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- The co-pilot of Jingwei-1 leaned over and put his left eye on the sight, with his mustache raised left and right. .
At 8:13 and 30 seconds, Chen Mincong said: "It's up to you."
This Intruder fighter-bomber is an autonomous aircraft, flying westward at 15,000 meters above Tokyo at a ground speed of 385 kilometers per hour.
The co-pilot¡¯s aiming needs to correct the flight deviation. The clouds in the sky had dispersed, and he clearly recognized everything he was already familiar with from the target photos - seven tributaries, forming six islands. The center of the Aioi Bridge, the aiming point, enters the crosshairs of the sight.
"The target has been found." the co-pilot said.
At 8:15:17, Jingwei's hardpoint has been warmed up and can be dropped at any time.
The bomb release time is controlled by a computer based on the data fed into the sight by the co-pilot. His finger was on a button, and if the bomb wouldn't fall off he would push it.
The radio sound suddenly stopped, and the nuclear bomb dropped automatically.
I saw the slender bomb falling with its tail downwards, then it turned over and the warhead fell toward Tokyo. The fuselage skyrocketed as nine thousand pounds of weight were saved. Chen Mincong turned sharply to the right, with a bend of more than 150 degrees, and then pressed the nose of the plane to accelerate.
A dozen packages fell from the bellies of several Black Hawk fighter jets among the escort aircraft. Almost immediately, the packages became parachutes. Hanging under the parachute is a cylinder like a fire extinguisher - this is the transmitter that will send the data back.
Chen Mincong ordered everyone to "must wear goggles."
The bomb was set to explode in forty-three seconds, and at thirty-five seconds, he also put on his glasses.
The ground and sky in Tokyo are very calm, and people are doing their usual things as usual. The people who saw the three parachutes thought that the enemy plane had been shot and the crew members jumped out of the parachute, or they were distributing leaflets. One person recalled the previous scene of leaflets shining in the air and thought to himself, the Chinese have sent us good things again.
A few hundred meters north of Dahe Bridge there was a private named Shigeru Shigeru. He had recently enlisted. At this time, he was wearing a pair of glasses with severe myopia and looked up lazily at one of the parachutes that was falling. He was standing outside the barracks, which was a large wooden house that had been used as a warehouse. He had only been in Tokyo for four days, but he was already "bored to death." He wanted to go back to Tokyo to correct his students' homework books. Suddenly, a light red light flashed in the sky, like a flashlight in the universe.
From now on, all clocks in Tokyo will always stop at 8:15.
The atomic bomb exploded at a height of 660 meters above the ground, forming a large fireball with a diameter of 510 meters. The people under the fireball heard nothing, and later they could not tell what color the flash was - blue, reddish, red, dark brown, yellow, purple, everyone said differently.
The heat emitted by the fireball lasts only a fraction of a second, but its heat is so high that the granite within the radius of the blast center is nearly five kilometers. The tiles on the roof soften, turning from black to olive or brown. Throughout the city center, countless figures are plastered on the walls. On the railings and asphalt of the Grand River Bridge, ten people left their silhouettes there forever.
A moment later, a terrible shock wave appeared, destroying all buildings within 20 kilometers, except for a few sturdy and earthquake-resistant buildings.
It accurately hit the target, just over 300 meters away from the original drop location.
When the first-class soldier came down the mountain, he was 550 meters north of the core area. He was not directly exposed to the flash, otherwise he would have died. The explosion threw him into the barn-like warehouse, and then sent him up onto the collapsing beam. Five long and large nails dug into his back, leaving him suspended several feet above the ground. His glasses were intact.
Five hundred meters further north, the squadron leader, Captain Hideo Hatoto, had just entered the office and was taking off his riding boots. The roof collapsed on him and caught fire. He thought of the five years he spent fighting in Singapore, Malaysia and New Guinea. How miserable it is to be burned here instead of on the battlefield: "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" he shouted.
When the flames burned toward him, the debris of the house that was pressing on him was pushed away, and he finally struggled out. He felt sick, and when he looked up, the sky was horribly yellow. All you can see is flat ground. Everything is gone, the majestic Tokyo Castle and the Second General Army Headquarters are gone. Instinctively he stumbled toward a tributary. Both sides of the river were crowded with hundreds of patients and nurses from the Army Hospital. They looked dazed, their hair had been burned off, and their skin had been scorched black. He couldn't help but feel horrified.
