Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

"Just tell me, is it destroyed or not?"

Upon hearing this, the hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream paused briefly.

Immediately afterwards, a dense barrage of comments flooded in like a waterfall.

"It's gone, it's definitely gone."

"This fire-fighting efficiency is simply unbeatable."

"The price was a bit too high; they practically used subnuclear weapons to wipe out the land."

"I don't know whether to praise the streamer for being awesome or call the police to arrest him."

"Anchor, how did you manage to say that so calmly?"

Everyone was making fun of each other in the live chat.

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Meanwhile, in front of his computer, Zhao Tiezhu, a student at the National Defense University, was speechless as he looked at these arrogant and ignorant comments.

He took his hands off the keyboard, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a sip of water.

He felt that Li Heigou was far too audacious.

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And on this makeshift artillery position on the hill behind Mushroom Village.

The wind direction has completely changed.

After the massive gust of air that had been sucking up the flames disappeared, the mountains and forests returned to calm.

The distant, towering flames have disappeared.

The orange-red color of half the sky gradually faded.

Only large plumes of white smoke drifted up the mountain ridge and into the sky.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and burnt vegetation.

The scene was quiet.

No one spoke.

Everyone was breathing deeply.

At this moment, the people present belatedly came to their senses.

The mayor reached out and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He looked at the forest in the distance, where a large, scorched-black area had been blasted out, and felt his legs trembling.

The county head simply plopped down on the ground.

He had even thought through his last words hundreds of times in his mind.

Now that the fire is out, he feels completely exhausted.

Wang Dafa clenched his fists tightly.

He stared at the still-steaming cannon barrels, his chest heaving violently.

Old Qian stood there, leaning on his cane.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on the white smoke in the distance, and he didn't look away for a long time.

Yang Mi stood not far from the cannon.

She felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained away.

She felt that being alive was wonderful.

Teacher Huang, Teacher He, Peng Peng, Zhang Zifeng, and others standing nearby were also staring blankly ahead.

No one had yet recovered from the shock of the apocalypse and the miraculous survival.

Director Wang Yuzheng leaned against a tree.

Looking at the live-streaming equipment still in operation not far away, he felt that his directing career had come to an end today.

While everyone was in this dazed state.

Li Mo'an stood at the edge of the artillery position.

He looked calmly at the fire that had been completely extinguished in the distance.

But he also breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Finally, it's over." That thought crossed his mind.

You should know that what just happened was actually very dangerous.

Although he appeared completely calm on the surface.

That was based on his understanding of the weapon's characteristics and his precise calculations of the blast radius.

But he also knew very well that if he really couldn't put out the fire this time...

If the fire spreads to the ventilation shafts of the underground fortifications.

If the conventional bombs underground were detonated by the high temperature.

This could trigger the explosion of the megaton bomb with a yield of millions of units.

The consequences would be unimaginable.

This concerns not only the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Yanghai City.

It also concerns his own life.

After all, if this time they can't extinguish it and the mushroom bomb really explodes, he won't even be able to have different parts of his body burn separately like in his previous life. Instead, he will be vaporized into dust, leaving not even a trace.

Thinking of this, Li Mo'an slightly stretched his shoulders.

After breathing a sigh of relief.

Li Mo'an's gaze returned to the row of cannons in front of him.

He looked at the weapons that he had personally mobilized and directed to be launched.

Looking at the "masterpiece" he had personally directed, he began to make plans in his mind.

"I guess I managed to turn the tide this time?" he thought to himself.

After all, when everyone was helpless and ready to close their eyes and wait for death.

He stepped forward.

He withstood all the pressure.

He was the one who proposed this crazy but extremely effective firefighting plan.

He saved hundreds of thousands of people in Yanghai City with his unconventional methods.

He saved all the leaders, experts, and crew members present.

He saved this beautiful land.

This is an incredible achievement.

He was undoubtedly the biggest contributor to the firefighting operation.

Li Mo'an straightened his back slightly.

He turned around calmly.

He looked at the leaders standing not far away.

He was basking in the satisfaction of having made "great contributions".

He is ready.

He was waiting.

He was waiting for the mayor to come over, shake his hand tightly, and express his gratitude on behalf of all the people of the city.

He was waiting for Commander Wang Dafa to come over, pat him on the shoulder, and praise him as a rare military genius.

He was waiting for Qian Lao to excitedly shout "His father's style" again.

He was waiting for Yang Mi to rush over and proudly announce to everyone that this was her great-nephew.

He even mentally prepared a draft.

When everyone praises him later, he must be humble.

Just say that this is what I should do.

He was prepared to receive the cheers of the crowd.

He was prepared to receive everyone's worship.

Yang Mi looked at Li Mo'an and thought that her nephew had looked quite cool when he directed the firing of the cannons.

She tidied her hair, preparing to go over and compliment him.

however.

Just then.

"Snap!"

A crisp metallic sound suddenly rang in his ears.

The sound wasn't loud.

But to Li Mo'an, who had just experienced the roar of artillery fire, it sounded exceptionally clear.

He felt a cold touch on his wrist.

He lowered his head.

A cold, gleaming silver bracelet was firmly fastened to his wrist.

Li Mo'an was dumbfounded.

For the first time, a hint of confusion appeared on his usually calm face.

What's going on?

Shouldn't they be giving out medals?

Shouldn't there be flowers and applause?

Why did it turn into a silver bracelet?

Isn't this how criminals are treated?

He's the hero who just saved this city!

Why were they arrested so easily?

Li Mo'an's mind went blank for a moment.

He did not resist.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked not far away, where he heard intermittent voices drifting over.

At this moment, in the direction he was looking.

Wang Dafa was standing next to Qian Lao.

The garrison commander was talking to Mr. Qian.

Both of them had very serious expressions.

Then, Wang Dafa, that guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, glanced in his direction and said something to Old Qian.

Wang Dafa was speaking in a low voice, but just then a gust of wind blew by.

The sound drifted to his ears.

"Why don't we just execute him?"

Upon hearing these words...

Li Mo'an was completely dumbfounded.

Why was he executed?

Aren't I a hero?

Why skip the trial and fast-forward to the execution?

Although he lacked sufficient awareness of danger, he did know that being shot meant death, right?