Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Lieutenant General Peter took a look at the soaring collapse radiation values ​​and immediately realized that this could not be an illusion.

As the readings rose, breaking through one warning line after another, a layer of ice seemed to form in Peter's stomach.

"The center of the explosion is Oslo..."

"What's there in Oslo?" Peter asked. "Find out quickly."

When he said this, he suddenly felt that he was really stupid and had no political sensitivity at all.

Today happened to be the day when Norway and the new Soviet Union signed a public agreement on the export of general industrial robots. The lieutenant general looked up at the wall clock again. According to the ceremony process, this was the time for the leading officials of both sides to sign the contract publicly.

"Yes, General."

At this time, Peter had already reached for the phone. This was a direct line to the Ministry of Defense and the Kremlin. His voice was hurried but clear.

“Please note: This is the command center of the Moscow Defense Command of the Aerospace Forces, and I am the duty commander, Lieutenant General Peter Abramovich Ilya.

We have just detected several high-energy collapse weapon explosions in Norway. I repeat, we have just detected several high-energy collapse weapon explosions in Norway. "

A curse came over the line. It must be the new Soviet president's duty aide.

The other voice was much more rational, that of the senior duty officer in the Ministry of Defense.

"How sure are you of this?"

"Thermal and telemetry radiation indexes are up to standard."

Peter replied, surprised at his own calmness.

"I am now watching the fireballs produced by the seven explosions dissipate, and the concentration of radiation from the collapse in the central area is still rising... Of course, the scope of influence is also expanding.

This is undoubtedly a Class 9 catastrophic event involving a relic artifact. I will report any new information immediately - what is this? "

He didn't even cover the microphone with his hand and asked directly to a junior officer.

"General, this is very strange. The Americans released a telemetry report, publicly released."

"Why? What's going on?"

"They took advantage of the time when various local online service systems in Oslo were offline to compile a preliminary account of the explosion... Their behavior is incomprehensible, but it is possible that they were trying to make peace," the major reported.

"Don't say that!" Peter scolded, then turned to the microphone and said, "Sorry, the young man under my command was too panicked."

"It doesn't matter. At times like this, we need more broad thinking."

……

Offutt Air Force Base in Omaha, Nebraska.

In this most central region of the United States, there operates an organization called the Strategic Air Command.

This is a very young command, formed in 2002 by the merger of the United States Space Command and the Strategic Command, with the aim of organically combining space, information confrontation and offensive strike capabilities.

Its mission areas are: cyber warfare, missile defense, space and global strike, intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance (ISR), and weapons of mass destruction.

In 05, the US Strategic Command underwent a major adjustment and established a joint functional command system, which gave the Air Force Battle Command the nature of a joint force.

In 09, it was also given the task of preventing the proliferation of weapons of mass destruction on a global scale, and a corresponding agency was specially established.

From the outside, the building where the headquarters is located is very modern, but it also retains an old antique of the Air Force, that is, a B-17 "Flying Fortress" bomber manufactured during World War II is parked outside the building.

I don't know if it's a common problem all over the world, but people like to build their command posts in a solid underground place.

However, it was an extremely spacious room.

People who are familiar with this command often joke on online forums that it was probably because the Air Force Command depicted in Hollywood movies looked more realistic than the original building of the real Strategic Air Command, so they decided to rebuild it to match the fictional image created by Hollywood directors.

Of course, this is nonsense.

The deputy chief of staff on duty, Major General Calvin Veblen, did not stay in his office but was patrolling the work area downstairs.

Like other officers and soldiers on duty, he did not think today was that important. Some people set up a small window to receive the TV signal from outside and watch their favorite TV programs.

But such a relaxing and happy time did not last long. Major General Calvin, like everyone else, saw the warning signal and the satellite images that the system automatically switched to - pictures taken from the sky over Norway.

pat...

The ballpoint pen that the major general was playing with fell to the ground without him realizing it.

Just behind him, in a room separated by many transparent glass panels, a total of 72 technicians on duty were busy working.

Normally, their duty is to maintain the work of the Strategic Air Command and keep the command running day and night.

Calvin grabbed the phone and dialed the Chief of Staff's number.

"Harry, have you received the alarm?"

"Yes, I got it."

Harry glanced at the report placed in a corner of the walnut desk. Raphael's potential should not be underestimated as he could use the server offline situation to indirectly reconstruct the situation at the time of the explosion.

He said:

"It's a bad situation."

Chapter 15 Reaction

“Is there a chance of a false alarm?”

“It’s impossible for the entire system to fail.”

Harry turned to his lieutenant:

"Notify the boss at Camp David. Tell all personnel to be in their positions, and call back anyone on leave. I need a fully staffed operations team, two complete combat command teams - now!"

He then gave the order to the officer on duty standing in the corner of the room:

"Notify the RC-135X crew on standby and have them prepare for takeoff. Order all alert air wings to prepare for takeoff and issue an emergency alert to all personnel."

In the wide space behind Major General Calvin, to his left and rear, a sergeant pressed a series of buttons in accordance with the orders relayed by the major general.

Although Strategic Air Command long ago stopped keeping aircraft on patrol around the clock, about 30 percent of its fleet remains on alert.

Orders to the security wing are transmitted via fiber-optic cables buried deep underground, and the commands are also transmitted using computer-synthesized voices.

After seeing the order, the officers on duty of the alert aviation wing immediately took action.

