The crew members who escaped from the previous Murasame-class destroyer were unlucky again. Some were hit by debris from the plane and died on the spot, some were blown away by the explosion, and some were burned to death.
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"Da da da da..."
In another helicopter, countless bullets were shot from the spiral muzzle, hitting Qin Lang in a large area.
Just when the driver was licking his lips, thinking that he could shoot this sudden monster, he found that all the bullets he fired hit a layer of cyan light, and then bounced back like a rain curtain.
"No……"
The pilot shouted loudly, and all the bullets returned along the same path, faster than the ones fired just now, and they all hit the helicopter he was driving.
'Boom...'
The plane's fuel tank was pierced by these inverted bullets, and the plane exploded immediately, turned into a cloud of smoke, and quickly fell toward the sea.
"Long live the Empire, long live the spirit of Bushido!"
The pilot of another helicopter saw this scene and did not dare to shoot again. He simply gritted his teeth and shouted, flew the helicopter at high speed, and crashed into Qin Lang.
It’s better to be broken into pieces than to be broken into pieces!
The Bushido spirit of the Japanese people is extremely cruel. However, before the high-speed helicopter flew to Qin Lang's side, the pilot saw a thick stick directly penetrated the glass of the cockpit and hit him hard.
The pilot vomited blood and died on the spot, and when he was about to die, he saw the stick lifted up, carrying the fifteen-ton heavy helicopter through an arc, and collided with a Murasame-class destroyer
go!
He picked it up so easily, just like picking up a rag bag. With one pick and flick, he threw the helicopter hundreds of meters away!
'boom……'
The Murasame-class destroyer that had just been prepared was directly hit by a helicopter on the bridge, smashing all the huge masts in one fell swoop. The power system immediately made a whimpering and shattering sound, and the entire battleship shook a few times!
"Immediately and intensively attack without distinction. We must not let him continue!"
On the Kongo-class battleship, the predecessor of the Kirishima, where Tsukamu Murakami is located, once participated in the attack on Pearl Harbor. After being modified, it is still serving in the Japanese battle fleet. Its artillery power is fully modern equipment, equipped with
The ship-based vertical launch system can fire dozens of artillery shells at the same time.
'Whoosh whoosh whoosh...'
Following Murakami Tsukamu's order, all kinds of artillery and rockets were released!
"A bunch of nasty mosquitoes!"
Qin Lang spat in disgust, and then swung the ice stick in his hand, and knocked down a rocket with one stick. Then he picked it up, and a shell was swept out by him and fell into Wakkanai Port, blasting out the ground.
A pit with a diameter of more than ten meters was formed.
Another rocket was fired into Wakkanai Port, causing a seven-story building to collapse.
Qin Lang used his left stick one after another to knock down all the cannonballs in the sky!
"How...how is this possible?"
Murakami Tsukamu just saw with his own eyes that Qin Lang was blown away by a rocket launcher, but now under this indiscriminate bombardment like raindrops, not only was the guy not blown away, but he did not move at all, using only a stick to kill these
All the shells were knocked down!
What is that stick made of? Even if it is made of steel, it should have melted after being bombarded by so many cannonballs, but it has not even been bent, and has not even left any traces. Is this still a human being? This stick is still
Is it the material of this world?
Tsukamu Murakami found that his brain was no longer sufficient, and everything he saw was beyond his cognitive scope.
Three months ago, the Chinese Grandmaster named Yu Zhanhai had given him an unprecedented shock. Three months later, the killing god in front of him no longer gave him shock, but terror!
How did he know that Qin Lang wanted to test the power of these rockets before, so he resisted the rocket.
He found that although these cannonballs could not hurt him, the huge force generated could still knock him away. From this point of view, these cannonballs still posed some threat to him.
However, with Qin Lang's current strength, he did not need to resist these shells at all. He easily deflected all the shells, then stepped into the void and flew toward the King Kong-class battleship Murakami Tsukamu.
"Quick, quick, second round of indiscriminate attacks! Fire!"
