I ask you to build tractors, but you build rockets?

Cheyenne Mountains, Colorado.

"Sir, do you need to go outside for a while?"

"No, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

John looked at the helpless Sullivan vigilantly and firmly grabbed the armrest of the chair.

"Go and see if the bunker door is closed properly. The shock wave must not be allowed in."

"...Well, if you're sure you want to do that."

"Go quickly!"

After seeing Sullivan leave, John turned his attention back to the console full of operators, looking at the space-based early warning system that was refreshed in real time in the center.

This is the base of Cheyenne Mountain, an underground great wall carved into granite, an impregnable doomsday fortress, and the ultimate refuge at the pinnacle of the Cold War.

According to Aramco time, the first rocket was launched at 0:00 on December 13. John got into the fortress on Air Force One after that afternoon, along with a large number of dignitaries and elites.

Although there are countless ways to make sure that no one is trying to make a fake show, and to ensure that only one rocket will be launched at 0 o'clock instead of hundreds or thousands of rockets, no one in the entire senior management dares to be careless.

Of course, they also took this opportunity to conduct exercises, and the Pacific Fleet even simulated launching hundreds of missiles. However, the important reason why the Presidential Palace readily agreed to the exercises was to hide in Cheyenne Mountain.

He was accompanied by a large group of congressmen. It would have been okay if John didn't come in, but when they confirmed that John had boarded Air Force One with his confidants, their suspicions became more and more serious. Everyone comes with the idea of ​​​​getting back a life when they come here, and there are not a few who bring their families with them.

The unusual movements of the congressmen immediately aroused the imagination of a large number of elites: The congressmen have all taken their sisters-in-law and ran away, wouldn't we be fools if we didn't run away?

Those who have some influence desperately rely on connections to enter the military bunker. It doesn't matter, they temporarily reinforce the basement and build a self-made shelter. After all, if the paranoia of persecution is the most serious anywhere in the world, it can only be this land of freedom.

During the Cold War, it was popular to build shelters all over the United States. Farms, deserts, and forests were full of privately excavated doomsday fortresses. Even decades after the end of the Cold War, the number of survival enthusiasts here was undoubtedly the largest in the world.

As the number of participants increased, even John, who only had a "just in case" mentality, began to doubt whether there would really be a nuclear war, which made the congressmen who inquired about the situation from time to time even more worried.

Sullivan never cared about the nonsense of this huge grassroots team in the world, but who knew that John actually took out a nuclear suitcase to practice in order to cheer himself up, and fiercely imagined the scene of him commanding thousands of missiles and tens of thousands of aircraft to counterattack , and even almost planned to enter the password.

Sullivan, who was sleepy, woke up immediately, fearing that John would press the wrong button in a daze.

After all, the launch code is only six zeros, and in order to prevent pressing the wrong number keys, all other digital buttons are unavailable. After a blind press is passed, just press the button, and the civilization will really start to regress!

Fortunately, after surviving the first wave for a few hours, John became somewhat normal, and Sullivan dared to ignore him for the time being.

He did not leave the bunker just to relax, but to actively contact his subordinates to inquire about the situation of other parties.

When he returned to the bunker, there were only 30 minutes left before the second round of cleaning, and John began to enter some of his previous state again.

"Quick, sit down, is there anything strange about the Lucians?"

Sullivan hesitated, but still told the truth:

"We discovered that the IL-80 had taken off from Moscow 10 minutes ago for an unknown purpose."

"Ouchette!"

John suddenly became excited like a cat that had stepped on its tail and shouted incoherently:

"I knew, I knew they had a conspiracy, and there might be others. Are they going to open the 'Raging Sea' copy?

Mobilize satellites immediately, all aircraft carriers leave the port, and one can stay in the port, immediately, immediately! "

…

"Come on, raise your hand...ok."

Yu Man obediently stretched out her arms and asked Lin Ju to help her put on protective clothing, and then couldn't help but complain:

"This protective suit is too ugly. Have you seen 2001: A Space Odyssey? The spacesuit in it is just like this one."

"..."

Lin Ju finally put the hood on her and found that it was really similar to the one in 2001: A Space Odyssey. The whole body was silver and the large area of ​​the transparent hood was really ugly...

"How could it be? It looks great on you."

"Really, but this is not a one-size-fits-all..."

"Safety, mostly safety."

Lin Ju pointed at the silver skin and said:

"Lao Maozi's Iskander is a real big guy, and we don't have its explosion data. It would be bad if the radiation dust drifts over.

It's equivalent to 700,000 tons. I think it's still not safe to retreat to 30 kilometers. Let's go back to the cabin later. "

Yu Man nodded with deep understanding. She didn't have much impression of the Lucians, and the closest person she came into contact with was Androv.

Who first proposed the plan to bomb the moon with a nuclear bomb? it's him……

The two walked into the command cabin and saw Academician She and Zhang Zheng, who looked obviously not right.

"What's wrong?"

Academician She directly spread his hands:

"An electronic control unit of the external measurement and control antenna is broken and needs to be returned to the shipyard for dismantling and repair. We have now lost the ability to track the rocket trajectory."

Zhang Zheng: "Yuanwang 7 is not designed according to warship standards after all. The electromagnetic pulse destroyed a small part of the circuit. We only succeeded in repairing half of it. Next, we only have very limited passive measurement and control capabilities."

But there’s no need to worry. The fleet’s electronic intelligence ships are all normal. They will share the data with us before the explosion. I was adjusting the data link just now. "

Yuanwang 7 was still surrounded by battleships. The first round of EMP still had a considerable impact on it. There was a 25-minute communication interruption, and the subsequent signal was also very poor.

However, those warships were extremely reliable. Shortly after losing contact, a 051H came over to inquire about the situation. It seemed that it only took 10 minutes for them to restore communication without any trouble.

They also mentioned the situation of friendly forces in passing. It is said that the Peter the Great was not even affected much. The reason may be related to the vacuum tube electronic system that it still retains.

This time Zhang Zheng did not let anyone leave the cabin. He closed all cabin doors at 3:25, with the bow of the ship facing the land.

Academician She: "I hope they bomb it on time, otherwise the entire Western Pacific will be really polluted, even in the air."

Lin Ju: "You might as well expect them to be more powerful."

"..."

While the people in the cabin were worried about Maozi's reliability, the IL-80 doomsday command plane had already flown past the Ust-Vimsky area and entered Central Siberia.

There are four escort Su-35s around it, and it is connected to the huge territory through satellites at any time.

At 3:30, an order was sent from it to Vladivostok, thousands of kilometers away.

"If you don't want to drain the Pacific Ocean with vodka bottles, just drop the warheads on the damn core!"