MacArthur and Bly stared at Liu Shiba as if they were mentally retarded.
God! What is this guy talking about?
Could it be that you have watched too many TV series? Do you really think that machine guns and rifles can bring down airplanes?
An airplane that can be shot down with bullets must be made of paper. No matter what kind of airplane it is, no matter how low it flies, can bullets penetrate just those few layers of aviation aluminum alloy steel plates?
However, behind Liu Shiba, a little old man appeared, wearing greasy gray overalls.
This person is an experienced driver. According to Liu Shiba's wishes, he sent a sample.
MacArthur and Blair looked at Liu Shiba dumbly, took off a huge pistol from his waist, put it on a black iron pipe given by the old driver, and then fired a shot into the sky...
"boom!"
The huge roar frightened Blair back three steps.
Then a pile of feathers scattered in the air, and dozens of geese flying thousands of meters high were blown to pieces by a single shot.
"My God."
MacArthur, Blair said to himself.
Liu Shiba glanced at the old driver lightly and said softly:
"How many barrels of this kind of gun have been modified?"
The old driver chuckled and said:
"This kind of steel pipe is a ready-made item in the Baofeng warehouse. I don't know how many years it has been there.
It should be the scrapped exhaust pipes from the prototype machine before our fighter jet was modified. A total of one hundred pipes were modified.
Except for the pilots, the rest of the soldiers and our scattered personnel just have one hand, and this one is yours."
Liu Shiba nodded with a smile and said:
"Are the soldiers ready? Where are the fighter jets? How many have been modified?"
The veteran driver smiled proudly and said:
"Of course it's much faster to have help. I have to say that the American ground staff are professional. We have a total of forty carrier-based aircraft, all of which have been modified."
"Is it possible to carry out close-range assaults under water? How is the sealing performance?"
Zheng Weida's eyes flashed. As a naval officer, he had unusual enthusiasm for carrier-based aircraft.
Regardless of what the forty aircraft in the storm are, they are called carrier-based aircraft.
"No problem, each one has been sealed and modified. An underwater assault of two to three miles only requires time to level up and breathe, which is enough."
After the old driver finished speaking, he waved his hands and turned around and left.
MacArthur and Blair stared at the hand cannon with a barrel in Liu Shiba's hand, twitched the corners of his mouth, pointed at himself and said:
"Didn't you say that everyone has one hand? What about me? I don't have any weapons now..."
Liu Shiba hesitated for a moment, then threw the hand cannon to MacArthur. Blair said:
"This is yours."
MacArthur and Blair happily held the hand cannon, looked left and right, and asked casually:
"How far is the design distance and how much power is there?"
Liu Shiba grinned and gritted his teeth and said:
"After installing the barrel, the shooting range is three kilometers, and the power can punch a submarine through.
Three consecutive shots hitting the same steel beam can directly sink..."
"Mai Gao..."
MacArthur, Blair's eyes widened and he gestured with his gun.
"Woo!"
Lao Hei, who was squatting at the feet of Liu Shiba, looked at MacArthur and Blair warily, and whimpered a warning.
Blair was frightened by Old Hei. He took a few steps back before turning his head and looking into the air and said:
"The fighter group is here...I'm going to prepare for the battle."
The first batch of long-distance support troops from the United States finally arrived in the waters near Guam after realizing that the Guam signal was lost.
Holding a telescope, Liu Shiba looked at the group of fighter jets appearing in the distant sky.
Most of the entire fleet are F15s, America's fourth-generation fighter jets, with more than a hundred in the lead.
The whole sky roared, and hundreds of fighter jets suddenly dispersed in a battle formation, rushing toward the small mountains in the south of Guam very quickly and fiercely.
It can be seen from the flight trajectories of these fighter jets that the quality of American aviation troops is high and their combat awareness is professional.
However, when these fighter jets were about to approach the launch distance, they suddenly stopped in the air, then made a sharp turn and rushed towards the jungle and bay to the west of Guam.
