Chapter 958: 14. The day to stop the missile (6)

The progress of science must be accompanied by sacrifice.
This is not to say, since the scientific pioneers who died in experimental accidents since ancient times can be described as vehicle fighting capacity, and fortunately not dying will also leave a personal exclusive mark in the history of scientific development. Like "The Thunder King. Franklin" flying a kite in thunderstorm weather, when he was a child, he experimented and burned the "electric glowing evil spirits. Edison" in the train carriage, and the explosives almost died. … And so on, people who are dedicated to the development of science are always emerging.
This was the case in the past, and it will be the same in the future. On the road to science, the heroes of the sages will illuminate the road to truth for the younger generation.
-Say so.
When really experiencing an extremely dangerous experiment, I am afraid that few people still have gorgeous words such as "great", "glory", and "pioneer" left in their minds. It is a common state of mind to be cautious and sincere.
Especially after the emergence of modern rockets, related accidents have emerged in an endless stream. In addition to the technicians, there were super men like Marshal Mitrovan Ivanovich Negerin who died in related accidents; the leaked fuel was dissolved in the driver’s seat and was driven by a German rocket fighter Pilots; test pilots from various countries who were crushed by various flying coffins and so on.
Despite not knowing the tragic case of another world, no one dared to take it lightly at this moment.
"Are you ready?"
Crouching behind a full-meter-thick concrete bunker, William Van Demons put down his goggles and shouted with an iron horn.
"All Team Alpha, all in place!"
"Team Beta, it's in place!"
"Charlie team, ready to complete!"
After receiving responses from each bunker in turn, confirming that all technicians and security personnel entered the bunker, Demons took a deep breath and closed the knife switch in his hand.
Puff, puff, puff, puff—
The sound of elegant insulation is spit out from the nozzle with intermittent strong winds, and the power of the built-in surgical array gradually increases. The kind of embarrassing sound gradually disappears. Instead, the sand and dust are dug along the trench beforehand. The fallen leaves roared high in the sky.
"5 seconds...10 seconds...15 seconds!"
Holding tightly on the safety helmet, Demons screamed for seconds, and the roar that was as loud as an explosive in the scream of the compressed jet of air could not even compare with the kitten's sob. The spindle, which was fixed to the steel bracket, was trembling constantly, which made people wonder whether the previously heavy-looking bracket could restrain the beasts above.
"50 seconds...55 seconds...time is up!"
At the end of the countdown, Demons decisively pulled off the switch blade of the closed switch, the storm quickly reduced, and the roar also lowered. Finally, after a few snoring, the Fi-103 with the warhead removed finally subsided.
After taking a breath, Demons took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The rejoicing expression was fleeting, and the harsh expression exclusive to the devil foreman returned to Master Dwarf's face.
"Remove it immediately and start the inspection. The second group is ready to start the test! At night, we are going to drive the night train and let the cafeteria prepare the meal directly!"
Not even howling and wheezing, the mechanics clenched their teeth and quickly entered the journey of attacking.
They all know that the remaining time is not sufficient.
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"Distance from a distance?"
Favna clutched a red and blue pencil in her hand, and had a sour cucumber-like expression on her face.
"That mentally retarded person will really find something for us."
"Don't say that, we originally planned to raid the Saint Die base."
Roland handed over the brewed coffee, and Favna threw her pencil on the map as if she had given up struggling, and took the coffee to start her luck. Roland and Minerva looked at each other and squeezed a helpless wry smile together.
As Roland said, they already had plans to raid the Saint Die base.
It can be said that the existence of this missile base has pinched nearly half of Charlemagne’s troops. The combat plan for a period of time revolved around how to break through the enemy’s defense line, destroy or force the enemy to abandon this missile base, so as to lift Fi-103. Threat. However, in front of the defense of the defense army with its iron walls, the Wang Family Army not only failed to advance, but also damaged many soldiers. So it can be said that it was natural, and some generals began to move their brains to "special operations." Make-up sneaks in, money buys in, airborne assaults, arson poisoning-in order to take out the Saint Die base, Charlemagne generals can be said to have drained their imagination.
Even so, no reliable plan has been introduced. In front of the cliff built by technical ability, any tricks and tricks are worthless. In addition to the despair of the military gangsters, they could only comfort themselves with the vast territory of Charlemagne. A few rockets were far from yielding to the kingdom. When the people became accustomed to numbness, these rockets lost their meaning.
