Charlemagne did get the news of the destruction of Saint-Michael, 12 hours later, and ironically, it was the press relaxation system in Alfheim that the first to inform them of some kind of change had happened to Saint-Michael.

"Our army launched a long-range attack on Saint-Mière, and achieved great results. ”

An hour after the vacuum bomb exploded, the announcer spoke in a flat tone about the fate of Saint-Mière, which was dismissed by those who thought it was another rocket attack of the past. No one would have thought that behind just one sentence was the loss of more than 70,000 lives.

The first government system to detect the anomaly in Saint-Mi-euret was the railway and communications department, and at 9:05 a.m., the telephone office in Lüdes and the railway communication center simultaneously discovered that the signal line passing through Saint-Mièreux had been interrupted. Neither telephone nor communication could reach the Saint-Mières side. A little later, the military also found out that information about the garrison had been lost.

The first official report was made by Lieutenant Charles Laveland, an army medic, who had been in the emergency room the night before, caring for the granddaughter of an elderly grandmother outside the city. After a night of treatment, Dr. Laverand was exhausted and spent the night in the patient's home, which allowed him to escape. None of his colleagues in the clinic survived, only 200 meters from the center of the vacuum bomb.

Also unable to escape was the homeess of the family, the little girl's mother, who went out early in the morning to the locomotive maintenance center in Saint-Mière, where she was responsible for blowing off the locomotive boilers, using compressed air to blow off impurities and rust that adhered to the boilers. Before starting their official work, they were trained in assassination with wooden or bamboo spears under the command of an army officer, and they received swordsmanship training during the lunch break to practice the so-called "ghost animal killing sword". Before leaving work, they would listen to "Charlemagne's Woman's Virtues" and maintain the awls issued to them—according to the military's idea, the women would first lure the pointy-eared ghost animals to the bed, and then wait for the opportunity to dig them out from under the pillow or somewhere else, and kill them silently......

The young mother did not return.

Ten minutes after the vacuum bomb exploded, Dr. Laveland had just pushed the air out of the syringe and was about to put the needle on the little girl's skin, when a loud bang (the high-speed filling of the vacuum and the explosion of the shock wave overlapped), he subconsciously looked up in the direction of the city, and the next moment, an invisible hand pulled him in the direction of the city along with the whole house. A rabbit flew into the air and slapped the doctor directly on the back of the head, causing him to faint in an instant.

By the time Dr. Laverant came to his senses and crawled out of the rubble 20 metres from where he had been, it was already 14 p.m. He remembered the sick little girl and the old lady who stayed behind, pulled the two out of the rubble, and confirmed that there was no abnormal heartbeat and breathing at 15:37. At this time, the entire urban area was shrouded in a strange yellow dust mist, and the mournful voices calling for family echoed around it. The chilling doctor hurriedly borrowed a bicycle and sped to the city. As he passed a corner, the doctor clenched the brake lever and flew out with the doctor.

Dr. Raveland was a front-line medic who was in charge of amputation for a period of time, setting a record of 73 seconds sawing off a leg. Any terrifying picture that is unimaginable to ordinary people has long been a commonplace daily landscape painting for this surgical doctor.

The military doctor, who has such tenacious nerves, is also in a panic at this moment and can't extricate himself for a long time.

In front of the military doctor, there was a terrifying corpse.

There are no eyeballs in the area of the eye, only a black hole with blood remaining. The mouth was wide open, and a white mass hung from the outside of the mouth—it took a while for Laverant to realize that it was the stomach pouch and esophagus that had flipped out of his stomach. The pants were completely torn, and the large intestine and duodenum, which were also turned over, hung behind the **, and a swollen cyan appeared on the surface. The corpse's hands were tightly clenched around its neck, its whole body was covered with lacerations, its bright red muscles were exposed, and the curled up corpse looked like a boiled shrimp that had just come out of the water.

After several minutes, Laverand realized that it was a human corpse, and he hurriedly picked up his bicycle and continued on his way.

The closer you get to the city, the more strange corpses or torn corpses there are, and you can't see half a living person along the way, and you can't even hear the insects and birds. There were corpses everywhere, corpses on the roads, corpses hanging from tree branches, corpses stuck in road signs, and even the rivers were full of corpses. For a moment, Laverand felt as if he were the only living person in the world.

When they finally arrived in the city, the doctor could no longer support himself, and the unbalanced bike fell into the dust again. I don't care about the pain, and I don't care about the sound of falling and colliding that echoes for a long time. Charles Laverand, a medic who had witnessed countless deaths and tragedies, fell to his knees on the rubble, wailing like an abandoned child.

- There's nothing left!!

The doctor's screams slowly spread, echoing over and over again over the ruins of what had once been the center of Saint-Mière, responding to the doctor's voice, not a single one.

As Dr. Laveland lamented, there was nothing left of the city.

Due to the instantaneous vacuum, the internal and external pressures that had been balanced were reduced to the internal pressure, so creatures and buildings were like deep-sea fish floating from the deep sea to the surface of the water, and they were immediately propped up and burst by the internal pressure. Even more lethal to living beings are suffocation and a decrease in air pressure, which causes the boiling point of the liquid to boil. By the time the surrounding air poured in and a super tornado formed, there was no longer half a living thing. After a tornado with a speed of 120 meters per second, it is natural that the city that has become a ruin will have "nothing left".

Sobering up a bit, La Veland stumbled to a small town five kilometres south of Saint-Mière, where he contacted the nearby garrison via the phone in the local magistrate's office. At 7:50 p.m. that night, the military doctor of Lieutenant Raveland issued the first human report in the history of warfare after a populated area was struck by strategic weapons of mass destruction.

