"Bomb lifting job is over!"

"The emptying of the bomb bodies began, and the units were evacuated in order. ”

"The final inspection of the loading mechanism has been completed, and it has been confirmed that there is no abnormality!"

The controller's announcements came one after another, and looking at the huge shells that were being moved by the entire row of crowbars to the loading mechanism in the interface, the feeling of regaining control of the situation made the staff officers feel a lot more relieved, and their shoulders that had been tense unconsciously relaxed.

When it was attacked by an electromagnetic pulse before, the command was almost on the verge of a collective self-determination. This is no joke, taking over the management of the Iserlohn Fort seems to be infinitely beautiful, but the pressure behind it is unimaginable to outsiders. Thinking about the resources and time invested in the construction of the fort, and the large number of competitors who coveted this position, and then considering the public opinion atmosphere in the country, if the fort is severely damaged or destroyed, the fate of those directly responsible must be very interesting. If you are lucky, you may be sentenced to be shot and end your life with dignity, or if you are stripped of your rank and forced to retire, the current social climate in Yalfheim can predict a miserable rest of your life accompanied by spitting and humiliation. A shot in the mouth seems like a better option than this long sentence, which is worse than death.

In the end, the situation did not deteriorate further, and the "Thor's hammer" was fine, the only thing that was more troublesome was that the shell was stuck (the bomb delivery mechanism activated the emergency braking mechanism because of the sudden power failure, the shell was hung on the bomb chain and stopped in the channel, the surface of the shell was smooth, and it weighed nearly 5 tons, and it was purely suicidal to want to use a rope to hang the shell up). Finally, the shells were removed little by little with an emergency manual device (similar to a hydraulic jack, slowly towing the ammunition chain) and sent to the loading platform. At the same time, the whole launch system is gradually recovering, and although long-range shelling is not yet possible, as long as the eye-catching Charlemagne in front of him is cleaned up, there is a lot of time to rehaul. When the "Mjolnir" is fully restored, Charlemagne can only obediently obey under the deterrence of super cannons, and this long war can be temporarily over.

Although there were many unsatisfactory points in the whole battle, as long as the final victory was achieved, the punishment could be somewhat mitigated - thinking of this, Lieutenant General Kemp, who had always been highly nervous, breathed a sigh of relief, and the relaxed reaction of the staff officers was not difficult to understand.

Just use this final blow to get the win.

"Reloaded. ”

As the bolt closed, the sonorous sound of the gunner's chief sounded, the electric bell rang through the battery, and the gunners wearing full chemical protective suits lined up to leave the cannon, and the hydraulic pitching mechanism adjusted the angle of the huge cylinder little by little.

"Bearing +15, 12 o'clock!"

"The angle of fire is 63 degrees, corrected to -0.8 degrees!"

"Pitch complete! Pitch mechanism locked!"

"Lockup complete!!"

"All members of the artillery squad are avoided!"

"The transmission line has been inspected, and there is no abnormality!"

"Induction coil set, no abnormality!"

"Power input, no abnormality!"

"Artillery squad evasion completed!"

"Launch Ready Complete!!"

All the red cells in the interface have been turned to a symbol of normal functioning green, perhaps a psychological effect, and the scene that has long been commonplace is inexplicably dyed with a layer of divine color in Kemp's eyes.

As soon as he gives the command to "open fire" (Feuer) and disarm the last line of safety, the 4.8-ton anti-gravity decomposition shell will be launched, and a bright future will be in his hands.

"Hair ......"

Dantian exerted his strength, and the order worthy of the upcoming historic moment was not given in the end.

Some kind of "mutation" that is faster than sound, faster than thinking, has brought the fate of Camp and the entire Iserlohn battery to the end of the disordered collapse.

First, there was a tremor, a shaking equivalent to a magnitude 3 earthquake, coming from under his feet, and before he could understand what was happening, darkness engulfed the entire underground.

"What's going on!"

"Is it a short circuit in the line that caused the trip?"

"How's Thor's Hammer?!"

"Start the backup power immediately, move fast!!"

Chaos and darkness swept through the entire underground space in an instant, and the power grid with three layers of management protection was instantly paralyzed, not only the lighting system, but also the control system terminals were completely destroyed - the abnormal situation that the electromagnetic pulse attack failed to achieve caused the entire battery to fall into chaos and panic, and by the time the red light for emergency lighting restored the underground space to the point of barely visible, several minutes had passed. During this period, as many as 37 casualties were caused by stampedes and accidental hits, which can only be compared to what has happened and what will happen next.

"There was an unexplained explosion at the substation! Now we are making every effort to organize a fire extinguishing!"

"This is the F-11 passage, intruder spotted! There is an exchange of fire, please send reinforcements immediately!"

"This is the damage management class, the fire in the substation is out of control, the ventilation system is not working, the smoke is spreading to other blocks, please close the passage immediately! Otherwise, the entire underground block will be suffocated!!"