Murakami Tsukamu was so frightened by Qin Lang's majestic appearance that he screamed and ordered with all his strength!
The self-defense team members in the entire battleship could no longer care about the shock. If they continued to be shocked, they might be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks by this murderous god.
'Boom boom boom...'
Another round of intensive artillery fire was fired, shooting out less than 300 meters away from Qin Lang.
At such a close distance, as long as one hits him, it can delay the fighter plane, right?
Tsukamu Murakami has reported the situation to Lieutenant General Oshima Chuuji. He believes that Oshima Chuuji will find help immediately. The last time Yu Zhanhai came, the empire dispatched a grand master, Taiji Masugine. Although
In the end, he was seriously injured by Yu Zhanhai, but he also forced Yu Zhanhai away.
Tsukamu Murakami now hopes that the empire can send a few more grandmasters. Although grandmasters are a scarce resource, it is better than having all the warships in the military port in front of them destroyed.
"The third round of indiscriminate attacks, don't stop! Shoot all the cannonballs at me! Shoot all the cannonballs! I don't believe it, this guy can't be killed!"
Tsukamu Murakami slapped the podium desperately, wishing he could turn into a cannonball and blow up Qin Lang to death!
"No, General, the enemy is firing! Run!"
One of the self-defense members threw away his console and rushed to Tsukamu Murakami's side.
"Asshole, what's the matter with firing a cannon? Where did he get the shells from!"
Murakami Tsukamu angrily scolded and looked out through the screen. He saw Qin Lang in the air actually treating the black stick as a golden hoop, twisting his hands rapidly in the middle!
The airflow generated by twisting the stick is actually greater than the airflow generated by the propeller of a helicopter!
No, it's not that big, it's even more powerful than the strongest tornado Murakami Tsukamu has ever seen!
The airflow was so strong that it could affect the impact of the cannonballs. The cannonballs flying in mid-air were like fallen leaves in the wind under this strong wind, and they were all swept back!
The powerful hurricane blew over, not only blowing back the cannonballs, but also shaking the 10,000-ton giant ship.
"God, is this still the power of man? This is the power of God!"
Tsukamu Murakami felt that his mind went blank, and then all the indiscriminate attack shells he ordered returned, together with the shells that had just been fired from the third round, blasting the Kongo-class Aegis destroyer into several pieces!
Not to mention, the God of Death seemed to be extremely unhappy with the three intensive attacks just now. He took the stick and smashed it down one by one, smashing the entire giant ship into several pieces of scrap metal.
Under this divine power, Tsukamu Murakami merged with his beloved battleship and became a pool of blood and mud!
Qin Lang vented his anger and patted the battleship into pieces of scrap metal, then turned to look at the Izumo-class helicopter destroyer not far away!
"The God of Death is here!"
"It's broken, he's coming!"
"What to do, quickly, launch missiles!"
"Asshole, if you launch a missile here, the entire Wakkanai will be destroyed!"
The entire Fourth Self-Defense Force was in a state of shock, anxiety, and annoyance. Everyone watched helplessly as Qin Lang waved the indestructible iron rod, smashing the waist of a giant battleship into pieces, and then struck again.
The stick was smashed into scrap metal.
All artillery shells, rockets, firearms and ammunition, vertical launch systems, and power systems were all like rubbish in front of this demon, being smashed to pieces.
Everyone in Wakkanai Port felt despair, a kind of helpless despair.
This kind of despair means that you are helplessly watching the opponent smash you, but you are unable to resist, and you can't even be killed by a cannonball. What can ordinary people like them do?
After Qin Lang smashed one of the only two Izumo-class battleships in the entire Japanese country, more than half of the entire Fourth Self-Defense Force had been damaged.
At this time, on a military plane that was rushing to Tokyo, Lieutenant General Oshima, who had successfully killed the Chinese Grand Master, was on his way to Tokyo to report on his work, drinking wine and enjoying the adoring eyes of the beautiful stewardess on the crew. (Unfinished)