The solar system is broken

The situation in the industrial area is very bad.

Those who attacked the industrial area were three infantry brigades of the Dongyi Army. 3,000 people attacked the industrial area like a violent storm.

The two machine guns in the industrial area fired at each other until they ran out of bullets. However, their gains were very small.

There was no way, the commander on the opposite side was as smart as a monkey, they would retreat as soon as the machine gun fired.

These two machine guns combined could only kill less than 300 people.

As for the rifles in the hands of the security forces, their marksmanship is impressive, but basically not up to par.

The opponent never attacks in a dense formation, and the infantry advances alone.

Machine guns and the like can't defend such a large area.

Fixed positions in many places were invaded by the enemy and solid defense lines were built.

As long as you enter a small street fight, the advantage of firearms will be weakened at an epic level.

As long as the people on the other side have some brains and their numerical advantage, dealing with this little security won't be a problem at all.

There are only 50 people in the security brigade.

30 rifles, one heavy machine gun, one light machine gun, and 6 pistols.

What can I say about this little firepower? It's quite overwhelming.

The light and heavy machine guns have run out of ammunition, and 30 rifles cannot be of much use at all.

The people from the security brigade immediately moved to the core part of the industrial zone, the Hequ Aerospace Factory.

This factory has a low wall, about 2 meters.

It covers an area of ​​1.74 million square meters and is in the shape of a strange long and narrow strip.

If 30 people stood in this area, the firepower would be too weak to stop them.

The chief engineer of Hequ Aerospace called the 112th Regiment on the way, urging them to approach quickly.

However, what is desperate is that they have too much time to take care of themselves, and the train of the 112th Regiment is lying 10 kilometers away.

We were still trapped in the heavy rain and it would take at least 3-4 hours to get over.

After three to four hours of waiting, what's left in this place?

Come to collect the body?

The captain of the security brigade was so angry that he almost smashed the radio.

Just wait to die.

...

...

Youzhou Industrial Zone.

It was raining heavily and the lights were swaying.

The bayonets stood in a row, shining brightly.

A car slowly illuminated a tall wall with its headlights on, and the iron gate opened gently with a creepy friction sound.

"Pa!" military salute.

A pair of leather boots stuck out from the car door.

"gentlemen!"

"Good evening, sir." He held a blue book in his white gloves and handed it over.

"Get up!" The soldier waved his hand.

Inside blocking rod, lift up.

The man glanced at Tie Men's eyebrows, composed himself, and his high nose twitched slightly.

"N2 big bomb?"

Dora was wearing a military green cloak. With a shake of her hand, the umbrella in her hand unfolded gently.

Snap!

The soldiers passing by puffed up their chests and saluted Dora.

Dora didn't pay much attention and walked quickly inside.

There was already a bustle of people inside, and a huge tractor pulled a huge bomb to the hardened middle platform.

Didi didi~

The vehicle's warning lights kept flashing, and the guides, wearing raincoats and holding batons, rhythmically directed the tractor-trailers to enter.

A group of people wearing chemical protective suits were sitting in the warehouse, conducting final checks on these big guys to make sure they were completely normal.

They worked frantically on the proposed device.

A group of big guys stood in the rain.

Among them, Dora has seen Moss, Durancy, Wilson, and Guangrao's student Qiming, whom she has never met.

If they picked one up by the way, it would make the entire Youzhou City tremble. At this time, they were all standing on the small platform.

They were having a friendly exchange with some "conscientious" reporters, and Moss looked serious.

Reminiscent of the fact that these guys had just declared war on the Shang Empire, they seemed to be launching a powerful counterattack against the terrorist attacks on the other side.

"qi~"

The n2 missile is a big guy.

The rocket can carry 1,000kg of high-energy explosives and carry out long-range strikes against targets 300~400km away.

This is an integrated liquid rocket with a diameter of 3m and a total length of 15m.

