Scientific progress inevitably comes with sacrifice.

This is not to say, since ancient times, the pioneers of science who have died in experimental accidents can be described as a vehicle load, and if they do not die, they will also leave their own personal mark on the history of scientific development. For example, "Heavenly Thunder Zhenjun Franklin" who flew a kite in a thunderstorm, "Electric Ghason Edison" who did experiments and burned a train car when he was a child, and "Alchemist Nobel" who almost died of dynamite and a household book...... And so on and so forth, and so on, and so

This has been the case in the past, and it will be so in the future, and on the road of science, the heroic souls of the sages will surely illuminate the way to the truth for future generations.

- Say so.

When it comes to extremely dangerous experiments, I am afraid that few people still have flowery words such as "great", "glorious" and "pioneer" left in their heads, and caution and sincere fear are the general mentality.

Especially after the emergence of modern rockets, related accidents have emerged in an endless stream. In addition to technicians, there were also super-macho men like Marshal Mitrofan Ivanovich Nederin who died in related accidents, German rocket fighter pilots who were dissolved alive in the driver's seat by the leaked fuel, and test pilots of various countries who were flattened by various flying coffins.

Despite not knowing the tragic case of another world, no one dares to take it lightly at this moment.

"Are you ready?"

Squatting behind a meter-thick concrete bunker, William van der Mms lowered his goggles and shouted with a tin horn.

"Alpha team, all in place!"

"Beta group, in place!"

"Charlie's team, ready to finish!"

After responding from behind the bunkers and confirming that all technicians and security personnel were in the bunkers, De Mons took a deep breath and forcefully closed the switch in his hand.

Poof, poof, poof, poof—

The sound of graceful insulation erupted from the nozzle with intermittent strong winds, and as the power of the built-in array gradually increased, the somewhat embarrassing sound faded away, replaced by the roar of the wind along the pre-dug trench that swept the dust and fallen leaves high into the sky.

"5 seconds...... 10 seconds...... 15 seconds!"

Holding down the helmet tightly, Dermons read the seconds hoarsely, the roar as loud as dynamite not even comparable to the kitten's whimper in the scream of the compressed jet. The spindle attached to the steel bracket vibrated continuously, and one wondered if the previously heavy bracket would be able to restrain the beast above.

"50 seconds...... 55 seconds...... It's time!"

At the end of the countdown, De Mons decisively pulled off the switch switch, the storm quickly subsided, and the roar also decreased, and finally after a few spitting, Fi-103, which had removed the warhead, finally subsided.

With a sigh of relief, Demons took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his look of joy was fleeting, and the grim expression of the devil foreman returned to the dwarven master's face.

"Immediately dismantle it and start the inspection, the second group is ready to start the test! Prepare to drive the night train at night, let the canteen cook and send it directly!!"

Without even wailing or wheezing, the technicians gritted their teeth and quickly plunged into the journey of tackling key problems.

They all know that there is not much time left.

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"Long-range raids?"

Valrhona held a red and blue pencil in her hand, and her face looked like she had eaten a sour cucumber.

"That retarded is really going to find us something. ”

"Don't say that, we were planning to raid the St. Dije base as well. ”

Roland handed over the brewed coffee, and Valrhona dropped her pencil on the map as if she had given up struggling, took the coffee and began to use her luck. Roland and Minerva on the side glanced at each other and squeezed out a helpless wry smile together.

As Roland said, they had already planned to raid the Saint-Dije base.

It can be said that the existence of this missile base has held back almost half of Charlemagne's troops, and the battle plan for a period of time has been around how to break through the enemy defense line and destroy or force the enemy to abandon the missile base, so as to eliminate the threat of Fi-103. However, in the face of the impregnable defense of the defense army, the Wang army not only could not move forward, but also lost many soldiers. So it can be said that naturally, some generals began to use their brains on "special operations". Infiltrating with makeup, bribing with money, parachuting assaults, setting fires and poisoning – Charlemagne's generals can be said to have drained their imagination in order to eliminate the Saint-Dije base.

Even so, there is no reliable plan that can be considered reliable. In the face of the precipice of technical ability, any ingenuity seems to be worthless. In despair, the military bosses can only comfort themselves that Charlemagne's land is vast, and a few rockets are far from being able to bring the kingdom to its knees, and when the people get used to numbness, these rockets will lose their meaning.

Today, optimistic generals have been slapped hard by reality. The tragedy of Lugduum revealed a harsh reality: Charlemagne was running out of depth in the face of the improved Wehrmacht's new rockets, and could destroy targets within range at any time and at any time – including the royal capital of Lüdes.