"This is a medical class, visibility is almost zero! There is at least one platoon for carbon monoxide poisoning, please open the green channel immediately......"

The operators breathed in the increasingly turbid air while recording the information in their notebooks and began to organize it, while the staff officers on the side turned on flashlights and lay on a pile of drawings in circles, and the sweat on their foreheads rained down on the drawings of the underground tunnels of the fort.

Compared with his subordinates, who were so busy hitting the back of the head with their feet, Lieutenant General Kemp, who was sitting in the commander's seat, seemed very calm, even too calm, and a sad aura that bordered on decadence wafted from the once high-spirited commander.

- It's over.

There was no need for further reporting and analysis, the moment he heard the report of the substation explosion, Lieutenant General Kemp had already realized this, and the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he was powerless.

Without electricity, the "Thor's Hammer" is no different from death, and in the underground space filled with smoke and fire, there is no possibility of repairing and restoring the thousands of inverters. This invincible fortress, a superweapon that once looked at the world and was within reach of victory, can now only watch as the opponent with only one breath left can make up for it.

Why is this so?

Is it too slack? Is it a lack of talent? Is it because the strength and vision are too narrow to foresee the risks more clearly?

Chewing on the taste of defeat, the scenes that have happened so far flashed in front of Kemp's eyes, repeatedly recalling and reviewing his mistakes, and finally, Kemp's heart no longer ripples, got rid of shame and narrow-mindedness, and calmly accepted defeat.

As a defeated soldier, as the commander of the battery, he has one last mission.

The fist that had been clenched tightly loosened, and the commander of the battery, who had stood up and left the table, straightened his hat and walked to the microphone.

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"All retreat!

"The fire in Area F is out of control, the passage is about to be closed, and all personnel immediately avoid it!"

"The underground maglev train is no longer usable, and the troops immediately evacuate to the ground!"

"Retreating troops keep order, the wounded and paramedics take precedence!!"

"After retreating to the surface, the evacuation will be commanded by the 2nd Cruiser Detachment!"

Hoarse roars overflowed from the microphone, roars, roars, wails, and curses echoed through the blood-red passages, with the occasional dying spasmodic explosion or two joining the Iserlohn Battery's curtain call.

The battery is finished. Even before the retreat order was given, the spider had already determined this.

Speaking of which, the defense forces have also done a lot of fire and explosion prevention measures in the substation, not only equipped with fire brigades and equipment, thermal induction, smoke alarms and automatic spraying of insulated fire extinguishing foam showers, but in the explosion just now, none of the above measures and the garrison personnel played a role, and turned into ashes together with the substation.

It can be said that it is the result of taking it for granted.

No matter how careful the measures are and how well staffed they are, the underground sealed structures have no innate resistance to the gas explosion, and on the contrary, they will increase the power of the explosion, and in that kind of "stuffy explosion", no living creature or equipment can survive.

At this point, people must wonder: How is it possible for a gas explosion? How could so many guards and alarms not be aware of the gas? Are they all asleep?

The guards are all in good condition, and the alarms and sensors are all in good working order. Spider and the infiltration team she commanded would not have been able to disarm such elaborate security measures without noticing, hauling in a pile of gas or some other explosives to set off fireworks, all the while making sure they wouldn't get caught up.

There was really no gas in the substation, and no harmful gases were produced even until the moment of the explosion.

But there is water in the substation.

It is impossible for thousands of inverters placed underground to be cooled only by air cooling, and the use of groundwater for cooling is an inevitable measure, that is, laying a large number of pipelines to circulate groundwater, and channeling the heat of the inverter into it to diffuse - this is the same reason that the early supercomputers on the earth must have been built around rivers, lakes and seas.

Water doesn't burn and doesn't explode, but hydrogen and oxygen, which make up water, are flammable and explosive, and when mixed together, the power of the explosion is terrifying.

All the spider had to do was throw the Celestial Crystal into the reservoir with the set activation time and lightning strike strength, then move as far away from the blast as possible, and bring the blast door with it.

When the Celestial Crystal initiates the lightning strike technique, a large amount of water will be electrolyzed and reduced into hydrogen and oxygen, and under the action of the underground passage wind, the hydro-oxygen mixture will quickly fill the substation, and the sensors that detect harmful gases or the elves' sense of smell will not be able to detect the colorless and odorless hydrogen-oxygen mixture. When the mixture is raised to a sufficient concentration, the second procedure contained in the Celestial Crystal will be activated.

At this time, most of the mana in the heavenly crystal was converted into electric current for electrolyzing water, and it was impossible for the remaining stock to release any large-scale techniques. In fact, that technique is indeed a very basic thunderbolt technique, not to mention splitting people into charcoal, and it can't even paralyze people.

