificial sun rising on the sea in the distance in amazement...... Then, there was a scorching wave of air from the north, violently washing over people and buildings on the ground—the hot wind was as strong as a typhoon, lifting countless leaves and wooden roofs, making it impossible for most people to stand at all, so that they could only lie on the ground and listen in horror to the crazy howl of the air currents in their ears. And the Martian particles mixed with the hot wind made the dense jungle of the Wuman Islands burn brightly.

However, before the fire really spreads, people have to be greeted by a baptism of majestic seawater: a monstrous wave set off by the shock wave of a nuclear explosion, which is more than ten meters high. From north to south, it swept across the entire Witchman Islands.

The explosion transmits energy to the surrounding seawater. Like a sledgehammer, it struck at any obstacle in front of it: the fragile and thin primitive breakwaters were washed away or submerged in an instant, and the warships and merchant ships of other countries anchored in the ports of the Witchman Islands were washed aground on the beachhead and even smashed into the mountain wall.

Those who were unfortunate enough to stay in the direction of the frontal impact of the explosion could only hug the trees and pillars in the hot wind that scorched their skin, muttering prayers to the gods and Buddhas in their mouths, while watching the mountain-like waves rush towards the shore. There was nowhere to hide, and it felt like the end of the world was coming.

The islands trembled in the shock, and the sea boiled in flames. Thousands of living beings endure the torment of the two heavens of ice and fire in the great waves and hot winds, and the dazzling light and thunderous sound make people involuntarily recall the description of the abyss of hell.

Yes, that's the horror of hell. Finally, when the world temporarily returned to peace, the people who were lucky enough to escape came out of the ruins. Come to an open place with a wide view. Then he stared up at the mushroom cloud that stood proudly between heaven and earth—colorful flames and smoke rolled in the cloud, and countless flashes of radioactive dust flew into the sky, obscuring the entire night sky, making people feel as if they were staying next to a smoky coal-fired boiler, or like being in a glittering jewelry store.

All this is changing so fast that most people's thinking cannot keep up with the catastrophe, some people are crazy and screaming and running around, some people are stunned and their thinking is blank, and some people are thinking in a blank space. Kneel and pray to the gods for solace in the soul. Many others were so excited that they couldn't describe the magnificence of what they saw.

But the vast majority of islanders and tourists don't have much time to be stunned, because the rapidly rising temperature, the brighter and brighter fire, and the smell of smoke that permeate the nose soon pull them back from the gorgeous scene in the distance to the cruel reality around them - the fire broke out!

Illuminated by a mushroom cloud as bright as a super-lighthouse, the scorching foehn wind with red embers spread along the jungle trail and soon burned uncontrollably. The few modern electric water facilities have long since been destroyed by the blast, collapsed houses have blocked fireboat access and been fueled by strong, dry, hot winds that have turned thousands of sparks into fires.

All of a sudden, adults and children alike were running for their lives, rushing around like rats. They were so panicked that they didn't know what to do, they only knew that they were rushing around, and they didn't know that the clothes they had rescued in their hands were burning. Smoke and flames chased after them like living creatures, knocking them to the ground and dying in hundreds, if not thousands. Many huddled into monasteries and buildings for shelter, only to be reduced to ashes in the suffocating heat, while others panicked and jumped into roadside ponds or pools. As a result, the water was quickly boiled, and the people in the water became boiled human meat dumplings.

The merchant ships and fleets of various countries near the Wuman Islands, in addition to seeing the mushroom cloud in the distance that had not yet dissipated, immediately understood what was happening, a nuclear bomb, a catastrophe befell the beautiful tourist resort of Wuman Islands.

The scorching wind was filled with the disgusting smell of burning human flesh, and the flames burned as hot as the sun. Plumes of smoke swept into the air, and the entire archipelago was lit up in orange by fire, and white mushroom clouds were set against each other, fueled by thousands of living beings and countless natural resources, showing a brutal beauty.