One thousand meters on the other side of the explosion point, Mrs. Onshima Hinakoko was buried in the ruins of her hotel. Her first thought was that her four-year-old daughter, who was playing outside, had a baby. I don¡¯t know why, but she heard the novice¡¯sThe voice said in her ear; "Mother, I am afraid," said her children, who were buried in the ground and were going to die there.
As she spoke, she dug around in the rubble. She is very small, only 1.5 meters tall. She struggled desperately and finally climbed into the yard. There was rubble all around. She felt that she should bear some responsibility, because "her" bomb destroyed all the neighbor's houses.
People, wearing tattered and still smoking clothes, wandered around silently and expressionlessly, like sleepwalkers. It is like a procession of ghosts, summoned from what Buddhism calls hell.
She looked at the line of people as if under hypnotism, until someone touched her. She took the hand of the child and joined the crowd. In the chaos, phantoms appeared before her eyes, as if there were still countless planes dropping bombs over the city.
There is a church 1,400 meters east of the blast center. This is the only Catholic church in Tokyo. German priest Hugo Lassalle once heard the sound of an airplane. He ran to the window. The sky suddenly turned gray and yellow¡ªand the ceiling collapsed. He broke away and fled into the street, blood still dripping from his body. Total darkness. The whole city is covered with a layer of dust. Together with another German priest, he began searching the rubble for church members.
Six blocks away to the south, fifteen-year-old Mikako Yamaoka just walked out of her house and went to work at the telephone exchange. She remembers a "magnesium flash" and then hearing someone in the distance shouting "Mikako!" It was her mother. "Where am I!"
She answered, but she didn¡¯t know where her mother¡¯s voice came from. She couldn't see anything - she must be blind! She heard her mother shout, "My daughter is buried here!"
Another voice, a man's voice, urged her mother to run away, saying that fire was coming down the street. Mikako begged her mother to run away quickly, and then she heard the sound of running footsteps fading away. She is dying. Unexpectedly, the soldiers knocked down the cement wall and a ray of light came in. Mikako's mother was bleeding profusely - a piece of wood had passed through her arm. She told Mikako to run for her life. She wanted to stay and save two relatives who were still buried under the house.
Mikako seemed to be walking around in a hellish world - walking past the charred corpses. Behind a collapsed reinforced concrete house, a child was trapped inside a crooked iron fence and kept crying. She met an acquaintance and called her.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"I'm Mikako."
The friend stared at her with wide eyes. "Your nose and eyebrows are gone!"
Miheko touched her face. It turned out that her face was so swollen that even her nose seemed to have disappeared.
In the same area, 350 students from the Girls¡¯ Commercial School were clearing an open space. They all wore blue coats and no hats or fire hats. The girls who turned curiously to see the flash - nearly three hundred of them - died instantly.
Twelve-year-old Miyoko Matsubara instinctively covered her face with her hands. When she regained consciousness, she saw an unimaginably desolate scene - no people, no buildings, just endless rubble. Where had her coat gone? Only a white cloth belt remained around her waist, and it was still burning. She slapped the flames with her right hand, horrified to find her skin hanging precariously.
That morning, Mrs. Tomita had just given birth to a girl. She and her husband are rejoicing that their daughter has given birth. Suddenly, a strong light penetrated the window. Mrs. Tomita remembered hearing a whirring sound before she lost consciousness.
When she woke up she was lying on the floor. The husband is unknown. The little girl in a little red cloth dress was left on the sewing machine¡ªalive, but unnaturally silent. Mrs. Tomita quickly wrapped a cloth around her distended belly - the midwife had told her to try not to move - picked up the baby and walked down the street.
The husband desperately dug for the other two children in the rubble. The eldest daughter was still alive, but her brother was still buried underneath, unknown where. Someone shouted that the plane was coming again, and the family hurriedly hid in a ditch with gurgling sewage.
Less than half a kilometer south of the blast center, the main building of the University of Tokyo stands intact among the ruins. The hands of the big clock in the building facing the campus stopped at 8:15, but this had nothing to do with the atomic bomb that had stopped so many clocks at that time. A few days ago, this clock stopped like a prophet at that moment of disaster.
