Don't put all your eggs in one basket, this is a simple truth that everyone understands, and this is true for individuals, and countries also adopt the practice of sharing insurance in the face of risks, and the elf camp is no exception.

When planning the overall strategy, the general direction of Yalfheim was to try to reduce the number of opponents, but the elves never expected outsiders to win the war of national independence. National pride is one thing, and those allies are really not reassuring masters. Albion with his-stirring nature, Castile like scrapwood, Seres who bets on both sides of the wall, and the United Duchy of Rus' that only enters and can't go out like Pixiu - betting on the fortunes of the country on these living treasures is simply a joke with his life.

Today's state of affairs also confirms this judgment. Albion, who had lost the right to control the sea, wrote three letters a day urging the consortium to fulfill its contract and raise troops, and the whole text was written in addition to daily greetings, that is, once the army was raised, there would be the help of the king of Albion, and in a few days they would be able to drink the Massena River and join forces in the victory of Lüdes...... Whatever it is, just send it as soon as possible; Ross is more honest, and bluntly says that there is no money, no people, and the domestic political situation is unstable, so it is not suitable to work on an expedition. However, if you have enough vodka or medical alcohol, you can send a volunteer army of several thousand people to help, and you will be paid and armed.

The elves sighed "as it was" and "rely on everyone to go, it is best to rely on themselves", and at the same time, according to the plan drawn up earlier, they began to work on the "final solution" of Charlemagne's expeditionary force.

That's right, it's the "final solution". From the very beginning, the Wehrmacht did not regard Charlemagne's expeditionary force as an opponent of the same level, and in the eyes of others, the elite soldiers were nothing more than silent lambs driven into the "shower room".

The answer to the question that bothered Roland, Valrhona and others was simple and crude: kill him directly.

The Defence Forces have always had an almost irrational preference for weapons of mass destruction. Chemical weapons, biological weapons, and Gustav equipment are all the result of a persistent quest for "destructive power." The funeral for Charlemagne's expeditionary force is the ultimate killing weapon that has been hidden in the snow at the base in the far north - the long-distance electromagnetic wave irradiation weapon "Nibelungen".

Far North, Spitz Bergen Islands, Cheyenne Meteorological Observation Base.

In the control room, which is 1.6 kilometers above the ground, each of the correspondents looks at their terminal interface, and no one looks up. The entire staff was busy calculating the tracks. Since the target is not stationary, coupled with the ballistic deviation caused by the planet's autobiography. This results in a very large amount of computation. Every employee has already done their best to focus on the task at hand, and there is no time to pay attention to anything else.

Technical Major General Werner Heisenberg, who was sitting in the main control seat, took a deep breath and continued to tense for 12 hours, both mentally and physically, and was already visibly fatigued. But at this juncture, he didn't dare to go down to rest, the "system" had entered the final stage, and any slight mistake could cause a catastrophe. What's more, the base camp and the consuls are staring at here, how dare he go down to rest.

"Activate the voltage to confirm and dispel the illusion!"

The operator's dry voice spreads with the current. Directly above the base - through solid rock walls, snow, blizzards, clouds, 40,000 meters above the ground, the air swayed, and the huge saucer-shaped object lost its camouflage and revealed its hideous appearance.

Long-distance electromagnetic wave irradiation weapon "Nibelungen".

The principle is similar to that of radar, which emits electromagnetic waves to irradiate long-distance targets, so it has a similar appearance. However, the Nibelungen is much larger than conventional radars, and its output power is even more heavenly.

The diameter of the saucer-shaped parabola is 8.5 km. The surface is covered with an array of electromagnetic wave generators, which can be emitted by adjusting the focus. The maximum peak output can reach 924 billion kilowatts, which can evaporate 120,000 tons of iron in one second.

This performance parameter alone is already terrifying, and even more terrifying is where the Nibelungen is located.

Forty kilometers above the ground is close to the edge of the stratosphere, and there is no means for other camps to climb to this height, and this high-altitude hell where Mana is as thin as air cannot be reached by long-range large-scale magic.

height in addition to being a part of the defense. It also provides an excellent shooting range for the Nibelungen, coupled with the proximity to the pole, when shooting from high latitudes to low latitude targets, with the rotation of the planet from west to east with an average angular velocity of 4.167×10^-3 degrees per second, it can sweep through an area of tens of kilometers wide for 1 second.

No doubt. It was the largest weapon of destruction ever created, and despite its high cost and inability to fire continuously, it was in fact a disposable weapon that could only be used up. But it was enough to serve as a funeral for Charlemagne's expeditionary force and for the defense of Alfheim.

