Chapter 487

Lin Xian looked at Hua Xiaoling, who was naked in front of him, and suddenly felt a chill rushing through his body. That was not a feeling of the heart, but a real cold.

It was as if it was snowing.

Lin Xian looked around and found that the space around him had changed at this time. He was in some kind of concrete works. Not far away, an old-fashioned kerosene stove was hissing, rust was exposed where the wall peeled off, AK-74 rifles and RPG-7 rocket launchers were displayed on the weapon rack, and the glass was covered with ice flowers due to the severe cold.

The Hua Xiaoling in front of him walked toward him slowly. Lin Xian frowned and wanted to take a step back, but found:

He couldn't move.

He could only watch as the naked Hua Xiaoling walked to his front, and then, her face suddenly changed, and her hair turned into brown-red curly hair. Lin Xian felt himself falling backward, and "Hua Xiaoling" also took advantage of the situation and rode on top of him. Her body inexplicably had an extra military-style white shirt that was pulled open and disheveled, and there was an extra coat that had been taken off on the ground.

Lin Xian glanced at the name tag on the military coat on the ground, which was written in Russian, Elena Panova.

What's going on?

Lin Xian was a little confused. He inexplicably substituted himself into a scene of a late-night secret meeting with a Soviet female officer?

In front of the narrow communication desk, besides the background sound of wind and snow sobbing, only the rhythm of the wooden table legs creaking and moaning remained in the room, as well as the suppressed roars during his short intimacy with this female officer.

Woo!

Woo!

Suddenly, the harsh red alarm light rotated violently! The harsh air defense alarm sounded outside. Before the two had time to stop their movements, the explosion-proof door was violently hammered! The guard shouted through the wind and snow: "Captain! Highest level 'Halo' warning! Base emergency call!"

Pop, the teacup shattered, the two hurriedly separated, put on their clothes in a panic, "Lin Xian" grabbed his coat and rushed out of the door, the wind and snow poured in, the alarm sound swallowed the silence, deafening in his ears. The scene outside turned into a pine forest snowfield, then jumped into a military jeep, the wheels slipped on the ice, and the headlights were like the eyes of a dying beast, tearing open the blizzard curtain.

This was definitely not a holographic projection. Lin Xian was like being on the scene at this moment, becoming another person.

He calmed down quickly, capturing the details in front of him. The dashboard reflected his pale face. This kind of old-fashioned jeep had been eliminated for at least 60 years, and the scene in front of him seemed to be in some era of the former Soviet Union.

The jeep passed through the camouflage net and the entrance of the heavy reinforced concrete works. Lin Xian turned over and got out of the car, and entered the passage with a group of guards. The passage was long and dark. At this time, it was already filled with dense boot echoes. The wall skin was peeling off, revealing the gray bottom layer. The old fluorescent tubes made a humming sound and pale light, and the air was filled with a mixture of machine oil, cheap tobacco, and strong disinfectant.

Lin Xian swept a glance at the wall of the passage, and his eyes narrowed instantly.

This is the "Cassandra" Strategic Missile Early Warning Center!

The elevator sank into the center of the earth, the hydraulic door opened with a roar, and a huge radar screen flashing with monotonous green light occupied an entire wall. On it was a grid like a complex constellation map. At this time, five light spots crossed the polar ice cap, and the countdown numbers were like heartbeats pumping blood. Several soldiers in khaki uniforms sat in front of the screen with solemn expressions, and everything was shrouded in a low, stereotypical mechanical running sound.

"Yakov, repeat it again!"

A tall lieutenant colonel stood at the very front, his voice thick.

"Satellite data verification completed, Lieutenant Colonel! Trajectory locked on Moscow, Kiev. A total of 5, expected to reach the mainland in 28 minutes."

Dead silence descended in the roar of the alarm. One could almost hear the sound of sweat sliding down from the forehead. All eyes were fixed on the red numbers representing the countdown to destruction. Oxygen seemed to be sucked dry instantly, and a suffocating doomsday fear gripped everyone's heart. Someone subconsciously clenched their fists, and their knuckles turned white.

Lin Xian scanned that figure, immediately realized something, and looked up at the clock in the early warning center.

1983, September 26, 11:32.

This is...

That night of the nuclear crisis in the Cold War!

Lin Xian's heart sank, and he looked up, only to see that figure turning toward him at this time.

"Lieutenant Sergei, is there any abnormality in the North American command chain?"

"No!" The speaker was "Lin Xian" himself. He walked up at this time and reported: "The Cassandra system reported solar flares three weeks ago, but there will be no such trajectory."