The mass off the land is 12800~13000kg, and the thrust off the land is 30000kgf.

The maximum flight altitude is 120km and the maximum flight speed is Mach 5.

Ethanol (alcohol) and liquid oxygen are used as fuel, and the two fuels are introduced into the combustion chamber through pipelines in a certain ratio for ignition and propulsion.

The pipeline is specially installed next to the combustion chamber wall for the purpose of cooling and cooling to prevent the combustion chamber from overheating or even melting.

In order to ensure the accuracy of this big guy, a steering engine is also installed on the tail to fine-tune the bounce that occurs during the fall of the throwing point.

The accuracy of this kind of artillery shell is estimated to reach about 100 meters in a range of 200 meters under good weather conditions.

According to the general standards of explosives provided by the institute, the explosion heat and impact force level of qualified explosives is 4184 j / g (4.184 mj / kg), and high-energy explosives may be slightly higher.

That is to say, if this one drops, a large building will directly crack.

It can create a crater of about ten meters on the ground, and the shock wave can reach about 150 meters.

Generally speaking, the damage radius of a meal of yellow gunpowder is about 271 meters, the fatal radius is about 61.7 meters, the serious and minor injury radius is 151.7 meters, and the minor injury radius is 271.7 meters.

"Eight pieces?" Dora frowned.

He, a chief engineer, never thought that n2 had already produced so many.

Then he was relieved.

This should have been sealed due to product defects during previous production.

(Actually, they just want to get a few more to develop satellites.)

(What bad intentions do these bald scientists have? They just want to get more funding.)

It was at that time that reserves were made.

However, he remembered that if they were sealed, there would be more than just 8 pieces in his hands.

His body was inexplicably cold. It would be strange if Chaoge was not in ruins if he fired it out with a single blow.

"Chief Engineer!" A young scientist pushed up his glasses and walked over anxiously, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"How's the situation?"

"The problem is not big, but without you in charge, we are in a panic." The young man's determination is still lacking, and he is unable to remain calm.

"What are they going to do?"

Dora was actually confused. He had just fallen asleep when a call came from the space center. In a daze, Dora opened the curtains and saw that the car was already downstairs.

Then he was piled into the car in a mess and driven directly over.

For more than ten minutes on the road, he still didn't understand what they were going to do.

"They want to kill the merchant army directly!"

The young man whispered softly and pulled Dora towards the crowd of big shots.

Dora frowned, this was the rhythm of a fierce battle at the end of the world.

The rain was pouring, and the umbrella cover made a crackling sound.

The hydraulic crane in the tractor slowly lifted the missile and erected it on simple supports.

The darkness of the bullet casings pointed toward the sky like heavy swords without an edge.

Under the illumination of the searchlight, there was an icy cold light.

Dora shuddered, he was in charge of these things, and he naturally knew how terrifying these things were.

If covered by these 8 bombs, it can create an uninhabited land of at least 470,000 square meters.

In other words, such a wave of water bombing will create a 10% scorched earth area in the city of Chaoge (24 square miles).

You must know that the urban population is densely populated. If this attack continues, it will definitely cause at least 30% casualties to Chaoge.

This is nothing, just surrender.

"Mr. Doula!" Durance stretched out his hand and first noticed the handsome boy holding an umbrella.

"Oh, sorry I'm late."

Durance had basically no appearance in the month after the assassination, so his sudden appearance at this time surprised Doula.

"No, in fact, sir, things are going well here, oh...except for the weather." Durance pulled Dora's sleeve and asked Durance to step into the middle.

"Crack!"

The flashlight flashed and the reporter took a historic photo of the belated chief engineer.

"Mr. Moss." Dora stretched out her hand politely.

"Mr. Dora."

"Good evening, sweetheart." To Wilson, Dora did not shake hands with him, but gave him a big bear hug and opened her arms.

"Long time no see, you're still so clingy." Wilson shrugged helplessly, handed the umbrella to the entourage, and hugged it.