The lightning strike technique only unleashed a bolt of lightning thinner than a little finger, barely piercing the surface of the water, and a spark of electricity bloomed in the air.

Hell is here.

In the first second, several flames unfolded in the air, and in the next instant, the hydrogen and oxygen mixture in the filled substation was detonated, and the high-temperature flames and shock waves engulfed everything within reach, and the howling wind and flames filled the entire space where it was. Machinery, flesh, oxygen—burned in an instant, blown to pieces, carried by the storm and carried forward by the wind.

The above hell is just the beginning, and if anyone is lucky enough to survive such an explosion, he will regret why he didn't die easily in the explosion just now. When the hydroxide mixture is detonated, the oxygen in the air is completely burned out, and the space is filled with carbon monoxide and high-temperature smoke. Suffocation, carbon monoxide poisoning, inhalation of hot smoke and burning the lungs, all of which are slower and more painful to die than death in an explosion, and at the same time more certainly to kill people. The subsequent spread of the fire will also cut off all possibility of damage control.

There was no more definite destruction than this, and at the moment of detonation, the Iserlohn battery was declared dead.

The next step is to try to evacuate safely. Speaking of which, this should have been as difficult as infiltration, but with a humanoid dashcam like the Spider and the chaos in the turret, retreat became the easiest job, and the Spider even had time to think about something outside of the mission.

（...... This commander is quite humane. ）

Listening to the rock-like low, powerful voice in the microphone, the spider sighed.

Everyone wants to be a responsible officer, but not everyone who sits in the position of a chief will have a responsibility.

Regardless of the ability of the commander of this battery, give up precious escape time at this last moment, stay in the command center to collect broken information, and guide his subordinates to retreat in an orderly manner - this kind of upright and simple man is a rare species on Charlemagne's side. It may not be enough to be aggressive, but it is more than enough to keep it, and it is not a good thing to let him exit here now.

The commandos who followed the spider had similar feelings except for the last part.

The Navy has a custom of co-existence and death between captains and ships since ancient times, and whenever the sailors rush to jump into the sea to escape after the abandonment order is issued, the captains are busy finding ropes to fix themselves on the ship or lock themselves in the cabin and sleep at the bottom of the sea with their beloved warships.

The commander of the enemy army was clearly doing the same thing, and in the minds of the former marines, the enemy general at this moment was undoubtedly equated with those brave captains. For the victory over such a respectable opponent, they are both proud and a little embarrassed.

With their own feelings, the group ran rapidly, the light of the exit was close at hand, and the unique roar of the "Endeavour" and the fresh air poured into the ground.

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"Has everyone already withdrawn?"

Marshal Vauban took the bottle from his adjutant, and the red wine that had been intended to celebrate the victory of the battle was poured into the wine glass little by little, and wisps of rubble dust fell from the cracked ceiling, adding a bit of dilapidated and lonely air to the control room of the City of Condor with only a few people left.

"In accordance with your orders, the remaining floating ships have been evacuated. ”

The lieutenant carefully covered the glass with his left hand to prevent dust from falling into it.

"It's hard work, you can go. ”

Taking the glass, Vauban looked up at the few remaining opto-academic images, imprinting his eyes with the huge fort that seemed to be close at hand.

"Your Excellency......"

"Don't say anything like loyalty, I'm hopeless, and your oath is void against the dead. ”

The red wine slowly poured into the mouth, mixed with the blood, and flowed into the ground through the rib-revealing holes, seeping into the already stained red carpet.

The pale face was no longer open, and the energetic eyes were fixed on the once majestic cannon as if staring at a lover, and the old man raised his hand as if to comfort his subordinates, and his dying face bloomed with a satisfied smile.

"I fell in a face-to-face duel with a powerful enemy. I delivered the final blow to my enemies, and I saw the future of the kingdom...... Those young people who are full of energy, and now I am about to be reunited with my children. As a veteran, this is the ideal curtain call. You're different, you're still very early from this kind of time, don't come to grab the curtain call scene with me, an old man. ”

The speechless subordinates were silent for a while, then bowed politely and exited the command room.

Fifteen minutes later, the City of Condor fell on the head of the Iserlohn Battery, and at the same time, Lieutenant General Camp activated the self-destruct device, and in the amazement and panic of countless people, the anti-gravity decomposition explosion crushed each other to the point of engulfing and disintegrating the two fortresses into shape, returning to nothingness along with dreams and ambitions.

During the campaign, Charlemagne's army suffered 61,819 casualties, including 8,170 killed, 17,785 missing, and 35,864 wounded, while the Alfheim Defense Army suffered 6,423 casualties, including 2,114 killed, 3,771 wounded, and 538 missing.

Neither of the supreme commanders of the forts on either side was among the survivors.

The longest and most tragic day since the beginning of the war is over, but the day of the end of the war has not yet come.