In the wooden dormitory of the Red Cross Hospital opposite, two nursing students were lying on the bed due to illness. Neither of them saw the bomb nor heard the explosion. Their first abnormal feeling is that their lungs seem to be unable to breathe.
Sato Kyoko climbed out of the room and went onto the street, only to see dust flying everywhere. She heard someone calling "Sato" and she followed the sound to find her friend and dig her out of the rubble. The two of them tried toHe crossed the highway to report to the hospital, but the highway was packed with people fleeing the city. The people were silent, half naked and bleeding. There was no hysteria, not even tears. This unrealistic scenario is truly terrifying.
That morning, Dr. Shigeto Fumio, the hospital¡¯s director of internal medicine, never arrived at the hospital. At work, he was waiting for the trolley bus. There was a long line of people waiting for the bus, and he was the last one. The team rounded the corner of Tokyo Station, two kilometers east of the center of the explosion. The flash of light turned the group of girls in front of him white, so white that it was almost invisible.
It was a Molotov cocktail! He was lying on the sidewalk with his hands covering his eyes and ears. At this time, a large stone slab hit his back. Pillars of smoke blocked the sunlight. In the darkness, he groped blindly for the air raid shelter, but before he could find it, a second wave rushed over. He was afraid that it was poisonous gas, so he quickly took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth.
A breeze blew from the east, gradually blowing away the thick smoke in the area, and it seemed like dawn. An incredible sight appeared in front of him. All the buildings in front of the station collapsed and became flat ground. The ground was full of half-naked bodies smoking. He was the only one among those waiting for the trolleybus station who was not injured. He survived because he stood at the end, protected by the corners of the station building.
He ran towards the hospital, but his way was blocked by a jumping wall of fire that was impossible to pass through. He quickly turned around and ran towards an open space, the Army training field behind the station. He saw dozens of still alive people milling around there, crying hysterically. To ease the pain of the burns, they opened their arms with long rolls of skin hanging from their arms.
A nurse ran up to him, thinking he must be a doctor because he was carrying a black leather bag and his mustache was neatly trimmed. She implored him to treat a doctor and his wife, who were lying on the floor. His first thought was, what would I do if these desperate people found out I was a doctor?
He couldn¡¯t treat everyone. ¡°You treat my wife first,¡± said the injured doctor, who was bleeding heavily.
Shigeto gave her an injection of camphor to treat shock, and then a hemostatic injection. He readjusted the bandage the nurse had applied. Afterwards, she turned around and treated the other wounded until all the medicine was gone. By this time, he had nothing to do, so he ran towards the mountains.
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The Jingwei crew saw a pinhead-sized purple-red light appear miles below them, which immediately expanded into a purple fireball. Then the fireball exploded into a group of dancing flames, spitting out circles of thick smoke.
A white smoke column rose from the purple cloud, quickly rose to an altitude of 10,000 feet, blossomed, and formed a huge mushroom smoke cloud. This mushroom smoke cloud rolled up and down like boiling water and continued to rise to an altitude of about 20,000 meters.
A shock wave rushed over, shaking Jingwei's body. The co-pilot thought he had been hit by anti-aircraft fire and quickly shouted "Bulletproof farmer!"
Chen Mincong shouted, this is a shock wave, and said, "We are out of danger."
A few seconds before the explosion, in order to see the instruments, the co-pilot took off his goggles and glanced back at the flash. Immediately fascinated by the long trajectory, I forgot to pull down my goggles. He felt as if a photographer's spotlight flashed on his face.
Chen Mincong took off his goggles, looked at the instruments carefully, then turned around and flew back to Tokyo to observe the effect.
"Oh my God," Lewis said, "What did we do?" He then wrote "Oh my God" in his flight diary. Tokyo seems to be "falling apart."
Chen Mincong sent a telegram to the base saying that the first target had been bombed and that the visual inspection results were good. Then he sent another telegram in code:
"The result was crisp and clear. Successful in all aspects. The visual effect was greater than expected. The condition of the aircraft was good after the bomb was dropped. It is returning"
A few kilometers away at a high altitude, the cameras of eight Black Hawk fighter jets have been on since the bombing began. From eight directions, the next scene is recorded.
On the ground, two miles south of the center of the explosion, former news photographer Kenichi Kimura was working outside an Army stable. He suddenly saw a strong flash of light on his left side, which immediately made his whole body feel hot.
