The hit on the first cruiser was regarded as an accident.
However, the next four ships were accurately hit, and then either were seriously damaged or sank, and their speeds were reduced one after another. In order to rescue them, the pursuit speed of the entire formation was greatly reduced.
No one thinks this situation is accidental anymore.
"It's impossible. How can a horizontal bomb be dropped so accurately?" Albert, a black man, said in surprise.
"Obviously, there were aliens on the five planes that dropped bombs accurately. This information is wrong. Historically, all aliens in South America were bribed, and no one participated in this war." Charmian, the white man, held his chin and thought carefully.
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"Could it be that the two mutants personally flew the plane to attack? Impossible, this is just a game scene, they would never dare to take such a big risk!"
Black Albert said firmly,
"Chinese people are all greedy for life and afraid of death, especially the current aliens. Not many of them are willing to go to the battlefield. They all like to huddle behind, and their inspectors also encourage them to huddle behind. What is this called worshiping Wenyi?
Wu... As long as the peace lasts for a long time, they will do this."
"You're right, but in any case, those five planes are definitely related to them. Maybe they used some kind of mysterious skill that lasts for a long time and is similar to sniping."
Charmian, the white man, almost guessed the truth. He said pessimistically,
"We may be losing. Now that the mysterious power of the aliens on our side has been exhausted, it is impossible to effectively fight against the aircraft thousands of meters above the ground. And now they are using kite flying tactics to injure us first and run away.
The fastest ship, and then gradually destroy us. If a 1,000-kilogram aerial bomb hits these thin-skinned and high-speed cruisers, it will basically be seriously injured or sunk."
"They retreated so quickly! These bastards were mixed in with a lot of planes, and they wanted to use other planes to cover them! After dropping the bombs, they ran away. With such a fast action, they will definitely come back for a second round.
, the third round!" Albert, the black man, gritted his teeth and looked at the sky.
I saw dozens of aircraft in the sky turning around and leaving in a dark mass. Because they dropped bombs at high altitude, they suffered very little loss. Only a few unlucky ones were unfortunately hit, but they were still able to fly back.
The anti-aircraft guns of this era have very low accuracy if they hit targets that are too high. Otherwise, the battleships would not quickly withdraw from the ocean stage.
Charmian thought for a moment and said, "Well, fortunately they didn't dispatch those 5 planes at the beginning. This gave us a chance. Now we still have about twenty high-speed cruisers on hand, which can also support 4-wheelers and 4-wheelers."
With enough time, our high-speed formation may be able to catch up with their aircraft carrier fleet."
"No, this is too passive. We must find some way to gather those aliens." Albert, the black man, said.
"They have already started gathering, let's go there too." Charmian looked at the largest heavy cruiser, which was sending out signals.
Soon they took a speedboat and arrived at the command room of the heavy cruiser.
A dozen white heterogeneous people gathered together.
Charmian glanced at these dummies with some unreal figures, and he understood that these should be spiritual bodies, the kind of intelligent spiritual bodies.
But who infused them with memories, and who allowed them to perfectly play the corresponding NPCs in historical scenes?
This person must not be a human being. Human beings are not that powerful.
Even the master-level aliens are far from being able to do this. They are like those genius scientists. They are very powerful and talented in a certain aspect, but they cannot cover everything. On the contrary, many geniuses are stupid... buy
All the dishes are miscalculated.
The manipulator behind the scenes is either God or Satan.
Just as he was thinking about it, an old white man said, "It seems that we are going to fail. In that case, let's prepare to retreat. Ordinary people will die if they die. We can't stay here."
No one objected.
Charmian smiled bitterly, yes, his character is exactly the same as that of America's mutant.
If they said anything about "living and dying with the ship", he would be worried about whether there was some conspiracy, whether they wanted to deliberately harm the two outsiders and do evil things like absorbing strength and souls. p>
"No, the Chinese can send out aliens to fight against a bunch of mud. We Americans must not give in, we must suppress them completely!" Albert, the black man, couldn't help but retort.
The old white man looked at him with a hint of disgust in his eyes, "Black bastard, you have no place to speak here!"
"What did you say?" Albert, a black man, was furious, "I am an American citizen and I have the right to speak!"
"Bang!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked hard and fell to the ground. It turned out that a young white man next to him kicked him hard on the knee.
He forgot that it was only 1931, and even in 80 years it would still be the same.
"Stop! He is our compatriot!" Charmian was shocked and quickly stood in front of the other party.
"Trash! It's because of you soft-hearted trash that we cause so much trouble!" The old white man waved his hand at the others.
More than a dozen mutants swarmed forward and subdued the two men, black and white.
Albert, the black man, shouted, "What are you going to do?"
No one answered, they just looked at him coldly.
Charmian was horrified, and he suddenly remembered that this battle had another name in history, called the "Cleaning Battle."
This is a battle fought by a group of white supremacists who reject even Latinos, let alone black people.
He made a mistake...
He should study history well. What is regrettable is that he received a happy education when he was young, so his history results are very poor.
He was able to obtain the alien species only because he showed corresponding talents and was adopted by a rich man.
He immediately begged, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please give me a chance to correct it."
Albert, a black man, was shocked and angry at the moment, "What are you talking about? Partner, you are not at fault, it is them who are at fault."
"Shut up, you bastard, I'm just using you. Do you think we have a common language with you? Fool, you are an idiot. You are just a bit talented in physical strength. I am just using you as a cheap bodyguard."
"Charmian yelled at him.
"You, you bastard!" Albert, a black man, was furious. He was betrayed by his trusted companion. This feeling is absolutely painful.
However, after the pain, comes greater fear.
"Put this guy into a naval gun and shoot him out. Our great America doesn't need these dirty things!" the old white man said with an indifferent expression.
Charmian felt a chill in his heart. It turns out that this is the case. There is actually a murderous intention hidden in the scene.
If you really treat it as a war game, you are seeking death!
Their real opponents are not the Chinese people, but the people around them.
If the war fails, the two of them will be trash, and the trash will naturally be cleaned up. He is white and still has the qualifications to survive, and the other black partner will be killed...
He remained silent and watched as Albert, a black man, was carried away while cursing and yelling.
"Well, I see that you still have some remorse, so I will spare you this time. Remember, America is the city of God, a place of purity, a land of whiteness, and filth will never be allowed to exist for a long time." The old white man said to Charmy.
He lowered his head and said.
"Yes, yes, I have remembered your teachings. I will definitely fulfill your will when I go out this time." Charmian nodded repeatedly.
Although he secretly cursed in his heart, weren’t black people trafficked from Africa by your ancestors? You really think they are willing to come...
I am living a good life, but I don’t need your rescue.
But speaking these rational, neutral and objective words would mean death, and of course he could not say them.
The old white man nodded, and then asked someone to release him from control.
