The two collided and suddenly exploded a few meters away from the sea, forming a huge fireball. The turbulent water was violently impacted and rolled up huge waves.
"No, I don't want to die."
"How could the great Japanese Empire be defeated by a bunch of China pigs?"
Wow.
The screams stopped suddenly, and dozens of people on the deck were swept away by the huge waves and disappeared instantly. The destroyer flying the Japanese flag was shaking constantly, as if it was about to topple at any time.
Woo woo woo.
Thunder Ghost fighter jets roared in one after another, flying through the sky full of firelight and gunpowder smoke. At this moment, they looked at life with a smile. There was nothing to fear about life and death. In the eyes of the Chinese soldiers, there was nothing but killing. In this spirit
Under the stimulation, the Huaxia fleet is like a group of moths rushing towards the light. The light can certainly burn the moths to death, but what about when thousands of moths are dispatched?
At this moment, the little devils were scared. These ferocious little devils were frightened to the core. They seemed to have returned to the era of smoke and flesh and blood, as if they saw a dozen national warriors trying to kill each other on their own.
Fighting with thousands of enemies, climbing mountains of swords, falling into seas of fire, and jumping into oil pans, they remained unmoved. The unyielding spirit of a nation was vividly reflected in them and displayed almost perfectly.
"These Chinese people have changed. They are no longer weaklings."
"How is it possible? Isn't China corrupt? Their military is also extremely corrupt. How can it still have such combat effectiveness?"
"No, the Yamato nation will not lose. Interesting Academy"
One by one, the little devils screamed in surprise.
And more of the little devils were silent. Seeing the heroic spirit of the Huaxia fleet, which looked at death as if it were home and proud of the world, for some reason, a strange sense of surrender suddenly surged in their hearts, and they didn't know how to deal with their opponents.
When fighting, you are not afraid of not being beaten to death, but you are afraid of not being afraid of death.
The commander of Japan's first aircraft carrier battle group, Kurai Koji, had a dull and despairing look on his face. In just such a short moment, Japan's strongest first fleet almost suffered a disaster. The Aito was finished, Suzu
The Gu is under control, one of the four King Kong-class destroyers is left floating on the water, and all the frigates in the outer circle are also disabled.
Boom boom.
Looking at the splendid fireworks, the billowing smoke, and watching the elite soldiers of the Japanese Empire being blown into pieces, his heart sank to the bottom little by little. Half an hour ago, he was still confident and led the army.
With the Armada of the Japanese Empire, he was about to sweep across Southeast Asia and recreate the glory of World War II. However, it turned out to be like this in the blink of an eye. He had the feeling that the victory he had just seen was gone with the wind.