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

This is the exit from the back mountain.

When that important message came back through the communicator, the wind seemed to pick up even stronger.

Firefighters simply cannot extinguish wildfires of this magnitude.

These words weighed heavily on everyone's shoulders.

The evening sky should have been deep blue, but now it was dyed a dazzling orange-red.

far away.

The burning ashes, carried by the wind, fluttered down.

It fell to the ground and instantly turned into powder.

The air appeared noticeably distorted due to the high temperature.

The trees crackled and popped as they burned, creating a continuous burst of sound.

Qian Chenghui, leaning on his cane, stood at the very front.

His eyes, weathered by time, reflected the blazing firelight.

Commander Wang Dafa, the county head, and other county leaders stood beside him.

Everyone turned pale after learning that the fire department was powerless to help.

No one spoke.

Because they knew they might not escape their fate.

The wildfires are spreading too fast.

Fueled by the wind, the fire was rapidly engulfing this area with an overwhelming force.

Even if they immediately boarded the helicopter parked nearby, they would definitely not be able to escape the blast radius of the nuclear bomb.

That wasn't an ordinary bomb.

That was a strategic weapon with a yield of millions of units.

The fire spread to the ventilation shafts of the underground fortifications, detonating the conventional bombs piled up on the upper levels.

A chain reaction can occur instantly.

Thousands of tons of rock layers would collapse with a violent explosion.

The immense impact would disrupt the locking mechanism of the nuclear bomb below.

Finally, the deadly weapon below will be completely detonated.

Once detonated, the core area will generate temperatures of tens of millions of degrees, instantly vaporizing all matter.

A huge mushroom cloud will rise into the sky.

The shockwave from a nuclear explosion will spread outward at supersonic speeds, easily overturning all buildings within a radius of tens of kilometers.

The intense nuclear radiation will drift to even more distant places with the smoke and dust.

No matter how fast a helicopter's rotor spins, it can't outrun the speed of light radiation.

It will all be over in the end.

Faced with such absolute power, any struggle would be futile.

In this apocalyptic countdown, the air fell silent.

No one turned and ran away.

Because running away has become pointless.

Those standing here are all people who usually wield considerable influence in their respective areas.

They have weathered countless storms and dealt with all sorts of thorny issues.

But in the face of such destructive power, the power of an individual seems insignificant.

Wang Dafa glanced at the helicopter in the sky, then at the approaching line of fire, and a bitter smile crept onto his lips.

He knew that they didn't have much time left.

However, in their final moments, these people did not wail or cry out in despair.

Instead of breaking down, they displayed remarkable professionalism in the face of despair.

That is a sense of responsibility ingrained in one's very being.

Shi Chang reached out and wiped the sweat from his face.

The sweat mixed with the falling ash from the grass and trees left black marks on his face.

But he didn't care at all.

He glanced at the approaching line of fire, and his eyes became unusually clear.

The fear was completely suppressed at that moment.

He immediately took out his phone and quickly dialed the city's dedicated line.

The beeping sound of waiting seemed faint in the wind.

The call was connected.

"Hello, command center."

His voice trembled noticeably, but his enunciation was exceptionally clear.

"Listen, immediately activate the city's highest-level emergency response plan."

The staff member on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then loudly confirmed.

The mayor took a deep breath and issued an order to the city.

He briefly explained the situation and then gave instructions.

"We demand that all residents in the city be organized immediately to take refuge in underground parking lots, civil defense facilities, and other air-raid shelters in an orderly manner."

"Sound the air raid sirens and use all broadcast systems to send alerts."

"Tell citizens to only bring essentials and leave behind all large valuables."

"Tell all grassroots officials, police officers, and firefighters that they must all go to the streets to guide the public."

He paused, his tone becoming extremely stern.

"Arrange for medical teams to be on standby and ensure that the ventilation system in the shelters is functioning properly."

"Hide as deep as possible in the shortest amount of time."

"Once the countdown begins, maintain order at all costs."

After explaining everything, he hung up the phone.

He gripped his phone tightly in his hand.

He gazed towards the distant city area, silently praying.

This was the last order he could issue as the mayor of a city.