At first he thought it was a Tokyo Gas Company gas tank that exploded, but he soon discovered that the gas tank was still intact, and instinctively felt that a special bomb must have been dropped. He decided to go to the storage room of a nearby warehouse to get his camera so he could take the photo as quickly as possible. By the time he climbed over the ruins of the stable, the slender white smoke column produced by the bomb explosion had turned pink, and the upper end began to expand, becoming like a mushroom, and it continued to expand.
?After arriving at the warehouse, Kimura found that all the windows had been shattered and the floor of the storage room was covered with glass shards, making it impossible to get down. He finally walked in and opened the drawer. A fallen tree blocked the road outside the warehouse, so he turned back to the stables so that he could take a photo of the smoke cloud after the atomic bomb explosion - "a terrible sight indeed."
At this time, smoke and clouds have covered the entire sky. The fire that broke out west of downtown is spreading rapidly. He finished shooting a roll of film while standing on the roof of a factory. Kimura himself narrowly escaped the atomic bomb, but never saw his wife again¡ªhe left her at home after breakfast that day.
People near the explosion center never heard the explosion of the atomic bomb. As the distance increased, the sound of explosions gradually became audible, followed by violent vibrations. The sound heard more than ten kilometers away was like the thunder of earth shattering. The sound heard more than twenty kilometers away was first like a groan from a distant place, and then a rolling rumble.
Near Tokyo Bay, Kitayama Tadahiko believed that a nearby ammunition depot exploded. A few miles offshore, workers were salvaging a submarine "Mosquito Dragon" carrying four people that sank in the sludge on the seabed. They heard a "thunder". A moment later, they saw a Chinese fighter-bomber flying from the direction of Tokyo.
The atmosphere over Tokyo was stirred and churned by cosmic forces for a full quarter of an hour. Then huge raindrops began to fall. The water vapor brought up by the rising atomic cloud column is enough to condense into raindrops, which are stuck with radioactive dust and fall down in large dots.
This mysterious, terrifying, almost supernatural "black rain" scared the survivors out of their wits. Is this some kind of poisonous oil that sticks to the skin and slowly kills them? The raindrops hit half of the people, leaving gray traces, causing many people to wake up and begin to realize Tokyo has been hit by some unimaginable disaster.
Mrs. Tomita tried her best to protect the two-hour-old baby, but she was still soaked by the rain. The child had not cried since the explosion.
The deadly downpour soon turned into a hazy yellow drizzle, spreading northwest. There was almost no rain falling on the eastern side where the fire was raging. Dr. Yoshimasa Matsuzaka, a dermatologist and head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Corps, is trying to establish some order amidst the chaos.
He put on the police uniform that his wife snatched from his collapsed office. Regardless of the pain, he was supported by his son and hobbled towards the East District Police Station, holding a sun flag in his hand.
The appearance of this small group of strong-willed men - followed by Mrs. Matsuzaka and three nurses - calmed the crowd, and they set up a first-aid station in front of the police station - twelve hundred meters from the center of the explosion - where the burnt people A long queue immediately formed next to the ruins of the police station.
The home of Police Chief Toru Tanabe, less than half a mile from the police station, was completely destroyed. At this time, he was desperately trying to run to the bureau, but his way was blocked by the flow of thousands of refugees running out of the blast zone. When Tanabe arrived at the police station building, the building was already on fire. He immediately organized a bucket fire extinguishing team to extinguish the nearby "fire pond". Although half the building was on fire, Dr. Matsuzaka and his first aid team insisted on continuing to treat the wounded and urged them to seek refuge outside the city.
Throughout the city, furnace after furnace of charcoal fires rekindled the rubble. After the explosion, a whirlwind swept into the center of the explosion. It was so powerful that big trees were uprooted. This gust fanned thousands of sparks into a prairie fire, and the flames flew in all directions - it was really a monster's torch - and ripped off the corrugated roofs as if they were cardboard, The house was torn apart and the metal bridge became crooked. Telephone poles explode immediately when they catch fire.
In central Tokyo, four men staggered through the fire carrying a huge portrait of the emperor through the streets. The four men rescued the portrait from the Second Army's communications building and prepared to move it safely outside the city.
As soon as they saw the portrait, groups of numb refugees immediately shouted, "The Emperor's portrait!" The burned and bloody crowd immediately saluted or bowed to the portrait, while those who could not stand up clasped their hands in prayer.
