A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 810 At this moment, art is complete!

As the rooster crows at dawn, a golden-red sliver appears at the edge of the Gobi Desert, like an arc of light cleaved by a giant axe, slowly parting the night. Grains of sand roll in the morning breeze, shimmering with tiny light, like countless miniature mirrors, quietly gathering the sun's first rays of warmth.

Sunlight streamed down from the top of the dunes, instantly transforming the 102-meter-tall iron tower into a giant golden spear, pointing directly at the dome where faint stars still lingered.

At the top of the tower, in the "upper room," the young lady was already seated gracefully.

She was like a metallic goddess awakened by the morning light, her cylindrical body wrapped in pale gold, her hemispherical head gleaming in the rising sun.

At the edge of the hemisphere, a ring of detonator lenses, as thin as hair, arranged in a geometric pattern, like a crown adorning her. Sunlight, cast by the tower's windows, glides across her shoulders and back, past the muted explosive lenses, past the thin wires connecting the detonators, and finally settles at her feet.

There, several people in protective suits were checking her final makeup.

"Report, braiding is finished!"

"Roger! Evacuate immediately!"

The last few jeeps sped away from the young lady, kicking up dust, and the people in the cars couldn't help but look back.

The tanks, airplanes, and various architectural models that young people saw before are now like scattered toys, quietly displayed on a huge "chessboard" with the Eiffel Tower at its center, awaiting an unprecedented judgment.

In the main control room, more than 20 kilometers away, the air was so heavy it felt like a lump of glue.

Under the dim light, everyone's eyes were focused on the seemingly ordinary mechanical key in the commander's hand.

The commander-in-chief took a deep breath and solemnly handed the key to the operator beside him. The operator silently accepted it with both hands and clenched it tightly in his palms.

"The higher-ups have decided that the wedding will take place at the auspicious time!"

"At the same time! I'll pass on a message: the young lady is intimidating, so we might not necessarily use her. But since she's intimidating, we should make a call sooner rather than later."

"Resolutely complete the mission!"

"Twenty minutes to go!"

"Yes! Also, check it again!"

"Yes!"

The control panels are densely packed with various buttons, knobs and indicator lights, with red, green and yellow lights flashing regularly or lighting up steadily, like countless vigilant eyes.

However, most people's attention was still focused on the main control panel covered with green velvet. On the panel were several key mechanical buttons and toggle switches, next to which was a mechanical stopwatch that was clicking.

"Timing circuit check complete, no breakpoints in the logic chain!"

"The shockwave recorder is calibrated normally, and the sampling frequency is 500Hz!"

"The optical goniometer is aimed at the epicenter, with an unobstructed field of view!"

"The third set of data has been verified and the line is open!"

"The meteorological team has confirmed that the wind direction and speed meet the preset conditions!"

"All observation points are in place, and the protective measures have been checked and are in order!"

Despite having checked the instructions countless times, the researchers still conducted one last cross-check before the final moment arrived. Concise reports echoed one after another, and everyone tried to suppress their inner anxiety with extreme rigor.

The final confirmation signal has been repeatedly transmitted and confirmed between Beijing and the depths of this desert via encrypted radio waves.

The commander-in-chief gripped the receiver of the landline phone tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. He listened intently to the final authorization coming through the line, his gaze sweeping over the tense faces of everyone present.

Finally, he hung up the phone and gave an order into the broadcast microphone:

"Time's up! Miss Qiu—get married on time!"

The moment the order was given, time in the command center seemed to accelerate suddenly and then freeze instantly.

On the main control panel, as the front key is turned, a row of neon indicator lights representing the detonation sequence light up in sequence, emitting a slight "buzzing" sound.

An energy loading device emitted a deep, powerful "click" as a relay closed and a motor hummed.

"Primary triggering is normal!"

"Energy loading, voltage stable!"

"Program sequence execution... everything is normal!"

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Inside an even more distant observation bunker.

Teacher Daheng was intently checking the focus of the last high-speed camera when he suddenly felt someone gently nudge his arm. He turned around and saw it was the "fat guy" who should have been in Beijing.

"Didn't you say you were going back right away?" Teacher Daheng lowered his voice, a hint of dissatisfaction in it.

"Hehe," the fat man grinned, his eyes narrowing into slits, avoiding the question and instead asking, "Is the equipment all working properly? This is the most crucial eye!"

