The w90 self-propelled howitzer is a heavy weapon that was born at the wrong time. If it had been born ten years earlier, it would definitely have become the main equipment of the Chinese artillery. If it had been born twenty years earlier, it would have been a powerful weapon in the military that shocked the enemy. If it had been born earlier, it would have become the main weapon of the Chinese artillery.
Fifty years after its birth, it is no exaggeration to say that it is the god of war.
It's a pity that this kind of powerful heavy equipment fell behind the times after it was developed, because the world war model was changed. Attacks were launched from the air, precision-guided weapons became popular, and electronic technology developed rapidly. The god of war was left alone.
Zhou Qingfeng indeed transported the W90 self-propelled howitzer disguised as cargo after the cargo ship entered Japanese waters. When the car body with a thick and long barrel and weighing more than ten tons appeared in the wilderness of the wasteland, a copy
A rough and ferocious aura of killing arose spontaneously, and this god of war seemed to come to life.
After six years of development in the real world, the w90 has condensed the efforts and sweat of countless military personnel. It is the only large-caliber heavy howitzer in China. However, it failed sadly and could only be sent to the military museum after a series of tests.
It has been exposed to wind and sun and is of no use at all.
But now, the w90, which had high hopes, has finally found a world where it can show off its skills. The air force in the wasteland is basically finished. Even if it develops again in the future, it will only be able to significantly regress to the technological level of several decades without a large number of supporting facilities.
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It's like giving you an i7 CPU, but all the accessories are destroyed, and you can only dig out a 286 motherboard from the garbage dump. You should be glad that you haven't completely returned to the 8086 era. 286 has entered the PC after all.
The era, 8086, it was the era of industrial computers.
With the air power greatly reduced, the heavy artillery naturally survived the desperate situation. Zhou Qingfeng happily drove the W90's body in the direction of Merida City, put down the huge gun hoe to stabilize the body, and then put the separated grenade warheads and No. 1
The cartridge is loaded into the gun chamber.
Then..., there is trouble!
To fire a gun, two basic problems need to be solved. First, you must know where you are, and secondly, you must know where the target is. To put it bluntly, you need to know the precise position and distance of the target relative to yourself. If you don't know these parameters, firing a gun is just a fool's errand.
But now, Zhou Qingfeng could only estimate that he was about five kilometers away from the city of Merida, but he was blind as to where he was. This problem was originally solved by "Dog Meat", because "Dog Meat" has
Laser gyroscope.
The laser gyro can provide fairly accurate positioning information when the GPS satellite is lost. After moving more than a thousand kilometers, the error is within a hundred meters. This is why Zhou Qingfeng wants to call "Dog Meat" back - no'
Dogmeat, he doesn't even know where he is?
But 'Dogrou' hasn't arrived yet, and it hasn't even entered within ten kilometers of Zhou Qingfeng, which is the maximum distance that the armband computer can communicate with it.
What should I do then... Wait?
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time. Thirty-five minutes had passed since he escaped from the bedroom of the Governor's Mansion. Although it was still some time before the hour Gesar had agreed with him, he would not think that there was no lower limit.
Bastards really have an hour of patience. I'm afraid half an hour is already the limit.
Thinking about his eighteen flower-like little maids, although the relationship between the two parties is average, Zhou Qingfeng feels that he has the responsibility to save the beautiful girls in this world. After all, women are the weak now, a scarce resource, and must be protected.
You think what I said is right! This is political correctness, okay? So Zhou Qingfeng decided to fire a test shot to warm up the barrel of the gun!
Estimate, estimate, probably, maybe, maybe, like, maybe, Zhou Qingfeng finally raised the barrel of the gun high, imagining that he was probably aiming at the square in the center of Merida. It is about two kilometers away from the Governor's Palace, even if it is a little off, it should be
It's not too far away, right?