"At about 9:10 a.m. this morning, the enemy dropped a special bomb on Saint-Mière, who had been completely razed to the ground, with at least 160,000 casualties. ”

The casualty figure was entirely Laverand's own speculation, and it was impossible to identify and count the bodies in the chaotic and terrifying environment of the time. He only speculated based on what he knew about the city and what he saw along the way. Because the casualty figure was so appalling that the person in charge of the operator on the other end of the phone raised some questions about it. How could a city of Saint-Mière's size, for example, be destroyed by a single bomb. The military could never accept such a nonsensical report. In response to these unjustified doubts, the lieutenant, who had personally experienced the hellish scene, was furious, and roared at the major on the other end of the phone, waiting for a reply:

"Go tell the arrogant red deer in the Army General Staff! they are the most incompetent and stupid fools in the world!"

After calming down, Laverand cried as he told what he had seen and heard.

After repeated confirmations, at around 9 p.m., Charlemagne's senior management finally confirmed that Saint-Mielle had been wiped off the surface, and at this time, it had been a full 12 hours since Thor's hammer fired.

When the news reached Roland, he was discussing with Minerva and others the establishment of a military academy to strengthen the professional skills of officers through accelerated officer training and the addition of specialized courses, and to strengthen the officer corps to make up for the losses caused by the previous war. Although this measure is obviously of a hasty nature, the question of how much of a role the officers who have been trained through rapid training can play on the battlefield, and how many people of this kind of rookie unit led by a rookie officer can survive on a bloody battlefield where the survival time of a division-sized unit is calculated in hours, and so on, even if it is questioned that it is cold and cold-blooded, there is nothing to say. But Charlemagne no longer has the time to wait for the officer team to be cultivated from scratch, and the soldiers can only go to the war to learn about the war, and write their own answer sheets with their lives in the examination room of the war. It is true that this kind of examination, which has an appallingly high elimination rate, may even sieve out talented officers and seedlings. But I have to say that luck is also an important part of strength, everyone wants to follow the chief or colleague who has a good character, and no one wants to have a "auspicious rui" who specializes in killing his companions standing next to him.

The moment the news reached the small conference room, the whole room boiled. For 40 minutes, cursing insults at the dictator of Alfheim and questions about the details of St. Michael's situation filled the room.

Passions will eventually pass, and once emotions have cooled down, people still have to face reality and find solutions to problems.

Figuring out the ins and outs is always the first step in solving the problem, and now that we know that Saint-Mière is in a state of destruction, the task now is not to mourn the dead, but to quickly figure out the purpose of Jarfheim's playing this card at this time, and try to avoid more tragedies of the same kind.

"His focus should be on sabotaging our replenishment of human resources. ”

The other participants looked surprised for a moment, and it soon became clear to the girls that this was indeed very much like the dictator's efficiency-oriented thinking.

In the final analysis, the total war is a collision of resources and mobilization, and whoever has more resources and can use the resources at hand more effectively will be able to achieve the ultimate victory in the hell of turning everything into digital frenzy.

Not only to suppress your own attrition, but also to force your opponent to continue to attrition.

This was the case with Alfheim's previous actions, as was Roland's integration of logistics and the introduction of a new mobilization plan, and the Wehrmacht's destruction of Saint-Mielle was still the core idea of total warfare.

"If other weapons of mass destruction are used, they can also be really effective in killing people. But vacuum bombs ...... Focusing on human killing, which can also trigger secondary disasters to further damage cities, is the most depleting of human resources. ”

Destroying a city is not a difficult task.

Traditional NBC weapons, high-powered high-energy physical weapons, mass projection weapons - all can easily surpass vacuum bombs. But no one is going to clean up the radioactive wasteland that glows eerily green at night, and no one is going to fill in the craters or craters the size of valleys, but the ruins of what was once a railway hub have had to be cleaned up to reconnect the transport and logistics infrastructure that has been built around it. Ten thousand steps back, now that the weather is rising day by day, even if we do not consider the last respect to the deceased and let them be buried in the ground, we have to consider the danger of the plague caused by the decomposition of the corpse.

Clearing the rubble and burying the dead requires a lot of human resources, and it doesn't happen overnight. If you include the restoration of logistics channels, more human resources and time will be required.

"If there were any other secondary disasters in the course of the disaster, that guy would be so happy that he would laugh out loud. ”

Gloria said viciously as if spitting, and no one at the scene objected to her spicy comment.

If it's the dictator.

If it's the monster that condenses the malice towards humans into a human form and gives it to a normal intelligence.

There is a real possibility that he will behave like this.

"Most importantly, they do neither detailed reporting nor intelligence blockade. ”

Taking a deep breath, Roland sighed:

"It's probably useless to do it, but it's also a clear reminder that 'even if you mobilize, you will mobilize faster, or we will destroy you faster'. ”

"How can you be so nonsense......"

"They have lost patience for superficial work, and instead of letting us fully mobilize our manpower, they should simply use this kind of terror to force us to surrender. ”

By showing great weapons or military might, you can force the opponent to submit by killing one another. If the other party refuses to accept this kind of intimidation and coercion, he will not hesitate to kill the killer.

There is no doubt that this is a means of resentment among onlookers, but as Roland says, Alfheim, who fears a protracted war of attrition, no longer has the leisure to do superficial work.

"The opponent's king has been pressed into the middle of the chessboard, and we have no choice but to fight hard. ”

After a pause, the young man frowned, and said resolutely:

"The Iserlohn battery must be destroyed. ”