"Don't worry! Everything will be fine!" Teacher Daheng shook hands with his old friend, whose hands were slightly damp.

"Five seconds left!" came the announcement over the loudspeaker in the observation room.

"That's good!" Upon hearing this, the fat man stopped talking and suddenly pulled Teacher Daheng's arm. "What are you standing there for? Have you forgotten the rules?" With that, he turned around nimbly, facing away from the direction of the nuclear explosion, covered his head, bent over, and lay down in one smooth motion. Teacher Daheng immediately followed suit.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone inside the bunker, regardless of rank, turned around quickly and neatly like well-trained soldiers, facing away from the observation window, and lay face down on the ground with their hands behind their heads.

If you look closely at the group of people lying down, you'll find that there are quite a few figures among them that you can only see in newspapers. It's a good thing that Jiang Xia, that silly boy, wasn't there, otherwise he would definitely have been itching to take a picture of this precious moment when so many "big shots" had collectively transformed into "silkworms" lying on the sand.

Inside the control room, the countdown announcement was clearly broadcast throughout every corner:

"Five!" The air seemed to turn into a viscous liquid, and everyone subconsciously held their breath.

"Four!" Someone clenched their fist tightly, their nails digging deep into their palms.

"three!"

"two!"

The commander-in-chief's lips pressed into a resolute straight line.

"one!"

"Detonation!"

The operator forcefully turned the unassuming detonation key.

The next moment——

There was no sound, only light!

A blinding, overwhelming pure white light that exceeds the limits of human visual perception. Even with closed eyelids and dark goggles, one can still "see" a dazzling, overwhelming pure white, as if the whole world has been reforged by this light!

The iron tower collapsed with a roar in the white light. Steel components scattered like crushed matchsticks, the concrete base cracked into countless pieces, and sand grains were melted by the high temperature into glass-like spheres that tumbled and fell through the air.

The tanks in the effect zone twisted and deformed, their tracks broke into several pieces, and their wings were blown off like pieces of paper by the shockwave, crashing heavily onto the sand and raising huge columns of dust.

After the white light, the deafening roar finally arrived, like thousands of cannons firing at the same time, causing the bunkers to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the shockwave transformed into an invisible giant hand, stirring up a sky full of dust. The circular shockwave rolled outward from the epicenter, shearing off the tops of the sand dunes to form a neat arc. Temporary wooden planks and instrument boxes were thrown into the air and then crashed down, creating craters of varying depths on the sand. The three-story effect room had long since disappeared, leaving only ruins with exposed steel bars, resembling a grotesque skeleton.

When the allotted protection time was up, the people inside the bunker couldn't wait to get up and rush to the observation slit.

In the distance, where the iron tower once stood, it has now been replaced by a huge, rolling, roaring fireball!

Like a sun born on Earth, it radiates a light that is too dazzling to look at and a heat that is devastating, and it expands and rises at an astonishing speed!

Beneath the fireball, the ground material that had been instantly vaporized and melted was swept up and shot into the sky, forming a thick column of dust!

A huge mushroom cloud was rising from the epicenter, with a rolling column of dark gray smoke at the bottom, expanding into a full hemispherical cloud in the middle, and trailing a long white smoke tail at the top, gradually turning pale pink in the morning light.

The clouds rose higher and higher, expanding larger and larger until they blotted out the sun, turning half the sky grayish-purple and swallowing up even the sun's rays.

The control center was initially deathly silent, then someone suddenly cheered, instantly igniting everyone's emotions.

In some more distant gathering places, deafening cheers erupted as people hugged each other and tossed their hats into the air.

However, inside the core observation bunker, a completely different scene of intense activity unfolded.

After the shockwave subsided, Teacher Daheng, Fatty, and the others quickly got up and rushed to the observation port and instruments. Their faces showed no elation, only extreme focus and tension.

"High-speed camera status!"

"Recording normal! Film started!"

"Shockwave data record!"

"Pressure data from each measuring point is being transmitted back!"

"Measurement of peak light radiation!"

"Received! The data exceeds expectations!"

At this moment, all the researchers had no time to cheer. They were completely focused on every instrument, recording every precious piece of data. Hoarse voices reporting numbers and asking questions rose and fell.

Their battle has only just entered the most crucial data collection phase.

Young lady, it's not just your voice that's loud!