Zhou Qingfeng probably thought about it for a while, and gritted his teeth for the last time and pressed the cannon button. Hearing a boom, thunder exploded in the originally quiet wilderness, the ground shook, and the muzzle flames shot up more than ten meters high. The whole world seemed to be shattered.
He was shaking. He wore headphones and opened his mouth, but he was still frightened by the huge earthquake!
The 203mm gun barrel of the w90 is really much stronger than the 130mm m46. There is no comparison between the two. The 23-liter super large medicine chamber is really too perverted and inhumane!
But when the smoke from the muzzle dissipated a little, Zhou Qingfeng looked at the sky in confusion. Shooting at close range can only shoot high trajectories, and the projectiles will fly in the air for a while, but the question is where will this shell land? He said
I can only pray secretly, but please don’t fly around, just hit some flowers and plants!
At this moment in the Governor's Mansion, Gesar knocked heavily on the door of Zhou Qingfeng's bedroom, and could faintly hear the screams of girls coming from behind the door. He quickly laughed and asked the subordinates behind him:
"Did you hear that? It seemed like those little poor things were screaming. I guess they were scared to death."
A bunch of mercenaries are making noises. They are scumbags who licked blood with their swords and created countless deaths. Now they are enjoying the terror they spread. The crying, pleading, and howling of the weak are part of their lives.
"And the Governor, he may be hiding in bed and shivering, praying to God to save him." A mercenary also deliberately imitated a trembling posture, which caused a burst of laughter.
"I like your joke, let's test it." Gesar couldn't stop laughing. When he pushed the door, it couldn't be pushed open. Then he drew his gun and fired two bullets at the door lock.
The copper lock was blown away, revealing a hole, and now the panicked screams could be heard more clearly from the bedroom. Gesar laughed again: "I guess they are looking for a place to hide everywhere.
And I love this game. I'll fuck them wherever I find them."
The mercenaries who were standing outside the door gathered around, each with a lewd smile on their face, and were gearing up to think about how to have fun later. But Gesar pushed the door open again, and it couldn't be pushed open until it was halfway open.
"These little bitches never get any better, and a wardrobe can't stop us."
Gesar waved, and a mercenary with a shotgun came forward with a sinister smile, and fired three shots at the door. After the low gunshots, the thick wooden door was smashed hard.
After opening a big hole, Gesar kicked hard and broke the door completely.
The room was already filled with screams and cries. Eighteen little maids were shivering and huddled together. The leader, a slightly older girl, was holding a revolver in her hand.
But the revolver was not pointed at Gesar. The tearful girl pointed the gun at her head, shook her head stubbornly and said: "I won't let you bastards touch me. I would rather die than let him."
Tortured by you."
Following Gesar, a group of mercenaries with guns and ammunition came in one after another. Seeing the girls' weak resistance, someone whistled and laughed: "It doesn't matter if you die, we can also play with the corpses."
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Hahaha..., the laughter seemed to come from hell. Gesar and his group were as scary as demons. They walked forward unsteadily, feeling that a feast was right in front of them.
As the leader, Gesar asked sarcastically, "Where is our Governor? Doesn't he come to greet us guests?"
As soon as these words were said, His Excellency the Governor’s ‘greeting’ really came!
A loud explosion sounded outside the window, and the whole ground shook. The windows burst instantly, the curtains were torn into rags and flew around, and the floor bounced unstable. All the mercenaries immediately fell down, burying their heads in their hands, terrified.
The color of the sky and the earth changes, the sun and the moon lose light. This is the end of the doomsday, the disaster of disasters. The floating soil on the ground explodes into the sky, and tens of thousands of fragments are flying in all directions. No one can still stand, and within the scope of the explosion, all living things
Everyone must maintain a minimum of respect for these powerful cannonballs made by humans.
The heroes bowed their heads, the women and children were emboldened, and everything they touched was unmatched. This power is too strong, too strong, this is an extremely violent explosion, this is the pride of a thick pipe, this is the roar of the god of war!
This cannonball falling from the sky... blew up Zhou Qingfeng's own home!