"Countdown to 10 minutes!"

Heisenberg's near-pitched roar echoed through the hall, echoing the sound of terror, exhilaration, or guilt, and the saucer-shaped pedestal grew brighter and brighter, looking from afar like a smooth silver platter.

It was the light of Mana that bloomed after tens of thousands of large celestial crystals were activated, the top of the firmament where the power of magic was thin to zero, interwoven and superimposed by countless complex geometric circuits, and combined into a strange light, overlooking the scenery at the bottom of the gravity well, the beauty of the distracting brilliance seemed to mock the many souls bound by gravity, and it became brighter and brighter.

"The activation of the resonance circuit D7 to D21 was abnormal, and the inhibition surgery was put into operation. ”

"Inhibition of surgical input, abnormality disappears. ”

"The second insurance is launched. ”

"The 'system' confirms that it resonates well. ”

"Linkage azimuth disk, start. ”

"The excitation device is in its final stages. ”

The controller continued to broadcast the sounds, the brilliance increasing in intensity, and a merciless announcement stopped all voices.

"It was confirmed that the 'Cliff Castle' sent a password signal for the final release of the security device, and the 'system' was about to reach the critical point, and the thirty seconds before the launch were counted, and all personnel were ready for protection. Repeat, the last twenty seconds ......"

Five, four, three, two-

The number of the display zeroed in, and the Nibelungen burst into a bright light that made people think that the gods had created the world.

Tens of thousands of surgical arrays release not visible light, but invisible electromagnetic waves, microwaves, after the surgical array is excited, high-power microwaves are invisible to Huawei's energy torrent. Rushing thousands of kilometers away at the speed of light, the unnatural voids that appear in the landscape in an instant can only justify the scratches it passes when it touches clouds and birds along the way.

Thousands of kilometers were conquered in an instant, and the Nibelungen had an offset of less than 1 degree due to the recoil force at launch, and the electromagnetic beam with a diameter of 8.5 kilometers at the time of launch had turned into a fan-shaped electromagnetic radiation belt of more than 10 kilometers long when it reached the target. Everything on the ray is swallowed up by a torrent of energy. These include birds, animals, flowers and trees, as well as 120,000 Charlemagne's Expeditionary Officers.

Since the "Night of the Long Knife", he has secretly moved to his own country, wandering the roads of Lapland without defense. Without even realizing the abnormal gap, he bathed in the microwave.

The molecules that make up the human body are activated instantly, the water molecules have been carbonized together with other substances before they have time to vaporize, the military uniform and the human body collapse like sand sculptures, and the guns and ammunition have been detonated. The ground melted into dark red lava, and the air expanded rapidly due to the electroplasmization, exploding like an atomic bomb. Huge mushroom-like clouds rose from the ground, and the storm blew everywhere the dust that had once been the human body.

What was once an invincible army is now nothing but dust that is not even mutilated.

The avenue that was full of people a second ago is now devoid of the sound of living beings, as if it refuses to exist in hell.

Only the soaring mushroom clouds and the nearly twenty-kilometer-long river of lava silently state what happened in Shicai.

"Ni...... The Nibelungen is irradiated at 40% of the maximum output, confirming the target destruction!"

The stiff voice of the intelligence controller was heard, and the control room was still dumbfounded.

Not only in the underground of Spitzbergen, but also in the cliff castle there is a breathtaking tranquility. I could only listen to the controller's announcement in silence.

In the face of that devastating force, there is nothing but surprise. There is only surrender, only silence.

Bang Bang Bang -

The elegant applause broke the dead silence, and the generals who came back to their senses showed surprised smiles one after another, and the applause sounded like waves.

-- As long as we have such power, we will surely win.

From this day on, we elves will open up a new era of history. Write a brilliant first page.

Countless praises and prayers fluttered in applause.

the light of creation in the eyes of the elves;

the light of the end in the mouth of man;

Opened the door to the flesh-and-blood war.

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Due to the distance and means of communication, the news of the total destruction of the expeditionary force on the Eastern Front was not known to the Charlemagne, but for all Charlemagne, the 7th of the Flower Moon was still a dark and tragic day.

“...... We express our great indignation at the unauthorized crossing of the border by Charlemagne's troops, which is a highly unfriendly action. The Dominions and the Customs Union reserve the right to react further, and we are gravely concerned about the recent series of unrest in Charlemagne, and we advise the authorities to pull back from the precipice......"

The announcer's righteous voice echoed over Charlemagne, and the pedestrians on the road bowed their heads, their faces hidden in the shadows full of unhappiness and gloom.

