Chapter 1055: The Wrath of God 977

Inside the territory of the Great Tang Empire, at a base surrounded by barbed wire, an on-duty military officer in an underground bunker picked up the constantly ringing phone: “Hello?”

From the other end of the line came a familiar voice: “This is the Great Tang Empire’s Staff Department. I am Marshal Luff.”

“Long live His Majesty!” The on-duty officer immediately jumped up from his seat, standing at attention and saluting.

“Long live the Empire! Identity verification code… Tear open today’s sealed documents…” Luff gripped the phone and watched his aide tear open a sealed envelope in front of him, extracting the paper inside.

Taking the paper handed over by his aide and looking at its contents, Luff confirmed, “Are you ready?”

Upon receiving a positive response, he read the numbers on the paper: “Zero, turn, two, zero, eight, one…”

“Zero, turn, two, zero…” After being silent for several seconds, the voice on the other end of the phone repeated the same code: “Identity code verification complete! Please issue the order, Marshal.”

With his hand gripping the receiver, Luff’s face showed boldness: “Awaken the Eastern Wind.”

He really wanted to know how His Majesty came up with such a nuclear launch protocol, which not only ensured absolute security for the missiles but was also full of ceremonial significance, giving people a sense of sacred duty in carrying out justice.

“Yes! Please enter the launch code!” The military officer on the other end of the phone was stern-faced, and the other duty soldiers around him had already begun to get busy.

“Launch code: Nine, eight, nine…” Luff began to recite the second set of numbers, and the officer on the other end of the phone checked each digit until the last number was confirmed.

“Code verification is correct, Marshal! The missile has entered the launch sequence. Fueling will begin within ten minutes, and the missile will be launched within two hours! Please confirm the target!” After verifying the launch code, the duty officer reported firmly.

“The target, codenamed 011, Dahua Imperial Capital. Repeat, codenamed 011, Dahua Imperial Capital,” Luff calmly stated the missile’s intended target.

“Confirmed! Coded 011, Dahua Imperial Capital! Repeat! Coded 011, Dahua Imperial Capital, completed!” The on-duty officer solemnly repeated the target.

Another officer stood by his side throughout the whole process, confirming together the missile launch order. After hanging up the phone, the two men walked to the broadcast microphone, turned on the power, and issued the order to start fueling the missile: “Begin fueling.”

Inside the missile silo, engineers already dressed in protective suits and wearing gas masks began to work busily.

They carried sturdy fueling tubes, injecting the prepared liquid fuel into the missile body. This launch fuel was corrosive and had to be loaded shortly before the launch or it would damage the missile.

“Fueling tube connection complete!” Muffled through the gas masks, the soldiers repeated the operating commands, every movement standard and meticulous, as it was a matter of their own safety.

The missile stood tall like a giant pillar in the launch silo, with the cover above slowly opening. In the corridor behind the thick elliptical door opened next to the launch silo, a red warning light on the wall blinked in circles.

“Fuel injection beginning!” Seeing the gauge needle jump, the soldier in charge of managing the valve gave a thumbs-up.

In another missile silo, the same operation was underway–this time Tang Mo had prepared two missiles to teach his neighbor a lesson, to let them know what is the will of the Great Tang Empire.

This is the truth; this is our argument in the debate. It is the symbol of justice and the cornerstone of invincibility.

Although the warheads, weighing more than a ton, were not equipped with nuclear weapons, their power was formidable. It’s the Fuel-Air Explosive Bomb, known as the “Mother of All Bombs,” capable of demolishing an entire city block.

“Your Majesty!” In Chang’an, within the Forbidden City, Luff came from the Wuying Hall to Tang Mo’s office, stood at attention, saluted, and reported: “The missile has entered the final preparation stage and can be launched within two hours…”

Tang Mo was not particularly pleased with the preparation time for this liquid-fueled missile. The reaction speed of this type of missile was too slow and not convenient at all.

What Tang Mo wanted was the mature solid-fuel missile. As soon as he needed it on his side, the missile could fly out of the silo–that would be powerful.

“I got it, waiting really does… make one somewhat anxious.” Tang Mo laughed at himself; no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

In his past and present life, Tang Mo had never actually used ballistic missiles. He did indeed traffic Scuds before, but once those were sold, they were out of his hands; he didn’t have the authority to launch.

Now, he was launching a genuine Eastern Wind missile–authentic and indisputable. Just the thought was a little thrilling.

Thanks to recent data provided by satellites, the Great Tang Empire upgraded the guidance systems of these Eastern Wind missiles, adjusted some data, and brought the accuracy to within a 1000-meter range.

This level of precision, while good, is miraculously accurate considering the missile has to travel more than 1700 kilometers; an error of 1000 meters in the landing zone is remarkable.

You see, if the Imperial Palace of the Dahua Empire were the target, such attack precision could, at the very least, demolish the walls of the palace.

After a lengthy wait, the Great Tang Empire’s first long-range missile attack in a real combat situation commenced. The two missiles rose from their launch sites, and the Great Tang Empire’s rural residents finally realized what their nearby base was for…

These civilians tending to their farmlands felt the ground tremor beneath their feet and looked up to see a dazzling plume of fire soar towards the clouds.

In their lives, they had never witnessed a scene as magnificent as this, like a small sun rising from the ground and then gradually disappearing into the sky.

The massive plume of smoke on the ground lingered on for a long time, and the roaring noise echoed in the air. Meanwhile, within Fengjiang City, Zhao Yu delivered an important broadcast speech.

He announced that he had purchased the most advanced strike weapons from the Great Tang Empire and that Fengjiang would launch a new weapon within an hour to attack the Dahua Imperial Capital.

In his speech, he urged the civilians of the Imperial Capital to heed their safety and leave the city promptly, waiting outside for divine fury to descend. He confirmed that the strikes would soar into the heavens, and the explosions would shake the earth.

The channel used for the broadcast was public, and both warring parties listened in on the broadcast, as Fengjiang had fired at least 50,000 leaflets using artillery, notifying the Dahua side of the time and frequency of this speech.

Almost everyone waited for the outcome of this event, and indeed, many commoners in the Imperial Capital believed the content of the broadcast.

They wanted to leave the Imperial Capital but discovered that Zhao Kai had ordered the city gates to be shut. Countless people were crowded in the streets, looking up at the sky in terror.

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For some reason, after being diagnosed with diabetes, I’ve felt uncomfortable all over… I wonder if it’s psychological.