At this moment, there are two flying wings that are responsible for combat readiness. One is the bomber wing stationed at McConnell Air Force Base in Kansas, and their aircraft model is the B-21 bomber.

One was a reconnaissance wing at Griffiss Air Force Base in New York, whose pilots mostly had fun at the pilots club.

After hearing the alarm, the pilots immediately rushed out of the room, took the commuter train on standby outside, and came to the heavily guarded plane.

The first crew member to arrive pressed the emergency start button on the nose wheel, then ran to the tail of the plane, climbed the stairs and got into the plane.

Before all crew members had time to sit down and fasten their seat belts, the plane's engines started.

The ground crew pulled out the small red flag that served as a safety pin, and the guards with rifles ran away from the plane, their muzzles pointed outward, ready to respond to any external threats.

Until this point, the pilots, ground crew and guards did not know that this was not an unannounced exercise.

The first aircraft to be launched at McConnell Air Force Base was a B-21 bomber piloted by the wing commander himself.

The colonel is 43 years old and has a very strong physique.

He also had a convenience that no other pilot had: his plane was closest to the lounge for the flight crew on duty.

When the order came down, the first plane the aircrew arrived at was the wing commander's plane.

All the engines of the plane were slowed down and the runway was cleared. The colonel immediately released the brakes and taxied the plane to the end of the runway.

It only took him two minutes from leaving the hangar to getting into position at the end of the runway.

However, just as he got permission to take off and pushed the throttle to military thrust, the tower withdrew the take-off order and required all aircraft to ground and await further notice.

It’s different at Griffith Air Force Base, where there are not so many restrictions on the E-7A early warning aircraft, which is also on alert.

This airborne early warning and command platform, converted from a Boeing 737-700 aircraft, is called "Wedgetail" and is staffed by a general and a skilled command team of 25 mission experts.

As soon as the plane left the ground, it blended into the slowly falling night.

The messages on the airborne broadcasts and in the chain of command were incoherent and confusing, and the general who had been scrambled into the air had not yet figured out what all the fuss was about.

Behind him, on the airport ground, three other aircraft of the same model were making intensive preparations for takeoff.

"What's the matter, Harry?" asked the Commander-in-Chief of the Strategic Air Force as he entered the room.

He put on his clothes in a hurry and wore his morning jogging sneakers with the laces untied.

"Mike, your head." Harry tapped his head with his fingers, smiling with amusement in his eyes, "Santa Claus nightcap, your pajamas are really tasteful."

"...Ahem."

MacMillan pulled off his hat in embarrassment, cleared his throat, and then said, "What the hell is going on today?"

“There have been several relic weapons explosions in Oslo, Norway, and we’ve just discovered some glitches on some satellite communications links as well.

I have put the alert fleet on alert. The E-7A Wedgetail has just taken off. We don't know exactly what happened yet, but the initial impact of the explosion has been determined."

"Relic weapon?"

Edmund MacMillan scratched his sparsely haired forehead and asked in confusion:

"Aren't the relic weapons essentially iron bombs developed after humans discovered that collapsing liquid last century?"

"No, there is another weapon with amazing effects."

"Detonate the lattice directly? Some people are really crazy." Admiral McMillan immediately ordered: "Order them to take off."

Harry gestured and a communications officer sent out the order.

Half a minute later, the B-21 bomber on standby on the runway of McConnell Air Force Base roared into the sky and disappeared into the night sky.

Admiral MacMillan asked, "Harry, you are the director of DARPA. Tell me what the impact range of seven lattice bombs is?"

The implication of his naming a concurrent position was very clear. He hoped that Harry would assess the current situation as an expert, and the subsequent actions of the Air Force and even the Ministry of Defense would be decided based on the results of this assessment.

"It's hard to say. Do you want to hear the most optimistic or the worst?"

"Need I say? The worst."

"Okay, let me think about it."

Harry glanced at the map and immediately started to read out the names of places like a dish. The entire Scandinavian Peninsula was destroyed and became a no-go zone for life;

All of Denmark needs to be evacuated, and parts of Poland are no longer suitable for long-term human habitation;

The vast majority of Finland needs to be evacuated, and like Poland, a considerable part of the area is no longer suitable for human activities.

A considerable number of Eastern European countries have been severely affected, and it can be predicted that a large number of ELID wide-area low-radiation infected mutant organisms will be born in these regions.

If the weather is bad, the collapse particles that rise into the sky with the explosion will fly along the westerly wind, and Berlin may also become a yellow pollution zone.

"This is really..."

The admiral took a deep breath, picked up the phone and called the Air Force Chief of Staff directly at his home.

He had no time to bother with etiquette now. He had to pass on the message captured by the early warning satellite system to everyone who should see it.

……

Unlike the Air Force Strategic Command, which was operating in an orderly manner at full capacity, the Marine officers and soldiers at Camp David were completely in a state of madness.

The Marine colonel in charge of the president's security broke into the president's sauna before the intelligence officials arrived and threw a set of bath towels in front of the president.

"Put it on quickly, sir!" he urged. "The helicopter will be landing in two minutes, sir."

"Where are we going?" the president asked awkwardly, clutching the towel.

"Underground Command at Andrews Air Force Base, unless you can think of somewhere else. The helicopters are here!"

The Marine colonel said again, "Go, sir." He was almost roaring.

"give me sometime."

"1 minutes!"

It actually took the president two minutes to change into a decent suit appropriate to his position and leave his villa at Camp David resort under the escort of Secret Service personnel.