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Chapter 256 Fierce Sea and Air Battle IV

A life-or-death duel requires courage, courage, and luck.

Seeing his men being shot down like geese, and the remaining personnel flying away like frightened birds, Quino, who was in charge of air command, finally couldn't calm down. His father was undergoing artillery bombardment, and he had already emptied everything he had.

The only card you can play now is yourself.

Zhou Qingfeng, however, has always been hiding a skill. Three consecutive "excellent alertness" can buy him three seconds. Seeing his opponent's super performance, the ballistic trajectory of the heavy machine gun quickly approached the helicopter he was riding on, and he directly took out his own

trump card.

Three seconds are enough for Zhou Qingfeng to pour 300 rounds of bullets at his opponent. This wall of bullets can kill any unarmored target within a kilometer range. And the 'Beech' plane that was flying over was just hit by this.

The fatal wall was hit, and the head was bruised and bloody, the hit was shattered, and the hit was completely destroyed!

Perhaps it was the connection between father and son. Just when Quino launched a desperate attack, Santos in the frigate looked out from the bulletproof glass window of the bridge. He could not see anything clearly in the sky thousands of meters above, but suddenly a group of

The explosion of fire meant the loss of the aircraft.

Seeing the fire light up and a large number of debris bursting into the sky, Santos seemed to sense that his son had been beaten to death. He immediately yelled manically and finally ordered: "Turn around and attack the patrol boat. Order

Engine room, full speed!"

Santos, who had nowhere to vent his anger, could only cast his anger on the patrol boat that was attacking him. He abandoned his command work on the bridge and personally ran to the frigate's forward main gun to serve as a gunner.

At this moment, the butcher was also in a panic, because there were too many enemies rushing up, including more than 20 speedboats, including retired torpedo boats with a speed of more than 50 knots. This was simply unbearable!

"Who should we attack first? The torpedo boats?" As the tank commander, Butcher saw more than a dozen spray tracks coming through the waves in his peripheral vision device.

Zhou Qingfeng finally finished the threat from the sky and hurried to support the butcher. He cursed on the radio: "Fuck you, you run away. The main force of the enemy has been defeated by us, now let go

A kite can kill them too."

In addition to the 'Stinger

Zhou Qingfeng aimed at a torpedo boat that was advancing at high speed on the sea. This thing of hundreds of tons is used to fight bayonets on the sea, and it is very fast! Fortunately, the 'Rescue Eagle' can fly faster than the torpedo boat!

With a bang, the 'Javelin' was launched, locking firmly on the torpedo boat scurrying on the sea. More than ten seconds later, the warhead hit the target, and the armor-piercing warhead easily penetrated the opponent's hull and exploded, paralyzing it on the sea.

When Zhou Qingfeng launched an attack on the sea from the air, the enemies who originally tried to outflank the patrol boat "Eagle" immediately dispersed. However, these guys were scattered but not chaotic. They obviously have a stronger psychological quality than the hit-and-run pilots in the air.

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Especially when the frigate caught up and forced the helicopters away with its large amount of anti-aircraft firepower. Zhou Qingfeng did not dare to get closer to taste the opponent's 30mm anti-aircraft gun, so he could only shout on the radio

He said: "Butcher, if it doesn't work, you can jump into the sea. I can rescue you and Minsk."

With a bang, Zhou Qingfeng focused on clearing out a threatening torpedo boat, but the anti-aircraft firepower on the enemy frigate had already begun to fire at him, forcing Catalina to escape quickly.

The patrol boat "Eagle" was escaping at full speed of thirty-two knots, but it turned back while escaping. The butcher in the tank on the ship's deck laughed loudly and said: "How can Russian men be afraid of fighting? We have always been

Trade your life for honor!"

There were two blasts of artillery, and the tank and the frigate opened fire at the same time. Both sides had already approached the visual range of 5,000 meters. The two shells crossed in the air and quickly rushed to their respective targets.

On the frigate, the two main guns fired extremely quickly, but the human aiming accuracy was not high, so they could only try their luck on the bumpy sea. On the patrol boat, laser-guided shells from close range hit the frigate continuously, but the opponent really

Made of steel and iron, the grenade damaged a bunch of external facilities, but failed to silence the opponent.

After firing dozens of 76mm shells, Santos's gun crew was finally hit by one. The shell hit directly under the waterline of the patrol boat, blowing the engine room to pieces. The Eagle, which lost power, only

It could float on the water, so the crew jumped into the sea one after another.

The 'Abrams' fixed at the bow of the ship was still firing. It hit several rounds but found that it had no significant effect on the frigate. One grenade even directly hit the opponent's turret, but the opponent continued to fire after a minute and a half.

In desperation, Minsk shouted: "Change to armor-piercing bullets, don't use guidance, we will hit the opponent's turret ourselves."

The 'Eagle' was already parked on the sea and could not move, and a circle of speedboats and other speedboats surrounded it and opened fire with all their strength. In an instant, various holes were made in the hull. And the enemy frigates were still approaching, with two 70-guns

The six-millimeter main gun kept blasting, and the water spray could cover the patrol boat.

The 'Abrams' that was fixed to the bow of the ship became quiet instead. No matter how Elin Ellie said on the radio that she had locked the target, the two Russian fur bears in the tank remained unmoved.

"Aim on target to avenge my son. I must kill this ship." On the front main gun of the frigate, Santos, with red eyes, was personally directing the gun crew to lift a large amount of ammunition from the cabin. Five in a row.

The seventy-six-millimeter artillery shells kept firing.

The artillery crew were all retired veterans recruited by Santos from the Cuban Navy, and they were particularly obedient to Santos, who was originally a general. But just as they were beating the Eagle more and more badly, the opposite tank placed on the bow suddenly opened fire.

An M829A4 fin-stabilized discarding sabot projectile flew over.

The slender depleted uranium rod core passed over a distance of more than two thousand meters at several times the speed of sound, and hit the frigate's front main gun in a breath. The front main gun turret withstood the explosion of the grenade, but it failed to withstand the explosion of the grenade, which could penetrate several

100 mm armor-piercing warhead.

The depleted uranium rod core with the self-sharpening effect was shot into the turret and immediately disintegrated and flew into terrifying high-speed fragments. It was like a bang in the ears. When Santos' head was buzzing and he turned around, there were more than ten people behind him.

The entire gun crew fell into a pool of blood.

As the first gunner, Santos luckily avoided this armor-piercing bullet. His ears were bleeding and his brain was buzzing. He stumbled down from the gun position and could no longer drive the main gun.

"Damn bastards, you owe another blood debt! I won't let you go."


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