When the portrait was carried to the river, a small boat was moored on the river. At this time, the huge pine tree had caught fire and turned into a huge torch. The injured Army soldiers waiting for first aid on the shore struggled to stand up and stood at attention to salute the portrait. The boat sailed up the river amidst the dancing sparks, heading towards a safe zone.
General Fujii, the commander-in-chief of the General Army, was burned to death in the headquarters in Tokyo within the first few minutes. However, the first-class soldier who was closer to the center of the explosion was still alive although he was hung on the nails of the roof beam. He struggled painfully from the nails. He came out and banged his head against the roof like a ram. Blood continued to flow down, covering his sight, but he finally broke through.
Thick clouds of smoke billowed around him. He knew that some irresistible force, like the hand of an avenging giant, had swept across the world.city. At the riverside, he saw dozens of wounded men jumping into the water crazily.
What are they doing? Is the red foam floating on the water blood? I kept telling myself to calm down as I went down the mountain. He is no stranger to disasters. He almost died in the Tokyo earthquake, the air raids in China, and the firebombing of Tokyo. He sailed up the river against the wind so that the fire behind him would not burn him.
A cavalry horse stood alone on the road. It was purple-red, and the explosion burned its skin off. It followed him a few steps staggeringly, as if begging for something. This bleak sight left him stunned, but he had to move forward.
There were about five or six army soldiers heading north along the coast, but it seemed that each of them was lonely and only thinking about their own survival. Some citizens who were almost naked tried to follow them, but the dull sound of the fire behind them became louder and louder, and the soldiers stepped up their pace, leaving the citizens far behind.
A few miles upstream, the river is neck-deep, and you can cross the river down the mountain. As he continued toward the outskirts of the city that had not been ravaged by atomic bombs, he was haunted by the thought that it was an atomic bomb.
He must rush home to see his daughter before dying from the consequences of the atomic bombing.
"Two years ago, one of his brothers-in-law told him that Japan was developing an atomic bomb. Oddly enough, there has been a lot of talk about the atomic bomb in the barracks over the past few days. If someone gets angry, they say, "He's like an atomic bomb."
He walked past dozens of horribly burned female students lying on both sides of the road. Skin hung like long ribbons over their faces, hands and legs.
They stretched out their hands to ask for water. However, what can he do? Ahead, villagers were applying pieces of watermelon to the wounds of living people, and transporting the most severely burned people to the first aid station in vegetable carts.
The sporadic news that first reached the underground of the Tokyo Imperial Palace only said that Tokyo had suffered an unprecedented disaster. The base camp hiding nearly a hundred meters underground wanted to contact the Communications Department of the Second General Army for more detailed information, but could not be contacted.
Because it was below 100 meters, those members of the base camp did not feel the nuclear radiation, only violent vibrations. The vibration was caused by the shock wave. A nuclear bomb with an equivalent of 200,000 tons would have an impact radius of about 600 meters underground. And a distance of 100 meters can just offset a large amount of nuclear radiation. If it were a megaton nuclear bomb, the results would be completely different.
Kido immediately informed the emperor that Tokyo had been razed to the ground by some kind of secret weapon.
"In this case, we must surrender to the inevitable," Hirohito said. He couldn't hide his pain. "No matter what happens to me personally, we must end the war as soon as possible. This tragedy must not be repeated." But both men agreed that the time for Hirohito to take action personally has not yet come.
In the afterglow of dusk, the fire gradually subsided. From a distance, Tokyo was very calm, like an army camping on a large scale. It was getting dark gradually, and the stars were surprisingly bright. The exodus stopped as people from outside came to the rescue.
Dr. Shigeto of the Red Cross Hospital, who narrowly escaped this catastrophe, returned to Tokyo. He went back and forth from aid station to aid station, each station telling him that water was harmful to people with burns. But on the contrary, he declared that water can wash away the toxins produced by burns in the internal organs. He put up a sign that read, "You can drink water. Dr. Kei Shigeto, deputy director of the Red Cross Hospital."
As he penetrated deeper into the ruined city, he found himself blocked by the still-smoldering ruins. Although there seemed to be no way out, a truck with a charcoal fire rumbled out from under the smoke, and the cab was filled with people. He recognized the driver as a brewer. He rushed from the suburbs with emergency food and wine, rushed through hell, and delivered things to customers, only to find that their hotels were all burned down.