As a commander, Blair really has his own skills. The person who knows the American military best must be the United States itself. This is true.
Liu Shiba couldn't help but smile when he heard the banging of the Bayi bars at the junction of the south and west of Guam.
Liu Shiba turned his head and looked further away. Sure enough, following the fighter jet was an American heavy bomber.
The number of bombers was astonishingly huge, flying in the distance like a black cloud covering the sky.
The huge fuselage is amazing. It is a tribute to the developed military industry of the United States. It is well-deserved.
Flying in the sky is the B77 ultra-long-range global strategic bomber. This aircraft does not burn fuel, but nuclear energy.
As long as it is not shot down and there is food on the plane, the B77 can fly in the sky like a satellite for a whole year and never crash.
This batch of B77 bombers was small in number, with only more than 20 sorties.
However, the bomb load of each B77 is astonishingly terrible. Due to the reduction of fuel, each B77 can carry 67 tons of bombs.
With just these twenty or so sorties, the entire Guam can be blown up to pieces.
"Boom boom boom!"
Behind him, there was a huge vibration and explosion, and a sea of hot air rushed towards him.
Liu Shiba and Zheng Weida turned around and saw the first wave of hundreds of F15 fighter jets passing over the bay and dense forest in the west of Guam.
Every three fighter jets formed a squadron, dived slightly, and then fired four or five air-to-ground missiles from under their wings.
Hundreds of sorties flew over one after another, blowing up the west coast of Guam, just enough to blow up the corpses with broken limbs and arms, and then bury them again...
Liu Shiba looked at this scene solemnly. This was the first time he saw an actual air strike by a fighter group. He couldn't help but be shocked. Modern aerial weapons were indeed powerful.
The American fighter jet F15 has dominated the world for nearly ten years, which naturally has its own unique reason.
If it weren't for MacArthur and Blair's suggestion, he and Zheng Weida would be in command, and the infantrymen he brought with him would operate the missiles...
Liu Shiba didn't dare to think that more than a hundred people would survive in the end, and anyone who could leave a whole body would be considered lucky.
Of course, you can hide in a closed underground fortress by yourself, but that would lose the meaning of occupying Guam and attracting troops.
"Hiss!"
The walkie-talkie on Liu Shiba's waist rang, and the voices of MacArthur and Blair came:
"Sir, the bomber group is approaching the projection area, the surface-to-air missile group is ready, please fire."
Liu Shiba's eyes shone sharply, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Fire!"
As Liu Shiba finished speaking, hundreds of Elysee surface-to-air missiles with red flames on their tails rose into the sky over the mountains to the south where they had just fought fiercely, and pounced on the group of bombers that were slowly flying towards them and their speed had dropped to the extreme...
"My God..."
"Emergency Evacuation..."
"Fire the confusion bomb."
But, it's too late!
A bomber that has lost the protection of a fighter jet, no matter how awesome it is, is still a bomber. It is almost a necessary situation to be locked by a surface-to-air supersonic missile at such a close distance...
If a fighter jet that fights lightly in the air is regarded as a swallow, then a bomber can only be regarded as a heavy swan.
Hundreds of Elysee missiles, without exception, all hit the target...
When brilliant sparks bloomed in the sky, hundreds of people hiding on the west side of Guam burst into tears.
These hundreds of soldiers were more than a hundred Chinese soldiers led by Hoda, and each of them had a handgun.
In front of each hand cannon, a black barrel is installed!
And a certain scammer was very busy at the moment, lighting up the cinnabar with a mahogany sword and drawing red symbols on the chests of each warrior!
"The Vajra Indestructible Talisman is as solid as rock and as hard as steel. At the critical moment of saving your life, you shout: Invulnerable! It can save your lives at least three times..."
Old Tang smiled happily. He had just researched this talisman and wanted to try it out.
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