And rightfully so.

The spokesman chosen by Alfheim will follow a correct line, and will not engage in any kind of cuteness and corruption, nor will he be as sonorous and powerful as Li Chunji's grandmother of a certain cosmic power station. But those well-targeted lines will still make Charlemagne angry.

Not to mention, the picture that is broadcast together with the broadcast.

Major Hans-Georg Rüdel wiped the soup from the aluminium lunch box with the last piece of broken bread and threw it to his pet, a crow crouched on the barrel of a cannon. The uninvited bird, who had come seven days ago, seemed to have used the barrels of its chariots as a great place to play, and could not get rid of them. There are also veteran sergeants who say that this is the big black bird that has the same "neck disease" as the commanders, as evidenced by the fact that crows are often seen holding the battalion commander's Iron Cross of the Second Degree, jumping around on the barrel of the gun to the beat of "Lily Marlene". In the eyes of the charioteers, this is a good omen, a symbol that everyone wants to receive a medal, so this mischievous bag became the pet and lucky charm of the 501st Heavy Armored Battalion, and got an army food stamp.

The 501st Heavy Armored Battalion of the Defence Army was assembled in Erfurt six months ago, and its backbone is two separate heavy armored companies - the 501st and 502nd Heavy Armored Companies, plus personnel provided by the 1st Armored Supplementary Battalion and the Armored Artillery School stationed there, which has three companies, each with four platoons and four Tigers each. The company headquarters has 2 Tiger tanks, a total of 14 vehicles in the whole company, a total of 42 vehicles in the three companies, and 3 vehicles under the direct jurisdiction of the battalion headquarters, a total of 45 Tiger tanks.

Different from ordinary armored units, the independent heavy armored battalion of the defense force is normally a direct unit of the army group, playing the role of the vanguard in the offensive and the "fire brigade" in the defense, in other words, the elite unit.

And as if to illustrate how good this unit is, the camera turns to the rear of the Tiger tank.

It used to be grass or bushes, or ordinary roads, but now it's just mud.

A large mud pit of red, white, pink, and blue, full of crushed human bodies and broken guns, with a golden fleur-de-lis banner pressed under a severed arm. The camera pans back to the tracks of the Tiger tank - that is also red.

In the distance, a neat and loud song wafted from afar, a team of heavily armed panzergrenadiers appeared in the field of vision on the "Infantry Battle Leopard", and the high-morale pointy-eared soldiers looked happy, and the lyrics were so straightforward that they made people squirt rice echoed in the air.

Goodbye, darling (Louise), don't cry,

Not every bullet hits.

If every bullet really hits,

So where did the king go to find men to serve as soldiers?

A musket bullet can make a small hole,

And the cannon can make a big hole.

These bullets are all made of iron and lead,

And many of these bullets don't hit.

Our cannons have the largest caliber,

Elves are eternally loyal.

The Corsicans were the worst, they fled on the battlefield,

The Laplanders are a little better than they are.

King Charlemagne used hair oil as a military pay,

And we receive our salaries on time every week.

Lamb, Negro, Lightning & Sacrament of the Cross (Three Character Classic),

Who can get paid on time like our elves?!

......

The famous official Divine Comedy "Ode to Frederick the Great" was sung on the land of Charlemagne after changing its name, and it was indeed very joyful to cooperate with those high-spirited soldiers. But for Charlemagne, this will have no effect other than to pull hatred.

The screen switches again. Lieutenant Joachim Piper stood at the edge of the trench, his handsome face a little confused and fearless, and at his feet, a corpse wrapped in a military blanket was neatly stacked at the bottom of the trench, and the chaplain was praying his last prayers.

Compared to the paratroopers who gnaw raw with something to turn around, Stasi, who has the effect of stopping children's night cries, Panzergrenadiers do not have a particularly loud reputation. They are the assault troops that mainly attack the front, and they have no time or energy to engage in chicken feathers and duck blood, and they do not have the tradition of leaving a mouth alive and bleeding one by one if they are caught. It's just that sometimes in a hurry, the shot will be heavier, and over time, it is easy to develop the habit of killing the hand.

The routing infantry was pursued by such a group of armored stars, and the result was naturally that they could not die again.

Corpses, proud enemies, powerful weapons, and tough declarations are interspersed like mockery. No one can remain indifferent to this, and before you know it, every Charlemagne's heart begins to fill with an unspeakable depression.

The people who have been repeatedly indoctrinated with the idea of the supremacy of the state and Charlemagne's superiority are now turning into a volcano about to erupt, and the raging tide will push the country in unpredictable directions. (To be continued.) )