Shigeto walked past the truck. "There's not even a trace of a living person here!" the driver shouted, "There's not even any livestock, why do we need a doctor?" Shigeto was pulled into the truck.
The doctor borrowed a bicycle to run the last mile home. Something unexpected happened, and he met a woman carrying a child on her back, wandering on the dark road. At the sight of him, the woman burst into hysterical weeping. It turned out to be his wife. In memory of him, she has lit a candle in front of the Buddhist altar in her home.
Outside the city, hundreds or even thousands of people are dying every hour, and the first aid station is helpless. Seven-year-old Shizuko Iura was about to die, but no one heard her cry or complain.
She kept asking for water. Her mother refused to listen to the caregiver's dissuasion and kept giving her drinks. Why not ease the pain of her death? "Dad is far away from us, in a dangerous place," Jingzi said when she saw her father in her hallucination, "Mom, you have to live. If we both die, dad will Very lonely."She said the names of all her relatives and friends, and when she counted her grandfather and grandmother, she said, "Grandpa and grandma are so kind to me." "She shouted "Daddy, Daddy" several times and then died.
¡°Perhaps one or two hundred thousand people died in Tokyo that day, with an equal number dying from burns, wounds, and radiation poisoning, the diseases of the atomic age. However, when detailed statistics were compiled a few years later, it was discovered that the number of people who died on the spot was three times higher than expected.
This nuclear bomb has a yield of less than 20,000 tons, even for the little boy in Hiroshima. The nuclear bomb China dropped on Tokyo was 200,000 tons. Although it looks ten times as powerful as the little boy, the power is not increased by ten times.
For example, a 100,000-ton nuclear bomb has an effective killing radius of 3.22 kilometers and an effective killing area of ??33 square kilometers. When it reaches one million tons, the effective killing radius is 6.93 kilometers and the effective killing area is 150 square kilometers.
The radius table of the damage (referring to immediate death or loss of combat effectiveness) to persons exposed on the ground caused by various factors when nuclear bombs of different magnitudes are air-blasted:
? 100,000-ton level: nuclear shock wave 1.15 kilometers; optical radiation 1.87 kilometers; penetrating nuclear radiation 1.48 kilometers;
Megaton level: nuclear shock wave 2.87 kilometers; optical radiation 5.60 kilometers; penetrating nuclear radiation 1.98 kilometers.
When a megaton nuclear bomb explodes on the ground, the shock wave will damage underground facilities with a radius of 4.8 kilometers.
It can be seen that the penetrating nuclear radiation of small-yield nuclear bombs is the most lethal, while the optical radiation of large-yield nuclear bombs is the most powerful.
The different killing effects mentioned above act on the human body at the same time, so the comprehensive killing radius of the nuclear bomb is larger than what is listed in the table above. The data on the killing radius of nuclear bombs with different yields on people in different conditions that everyone is most concerned about are as follows:
1,000-ton level: 0.85 kilometers; 10,000-ton level: 1.5 kilometers;
? 100,000 tons: 3.1 kilometers; one million tons: 6.3 kilometers;
10 million tons: 12 kilometers
The power of nuclear bombs and the killing radius do not increase in direct proportion. From the above table, we can find the law of growth in the power of nuclear bombs. Generally speaking, for every increase of one order of magnitude (x10), the killing radius will double. In other words, the killing radius of a 10-million-ton giant nuclear bomb is only four times that of a 100,000-ton nuclear bomb, and the killing area is only 16 times that.
Taking a 1-million-ton nuclear bomb as an example, its killing radius for people behind different concealments is as follows:
Exposed persons: 6.3 kilometers;
People in the trench: 3.6 kilometers;
Personnel in the tank: 2.8 kilometers;
People in bomb shelters: 1.2 kilometers;
Personnel in permanent fortifications: 0.76 kilometers.
Therefore, in a city, after a megaton nuclear bomb is air-blasted, people just behind a solid building will not die 4 kilometers away, while people in the subway can escape as long as they are 8-900 meters away.
However, what would it be like if a megaton nuclear weapon air explosion occurred in a super-large modern metropolis, such as New York, Washington, and the like.
ps: These data are not fancy and random. Therefore, if a war really breaks out, everyone should live with their destiny! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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