"Sorry for disturbing you so late," Wilson patted Dora on the back.

"Can you tell me what we are going to do?" Dora finally asked the first sentence.

"We're going to use our buzz missiles to teach the monkeys on the other side a lesson," Wilson said, pulling Dora towards the camera and making a photo-taking pose.

Several reporters quickly focused on the two people and continued to type at them.

"Lesson?" Doula was forced to do business, smiled commercially, and posed for the camera.

"We want to punish the Shang Empire, so we are going to use a batch of N2 and N1 missiles," Wilson gently let go of his hand and motioned to the current protagonist, Mr. Moss.

Dora turned back and Moss nodded.

This matter was obviously approved by the seven generals, who wanted to use all means to win the war.

Dora thought of a terrible hypothesis.

The war between the city-state and the Shang Empire is like a fight between an adult with a gun and a child with bare hands. If the adult comes forward and kills the child neatly, there is nothing to say.

But when the adults find out that they are not that strong and are just a fragile girl, and the adults continue to be punched, the probability of the child being shot will rise sharply.

It goes without saying what this gun is.

You know, Youzhou Industrial Zone has a chemical foundation. There are massive amounts of chemical raw materials in the storage rooms of the industrial zone.

Once these are transformed into war, they become weapons.

Then...it would be a disaster for the entire Shang Empire.

Humanity's three major large-scale indiscriminate attack weapons are the first nuclear weapons, the second chemical weapons, and the third biological weapons.

Nuclear weapons city-states do not yet have an industrial base, and the research on biological weapons takes too long, but chemical weapons are readily available.

This thing is cheap to make, takes a short time, and is easy to put in.

Thinking of the research on jet aircraft, Dora's heart sank.

This is the pace of war mongers.

"Mr. Moss, I want to know... well, what levels of punishment are there," Dora looked at the leader against the light.

There was no light on Moss's side face, and no expression could be seen on his face in the shadows. "Although there is no clear limit, I think what the parliament means is that the building of the empire completely collapsed in front of us!"

"..."

Invading other people's homes, to put it bluntly, is indeed a group of hooligans.

At this time, the final inspection of the last missile was completed.

"Shasha!" The bell rang.

The last tractor truck transports the last N2 missile to the launcher.

"Non-site personnel, retreat."

Moss's entourage began to retreat toward the command center.

The launch is about to begin.

The reporter started taking pictures facing the erected missile.

Seven missiles are secretly distributed in this area, they are like several magnified bullets.

Dora took one look at these things and felt that her hands were going to rot.

Many people will die, many, many people.

Dora mused.

When Wilson went to pull Dora away who was distracted, a reporter blocked his way.

"Mr. Wilson," the man said, wearing a poncho and walking forward quickly, "I am Emilia, a reporter from Youzhou Newspaper."

"Hello madam, how can I help you?" Out of professional courtesy, Wilson forced out a faint smile.

"Actually, no," the reporter said, not following the usual routine, "I just have a question that I would like to ask, sir."

"Say," Wilson waved an apology and signaled Dora to go first, and he followed.

"Aren't you worried that this will kill a lot of civilians?"

This question is very tricky. You are a civil affairs official. If you answer "worry" you are indifferent to the blood feud of the city-state. If you answer "no worry", how indifferent must this person be?

"What do you think of the merchant army massacring the residents of my city-state?"

Wilson thought very quickly and saw through the reporter's little trick at a glance. He could just backhand a question and hit it back.

The reporter couldn't tell, mainly because it was a little inappropriate no matter how he said it.

"Then sir, do you think this revenge is necessary?"

I asked again in a different way.

"So ma'am," Wilson pushed up the monocle of his left eye, "what I want to ask is, if you were hit, wouldn't you wave twice?"

As a person who has experienced countless speech traps, Wilson speaks smoothly and domineeringly.