The lazy nobles finally felt the feeling of the Grim Reaper's sharp knife against their throats, and all kinds of brains and whimsical ideas were once again taken out for review under the drive of fear. But the discussion is still those old routines that have no new ideas, and the threats faced have been raised several levels. When the Crown Prince Louis proposed a plan to be "solved by the Holy Maiden", the big men passed this funny, sad and ridiculous proposal on the spot.

God is pitiful, if Charlemagne, who founded the Kingdom of Charlemagne, knows that his unscrupulous descendants have pushed the fate of the country to a young girl, the coffin board of the old man is afraid that he will not be able to control it......

"But there's no better way than that. The crown prince is right about one thing, in this environment, there can be no peace talks. ”

Staring at the Alfheim sphere of influence on the map, Roland frowned slightly.

The ultimate goal of Alfheim is not the half-hearted political demands of coexistence and independence. Their goal is to achieve a new order that governs the world, to turn back the clock a thousand years ago in one fell swoop, and to bind the entire world with a stronger cage.

From the very beginning, they did not have the option of compromise, and even if there was a temporary peace and compromise, it was only for the sake of the next war, the next war, to accumulate strength and layout. They won't stop until the ultimate goal is achieved.

On the other hand, you can't stop even if you want to.

Yalfheim's economic and political structure was tailor-made for the day when a general war could be waged. The goal of this war is to swallow Charlemagne, who has been building for a long time, in the name of independence, and to convert 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 gains are swallowed, it will not be possible to sustain that quasi-wartime economy forever. At that time, Alfheim will be crushed by the flames of war that he has ignited with his own hands, and even burned to ashes. This kind of result is unacceptable to them in any way. In order to avoid this worst-case scenario, they will inevitably use weapons of mass destruction to hasten Charlemagne's surrender with the mentality that they will achieve their goals at the cost of a certain victory. When the time comes, the new rocket will inevitably become the vanguard of the delivery of weapons of mass destruction, spreading death throughout Charlemagne.

"For the sake of peace talks, or for the sake of future battles, this base must not be kept. ”

"That bastard must have thought of this layer too, either sending heavy troops to guard it, or putting strong henchmen in charge. ”

"The Wehrmacht has limited mobility, and it is impossible to disperse its forces to defend the bases deep in the mountains for the sake of the upcoming big war. The ...... who will be sent to guard the base of Saint-Dije It can only be the ones at the top of the pro-guard. ”

Black Dragon Nidhogg;

Red Dragon Victoria;

and the "Seven Deadly Sins" who are seen as spokesmen for madness and evil.

"No matter which one of them is, it's unpleasant and can't be ignored. ”

No matter how much she didn't like Li Lin and his subordinates, especially the black-scaled bastard, Valrhona had to admit the strength of those monsters.

It's not like "monsters", it's a bunch of real monsters.

Needless to say, Niederhogg was already overwhelmed by monsters like Glitter last time. Who will be guarding the Saint-Dije base this time?

"Nidhogg and Victoria are always by Li Lin's side, and they won't leave until they have to. It should be the remaining six people...... Most likely, it will be De Kiel. ”

"That playboy who thinks with his lower body?Entrusts this guy with the important task of guarding the base?!"

Valrhona shrugged, she was under the impression that De Kir was not a man of great responsibility.

"Whether or not you can afford it depends not necessarily on your personality, but largely on your ability. ”

Roland stared at the white circle on the map, buried deep in the Vosges Mountains, marked "Saint-Dière", and said solemnly:

"And the last time I came into contact with De Geir, I could feel that he had a sense of self-confidence, which is why he showed his face, not only to stimulate me, but also to observe me secretly and prepare for the upcoming engagement. ”

"The above is just an inference, and there is no conclusive evidence that De Kiel is the one in charge of the defense of the Saint-Dije base. Even if it happens, we don't know what that guy is capable of, how to make a battle plan. ”

The sharp and scathing cross-examination caused a moment of silence in the room, and the knowledge of the situation on both sides was the basis for the formulation of battle plans, and since ancient times, no successful battle plan has been based on speculation rather than conclusive intelligence information.

What Roland lacks in their hands is precisely intelligence.

The layout of the St. Dije base, the terrain, the weather, the deployment of troops around it, the defenders and their capabilities - there was so much information to master, but they didn't have the time or ability to gather this highly classified information.

"I think-"

Rubbing his chin, Roland muttered quietly:

"We might be able to give it a try......"