Chapter 0719: The artistic conception of the Tao, the one called Daddy does not kill
This extended version of the hand cannon is very powerful, it is really powerful, and it can hit far. The trick is that this thing is not accurate. You have to stand up and aim carefully, but you may not be able to hit it.
Fortunately, the fuselage of the fighter jet is large enough compared to the hand cannon! But the aiming deviation of the hand cannon is even greater...
There were beads of sweat on the tip of Huo Da's nose, and he looked at each other with Chen Hongzhi, both of them secretly worried!
Even the rebellious Blair has completed his mission, and his Chinese army is still lying here without daring to take the lead.
After a few more breaths, this large group of fighter jets ran directly back to Hawaii.
"What should we do? We can't send our brothers to die, right?"
In just a few seconds, Hoda had suffered the greatest suffering in his life.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a suit, homespun sneakers, rolled up trousers, and a Taoist priest hat he got from nowhere rushed out.
Old Tang, this idle bastard, jumped out of nowhere, brandishing a mahogany sword in his left hand, an extended hand cannon in his right hand, and screamed a broken sentence:
"Hurry up like a law, see that I am invulnerable..."
Chen Hongzhi's face was twisted and he said:
"Now the labor and management have seen how tragic and tragic the Boxer Rebellion was..."
At this time, Huang Zhong, a veteran who followed these Chinese soldiers and learned the art of modern warfare, yelled:
"What a man with an anal fissure. My lord once said that if a mouse competes with a cat, it will cost his life! They are both heroes."
"Da da da!"
A row of smoke-emitting machine cannons crushed Old Tang's body without any surprise.
A miracle really happened...
"Bang!"
The fighter jet that was the first to hit Old Tang was knocked down by a casual shot from Old Tang's gun with one hand, like a blind cat touching a dead mouse. The location where the shot was hit was the engine...
"No way? That's a 16mm cannon..."
Hoda covered his cheek and instantly felt his teeth sore.
Chen Hongzhi reacted quickly, jumped up suddenly, rushed forward with a handgun, and shouted as he ran:
"Come on, the Taoist priest's ghost painting charm just now is useful. He said it can be used three times..."
"Pfft!"
Before he finished speaking, Chen Hongzhi was swept by a row of machine guns and fell to the ground.
But after two breaths, Chen Hongzhi also stood up in a daze, holding a handgun and blasting into the sky...
"boom!"
This shot was not as lucky as Old Tang just now, but it also knocked off the rear half of the tail of a fighter jet, and the fighter jet spun and fell into the bay not far away...
Seeing that these two people seemed to be possessed by ghosts, but they were actually not killed by the machine cannon. The soldiers who had hesitated a little swarmed out of the valley, carrying hand cannons and fired at the aircraft that was strafing at low altitude...
"The sky is spirited and the earth is spirited..."
"Invulnerable!"
"The Bodhisattva appears and is invulnerable."
"The Taoist priest appears and is invulnerable."
For a time, the small mountains and dense forests in the south of Guam were crackling and lively. Hundreds of soldiers seemed to be crazy, recreating the feat of the Boxer Rebellion.
In the past, these soldiers would never have dared to think that such a thing existed in the world.
But this time, the egg really broke the stone...
F15 fighter jets that flew hundreds of sorties were flying too low to reach three thousand meters in a few seconds. As a result, they were knocked down one by one by those weird hand cannons.
The American fighter pilots sitting in the cab all stared in disbelief.
They clearly saw the feats of the group of soldiers on the ground. At first they thought it was Chestilius who was begging for death, but little did they know that it was them who were begging for death.
Of course, it was impossible to shoot down all of the more than a hundred fighter jets. There were always scattered ones flying at the rear, seeing that the situation was not good, turning the rudder, making a sharp turn and running away.
At this time, life is more important than anything else. Putting aside the glory of the United States, airplanes are no better than cars running on the ground. It is impossible to open a life-saving parachute at such a low distance.
As long as you are shot down, you will definitely die, and you will definitely not survive. No matter how powerful your ejection chair is, you will be a living child floating in the sky.
"What a pity, more than twenty fighter jets flew away!"
Zheng Weida held the telescope and shook his head sadly.
Liu Shiba was leaning against the hillside, lighting a seized American cigarette, taking a few puffs and then throwing it away.
"Don't worry! You can't run away. Zhang Guanglie, who is just like Old Tang, cheating people and not paying for their lives, has been waiting in the storm for a long time."
Liu Shiba smiled softly.
Before he finished speaking, sure enough, more than twenty black lightnings shot up from the deep sea outside Guam.
It turned out to be the Kengbi Infantry Air Force led by Zhang Guanglie.
This group of Chinese infantrymen, after going through the brutal and high-intensity simulations and actual battles on the 3rd, were able to fly the plane very fast.
That's right, they have learned "two skills" now!
One is to tie seven or eight Prometheus aerial bombs to the belly of the plane and throw them down. If they don't blow you up, they will crush you to death.
