In the violent muzzle flames, the 120mm laser-guided artillery shell detached from the barrel, the eight front and rear projectile wings spread out, and began to enter the mid-stage inertial guidance state. Firing the artillery shell at a high trajectory is purely a matter of luck. Maybe the artillery shell can
It flew very far, but only God knows whether the landing point can be corrected!
The distance of seven nautical miles is almost 13 kilometers, which is far beyond the detection range of the Abrams fire control system. Although the maximum range of the artillery shell may be able to reach this distance, don't worry about the accuracy.
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Neither Butcher nor Minsk knew exactly where their shells hit. They just shot in a general direction. At the moment, they can only see whether the drone's laser guidance can correct the distance deviation at the end.
No one on the battlefield knew whether firing like this could hit the target? Even Zhou Qingfeng could only pray to God, praying that the radar of the shabby frigate could detect a larger target position due to its age and disrepair, so that it might be possible to patrol.
Boat had a chance to escape, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to collect the body for the butcher.
In the bridge of the frigate, Santos was very proud of the current situation. In his opinion, although the aircraft's reconnaissance was blocked at the beginning, the enemy's position was already clear. Individual air defense missiles can deal with small aircraft, but they cannot deal with them.
Warship. As for a helicopter, there is no anti-ship missile, so there is no need to be afraid of it.
"Accelerate, accelerate, we have to rush to Mars Harbor, but we can't let those two big ships get away again. We will definitely win this time! As for the patrol boat trying to attack us, don't worry about it, it is very fast
It will be sunk by naval guns." Santos is very confident. Although his frigate is a bit old, it can still do the job.
However, this confidence did not last for half a minute. Suddenly, there was a loud roar of thunder, and there was an earth-shattering shaking in the bridge of the frigate. Santos, who was sitting tall and steady, fell from the chair during the shaking, and his nose was hit hard.
on the floor.
The General, who was suffering from a bloody nose, finally managed to stabilize his body, stood up and cursed: "What's going on? We were shot?"
The duty officer quickly asked the damage control team, but no one could explain what was going on. Finally, Santos ran out of the bridge on his own, and saw that the upper part of the bridge was blackened by the high temperature of the explosion, and there were various piles of debris.
The antenna was twisted and twisted, but the key was that the fire control radar on top was blown up and completely disappeared.
What a fool! Where did the shelling come from? There are no warships around! The closest thing to me is a patrol boat, and the patrol boat will not be equipped with artillery!
Mr. Santos was instantly confused - there is only one fire control radar for the main gun on my ship! If this is destroyed, how will we survive in the future? And it is so fragmented that there is no chance to even repair it.
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There was no radar to provide target data, and the two 76mm main guns at the front and rear of the frigate soon stopped firing. The gun crew ran out of the turret and looked at the black smoke coming from the top of their warship. They were all dumbfounded.
Without radar, we have to rely on visual bombardment, and we are suddenly back to the era of dreadnoughts! Firing cannons depends entirely on luck. If you can hit one or two out of a hundred shells, you are considered well-trained. And the cannon in Santos' hands now
The team could barely fire out the shells.
It’s just that Santos’ side was stunned, but Zhou Qingfeng’s side burst into cheers. The sisters Irene and Ellie, who were responsible for guiding the artillery shells, hugged each other directly and kissed each other to boost morale. But Zhou Qingfeng learned that this piece of shit was lucky
A super long-range shot actually hit the target accurately, and he also teased on the radio: "Butcher, you can't die!"
Butcher and Minsk were also feeling numb in their hearts, because their opponent's two main guns fired dozens of shells in an instant, and the shots became more accurate and closer, and they could be knocked out at any time.
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But now, as soon as they heard that their blind shot had killed the opponent's most important fire control radar, the two big men roared in the crowded tank turret, "Fuck it, fuck it, keep fucking it, keep fighting it."
Fuck it until it dies!"
So after the two bear-like men endured a hellish time, a powerful battle broke out. They fired five shots at the frigate Santos was riding.
But the subsequent five cannons were not so lucky. Because the distance was too far, even with the laser guidance of the drone, the shells' wings could not be corrected. Only one shell hit, and the 'Koni' class ship was hit.
The 30mm anti-aircraft secondary gun on one side of the frigate was blown to pieces.
But even so, Santos was frightened. Seeing the continuous water columns exploding on both sides of the ship, he immediately understood that this must be the work of the enemy patrol boat.
"The speedboats and torpedo boats are rushing towards the enemy's patrol boat. We must sink it!" Santos knew that he had to sink or drive away the troublesome patrol boat, and the other party's long-distance bombardment capability didn't matter.
The drone in the sky is performing relay guidance.
"Quino, shoot down the enemy's drone. It is guiding artillery shells to attack us." Santos could only count on his son now.
In the sky, Quino also adjusted his formation again. A dozen small planes no longer clustered together, but launched a centripetal attack from multiple directions on one fan, making Zhou Qingfeng too busy.
"This helicopter must be destroyed, otherwise my father will not survive, and neither will you." Quino forced his men to rush forward, while he himself supervised the battle from behind.
Facing enemies from multiple directions, Catalina, who was in charge of driving, also began to use all her strength. She couldn't fight with speed, so she could only use her maneuverability. "Victor, hurry up!"
Two 1,600-horsepower turboshaft engines give the hh-60h helicopter super maneuverability. Under Catalina's extreme driving, this 'Rescue Eagle' made all kinds of incredible moves on the sea level.
And Zhou Qingfeng was responsible for knocking his opponent out of the sky amidst all kinds of spins. He roared with thunderous anger: "Katerina, can't you be more steady? I can't lock the target!"
"If we hold on tight, both of us will be doomed." Catalina gritted her teeth. She circled at an altitude of three thousand meters, constantly dealing with the small aircraft that stung like bees. She clung to the position responsible for guiding the artillery shells.
of drones.
Under the condition of super maneuverability, Zhou Qingfeng could no longer use the 'Stinger X' and could only use the M134 to spit bullets at 6,000 rounds per minute. In the fierce exchange of fire, the two extremely fierce people cooperated and shot down five attempts in succession.
The enemy planes that attack them. Especially Zhou Qingfeng's characteristic that the more he kills, the stronger his abilities become, which is enough to make anyone fearful.
At the end of the battle, all the small planes were driven away and could no longer be gathered together. Zhou Qingfeng took a breath and was already covered in sweat. He saw a 'Beach' with a single wing rushing towards him at high speed.
Came over.
Through the glass window, he could see the angry eyes of the other party, and seeing the madness of the other party's firing, Zhou Qingfeng instantly recognized that this was the opponent who had shot him down. He straightened the M134 in his hand coldly, calmly