The county head, standing to the side, was also taking action while the mayor of the city was doing his job.

This county magistrate had been navigating the treacherous waters of officialdom for decades.

He has always followed the principle that if you don't do too much, nothing will go wrong.

He's always smiling, and when faced with a difficult problem, he habitually avoids it by dodging the question.

His biggest goal is to live a stable life until retirement, as long as he doesn't make any mistakes.

He's a seasoned veteran.

But now, we are facing a truly desperate situation.

The slickness in his eyes had completely vanished.

He looked at the land beneath his feet and at the soldiers and police still busy evacuating people in the distance.

All the calculations we usually made suddenly became meaningless in the face of this towering flame.

He completely discarded that old fox's mask.

His sense of responsibility as a Party member was fully unleashed at this moment.

His hands were trembling.

Even pressing a phone number seemed a bit difficult.

But he still picked up the phone and dialed a number belonging to a subordinate unit in the county.

"Old Liu, it's me."

His voice was trembling with tears, but unusually firm.

"Something terrible has happened, something catastrophic."

"You immediately order all your subordinates in the county to organize the entire county's population to enter the underground air-raid shelters as quickly as possible."

"Air raid shelters, underground shopping malls, and any sturdy basement with a roof are all open to the public!"

Old Liu on the other end of the phone was startled and quickly asked what was going on.

The county magistrate sniffed and briefly explained the situation.

"All the township officials went door to door, knocking on people's doors and herding them into air-raid shelters."

"Use loudspeakers to shout, and use police cars to clear the way."

"Even if my legs break from running, I can't leave a single person behind."

"If anyone dares to mess up at this time, I'll haunt them even as a ghost."

After hanging up the phone, the county head let out a long sigh of relief.

At the end of his life, he rediscovered the original aspiration he had taken when he made his vow.

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Garrison Commander Wang Dafa was also busy.

He picked up a specially made military communication device and loudly issued orders to his old comrades-in-arms who were rank below him in his unit over the phone.

"Old Chen! Listen up!"

Wang Dafa's voice was extremely loud, trying to drown out the howling wind.

"Immediately mobilize all available soldiers and send them all to the streets!"

"Go and assist local authorities in maintaining order and ensuring the safe evacuation of the public!"

"Bring out the armored vehicles and all the blast protection equipment."

"If any intersection is blocked, use armored vehicles to clear it!"

"Tell the soldiers below, this is war, a race against death!"

Old Chen on the other end of the phone sensed that something was wrong.

Old Chen anxiously inquired about Wang Dafa's location.

Upon learning that Wang Dafa was still in the back mountain of Mushroom Village, Old Chen became anxious on the phone.

"Old Wang, stay there and don't move!"

"I'll send a helicopter to pick you up right away!"

Hearing his old comrade's words, Wang Dafa's eyes welled up with tears.

But he started cursing and swearing.

"If you dare come here, I'll skin you alive!"

"Why did you send a plane here? To be buried with it?"

Wang Dafa stared wide-eyed, his chest heaving violently.

"From the day I became a soldier, I dedicated my life to my country!"

"To die on the battlefield is the fate of a soldier!"

"Your current mission is to protect the civilians and minimize casualties!"

"Did you understand? Execute the command!"

Wang Dafa pressed the hang-up button hard.

He was breathing heavily, clutching the communicator tightly in his hand.

He turned around and looked at the towering sea of ​​fire in the distance.

In the final moments before the apocalypse, these leaders, who were usually seen as high and mighty by others, were fulfilling their final duties in their own ways.

They did not choose to escape.

At the foot of this remote mountain, they calmly accepted their final fate.

Waves of heat came one after another.

The oxygen in the air seemed to be being rapidly sucked away.

Yang Mi stood to the side.

The firelight stretched her shadow very long.

She listened to these leaders making one phone call after another, as if they were giving their final instructions.

Seeing them steadfastly holding their posts even in the face of death.

Her breathing became rapid.

Her heart was pounding in her chest.

She gazed at the distant sea of ​​fire, which resembled a purgatory.

She knew that none of them might survive the day.

Suddenly, she felt a gaze fall upon her.