Nowadays, the optimistic generals are slashed by reality. The tragedy of Lugdunum shows an extremely cruel reality: in front of the new rocket of the Defense Force with improved performance, Charlemagne has almost no depth, as long as it is a target within range, they can be destroyed anytime, anywhere -This includes the king capital Rudes.
The lazy nobles finally felt the sense of death's sharp knife against the throat, and various brain holes and whimsy were driven out and reviewed again under the drive of fear. It can be discussed whether or not those old routines have no new ideas, but the threats they have faced have been upgraded by several levels. When the rushed big men put forward the solution of "solving by the saint girl" by Prince Louis, they almost did not hesitate, and they passed the funny, sad, and ridiculous proposal on the spot.
It is a pity that if Charles the Great, who founded the Kingdom of Charlemagne, knew well, he knew that his gang of unscrupulous grandchildren pushed the fate of the country to a young girl.
"But beyond that, there is no better way. Prince Wang is right, but in this environment, there can be no peace talks."
Staring at the Yalfheim power circle on the map, Roland frowned slightly.
The ultimate goal of Yalfheim is not the political appeal of coexistence and independence. Their goal is to achieve a new order that dominates the world. They turn the clock back a thousand years ago in one breath and restrain the entire world with a stronger cage.
From the beginning, they did not have the option of compromise. Even if there was temporary peace and compromise, it was only for the next war and the next war to accumulate strength and layout. They will not stop until the final goal is achieved.
On the other hand, I want to stop and can't stop.
The economic and political structure of Yalfheim is tailor-made for launching a total war one day. The goal of this war is to take independence as the banner, swallow the long-term construction of Charlemagne, and transform the country's land, industry, resources, population, and market into capital for the realization of the next stage of the strategy. If this goal cannot be fully achieved and enough results are swallowed, the quasi-wartime economy cannot be sustained. At that time, Alfheim will be dragged down by the flames of his own fire and even burned to ashes. This result is unacceptable to them anyway. In order to avoid this worst situation, they will inevitably use their weapons of mass destruction to accelerate Charlemagne's surrender with the mentality of achieving certain goals after losing a certain victory. By that time, the new rocket will inevitably become a pioneer in carrying weapons of mass destruction, spreading the death to the entire Charlemagne.
"For peace talks and future battles, this base must not be kept."
"That will also think of this layer, either sending heavy soldiers to guard, or letting a strong confidant sit in it."
"The mobile force of the Defense Force is limited. For the coming war, it is impossible to disperse the troops to guard the base in the deep mountains. Those who will be sent to guard the base of Saint Die... can only be the top few of the Guards."
Black Dragon. Niederhogg;
Red Dragon. Victoria;
And the "seven deadly sins" that are regarded as mad and evil spokesmen.
"Either one is an unpleasant guy, and it can't be ignored."
No matter how much I don't like Li Lin and his subordinates-especially the black-scale bastard, Favna also has to admit the strength of the monsters.
It is not like "monster-like" description, that group of real monsters.
Needless to say, Niederhogger, monsters like Grete have been overwhelming. Who will be the one guarding the base of Saint Die this time?
"Nidhog and Victoria are with Li Lin anytime, anywhere, and they will not leave unless there is a last resort. It should be the remaining six people...it is probably De Kiel."
"The one who thinks with his lower body? Give this guy such an important task of guarding the base?!"
Favna shrugged, and in her impressions, De Kiel was not a big man.
"Ability to bear is not necessarily based on personality, it depends largely on its ability."
Roland stared closely at the white circle buried deep in the Vosges Mountains on the map, marked "Saint Die", and solemnly said:
"And the last time I contacted Dekil~EbookFREE.me~ I can feel that he has a self-confidence that he wants to get, so he will show his face specifically, not only to stimulate me, but also to observe me in secret, for the upcoming Prepare for the engagement."
"The above is just an inference, and there is no definite evidence that De Kiel is the person responsible for the defense of the Saint Die base. Even if it becomes true, we do not know the ability of that guy, how to make a combat plan."
The sharp and sharp rhetoric silenced the room for a while. The mastery of the enemy’s and the enemy’s situation was the basis for formulating a combat plan. Since ancient times, no successful combat plan has been based on speculation rather than accurate intelligence.
What Roland lacked in their hands was precisely intelligence.
The layout, topography, weather conditions, surroundings, guards and their capabilities of the Saint Die base—too much information needs to be mastered, but they have no time and no ability to collect this highly confidential information.
"I think--"
Rubbing his chin, Roland murmured softly:
"Maybe we can try..."