Lin Xian looked at the middle-aged officer in front of him and guessed the identity of this person.

Stanislav Petrov, the lieutenant colonel on duty tonight, was about fifty years old, with gray hair, not wearing a uniform coat, only wearing a military green shirt that had been washed white, the collar was open, the sleeves were rolled up, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in huge pressure at this time.

Looking at this person, Lin Xian's doubts arose. What does Hua Xiaoling mean by this? What exactly does she want him to see?

Lin Xian of course learned Cold War history from modern Federation history and also learned about this historical secret that once almost caused a human crisis. However, being on the scene at this moment, he truly felt the creepy pressure.

The Petrov lieutenant colonel in front stood straight, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the red dots on the radar screen. The highest alarm meant that it must be reported immediately, and after receiving this urgent information, the Ministry of Defense would definitely start the counterattack program, and the destruction order would fly to missile silos across the Soviet Union.

He picked up the red phone, his fingers hovering a few centimeters above the red button, trembling slightly, and the sweat on his forehead gathered and dripped.

"This doesn't make sense! How could the Americans launch only five missiles and fight a nuclear war? This is more like an exercise failure or a technical failure! But... what if it's not? What if this is a preemptive strike?"

"22 minutes! Regulations require immediate reporting!" The staff officer stood aside: "We must respond!"

At this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on Petrov, and they could all see the terrifying pressure he was facing at this moment.

Counterattack means war! A nuclear war that cannot be turned back and ensures mutual destruction!

Hundreds of millions of people will die tonight, including them here at this time. The country may also disappear. No one would have thought that destruction was in this turn of events.

Time seemed to freeze, and only the red numbers were counting down coldly.

The staff officer reported urgently: "Lieutenant Colonel Comrade! Confirm the reading is correct! 21 minutes left! We must report it!!"

Lin Xian watched this scene quietly. As an observer, he of course knew that this was just an information crisis in history. As long as he waited for the final confirmation of the ground radar system, he would understand that this was just a misunderstanding, an information misreport, which was widely circulated on the Internet as a historical anecdote many years later, and would not even be written into history books.

However, the scene he expected did not happen. Petrov closed his eyes fiercely, took a deep breath of the turbid air, and then pressed the call button in Lin Xian's eyes...

What!??

Hum~

The humming tinnitus suddenly filled Lin Xian's brain, as if "himself" at this time was also blank.

Lin Xian opened his eyes, only feeling his sight leaving his shell and rising constantly, as if his soul flew out, passed through the underground bunker of the missile early warning center, flew from the forest into the black sky, and a bone-chilling cold air drilled into his bone marrow, very much like the doomsday foreseen on the ancient battlefield.

As he flew higher and higher, he saw with his own eyes that on that vast and desolate land, the iron doors of the nuclear missile silos opened with a bang, and missiles painted with red stars sprayed out, the flames tearing through the dim sky.

The Baltic Sea in the distance surged, and the North Wind of God nuclear submarine floated out of the water like a giant beast, and the submarine-launched ballistic missiles pierced into the clouds with the roar of death, dragging out pale light trails.

Countless fireworks were like bright stars, rushing toward the sky.

This deadly symphony instantly ignited the prologue of nuclear war, and there were dense missiles launching in many areas around the world, heading toward every corner of the world.

The financial elites in the skyscrapers of New York looked up suddenly in front of their keyboards, and the strong light outside the window swallowed everything. Their exclamations turned into dust on the office chairs, and suit fragments mixed with paper scraps flew like snow.

The coffee shop on the streets of London in the early morning had just drifted with the fragrance of coffee. As pedestrians fled in panic, the shock wave instantly crushed flesh and blood into dust, and the entire city became boiling wreckage.

Millions of people in Tokyo were sleeping in the middle of the night. In an apartment with four generations under one roof, the grandmother closed her eyes peacefully on the tatami, and the young child curled up in his parents' arms. Without noticing, they were torn to pieces by the explosion, and together with their residence, they turned into nothingness under a pillar of light. The entire Tokyo was shot down by flowers of destruction from three directions, merging into the flames.

The nuclear bomb arrived silently, and the entire land became empty scorched earth, with only the heat waves emitted by the sparks surging. Panic was a futile symphony. Tourists on the California coastline screamed and scattered on the beach, but fell on the beach melted by the light.

The roar of the factory on the outskirts of Moscow stopped. The workers had not yet put down their tools beside the assembly line, and the high temperature and radiation steamed the steel and human body together, leaving charred skeletons lying on the ground.

One after another, the suns lit up over the city, and the dazzling light illuminated the sky into snow white.