Another skill is to use the astonishing speed of Mach 10 to ram forward at full power.
These black fighter jets are so pitiful, they don’t have a single cannon bullet!
All they have is to move forward and hit!
How can the fighter frame assembled from black metal be comparable to that of the F15 fighter?
After the two fighter planes collided, the black fighter plane was fine, and the American fighter plane disintegrated directly in the air...
Only a few minutes later, Zhang Guanglie relied on the unparalleled high speed of these black fighter planes to crash all those fighters that could not escape far into the Pacific Ocean.
At the same time, in the southern bay of Guam, a small patrol boat emerged and swayed into the sea.
Liu Shiba stood quietly on the top of the hill, looking at Old Tang standing on the bow of the boat...
The person driving the patrol boat was Chen Haowen, and there were four Chinese soldiers at the stern armed with Bayi rifles.
At this time, Old Tang held a mahogany sword in his right hand, wore a strange gray flat cap on his head, and wore an extremely wide white doctor's robe...
Blue ripples are reflected in the deep sea, dotted with struggling American soldiers falling into the water one after another. The sea breeze blows the hem of Old Tang's white robe!
At first glance, Old Tang standing proudly on the bow of the ship brandishing a mahogany sword has an ethereal flavor for no apparent reason, with a faint air of ecstasy and artistic conception...
Liu Shiba didn't know if anyone else had seen this scene.
But he believed that at that moment, he must have missed something...
What I missed was not the scenery, nor was it Old Tang’s extremely arrogant laughter and half-baked Chinese English:
"Shout if you want to live, if you don't want to live, daddy will send you on your way..."
Four Chinese soldiers holding the Bayi Bar stood quietly behind Old Tang. When Old Tang pointed his mahogany sword, there would be a huge crisp sound...
"Boom!"
With a gunshot, a pilot fell into the water and slept forever in the bay of Guam.
Zheng Weida looked a little unbearable, turned around and said:
"General, wouldn't it be too cruel? If such a scene is seen by ordinary people, whether it is from the United States or China, it will be enough for us to drink a pot."
But Liu Shiba still stood there dreaming, looking at the arc-shaped bay to the south of Guam, as if he didn't hear Zheng Weida's persuasion.
At this time, Liu Shiba was immersed in some kind of self-imagined illusion, as if he saw the shadow of a person...
"It's so true!"
It took a long time for Liu Shiba to come back to his senses!
Of course he heard Zheng Weida's persuasion, but he remained determined.
"Where can there be mercy in war? What will happen if these pilots shoot air-to-surface missiles at innocent people in the energy competition in the Middle East?"
Hearing this, Zheng Weida remained silent...
There is no right or wrong in war. The one who laughs last is the righteous party, because history is written by you, you have the final say!
In a life-and-death battle, no matter what despicable and dirty methods you use, you will become more resourceful at the moment of victory.
No matter how cruel you are or how you plunder, as long as you can win and give adequate compensation, then you are just.
"When will the second wave of U.S. air support arrive...to Guam?"
Liu Shiba's fingers were trembling a little, and he slowly picked up the foreign cigarette at hand and took a long puff.
In one puff, half of this cigarette was burned...
A mouthful of mellow smoke was swallowed hard by Liu Shiba, and then he pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.
"A puff of thick smoke brings endless memories, half a snowy plum brings endless artistic conception..."
Finally, Liu Shiba, who had been holding it in for twenty seconds, blew out a puff of light blue smoke from his chest, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...
Zheng Weida looked at the nagging Liu Shiba strangely, frowned and thought for a while, then chuckled:
"The second wave of air strikes should arrive with the Joint Expeditionary Force seven days later.
The Americans are idiots. Not a single one of the more than 200 fighter jets and bombers in the first wave of air strikes returned, which illustrates the problem!"
Liu Shiba smiled slightly and said:
"Seven days is enough! Let me tell you to have a good rest today and start digging deep holes tomorrow to accumulate food and prepare for a tough battle.
Tomorrow, I will turn the entire Guam into a tomb, a Feng Shui formation, a gloomy ancient tomb that can be entered but not exited..."
After notifying Old Tang to fish for people, he turned back to the hill. Qin Da, who was standing three meters away, said with a smile:
"That's right, let Americans see what five thousand years of Chinese heritage is, and what it means to touch the golden captain!"
Zheng Weida glanced at Liu Shiba and sighed:
"Now! You should be the only one left in China with a serious inheritance, the last golden captain, right?"
Liu Shiba's face froze and he muttered something that only he could hear:
"Maybe... there's another one!"
As he spoke, Liu Shiba's eyes flashed, he looked at the distant sky and said sternly:
"There is a powerful person in America called Pluto Stella. This guy is actually related to the disappearance of my mother. There is also a Xiaoding, one of the Nine Cauldrons of China, beside him."
Qin Da muttered dissatisfiedly:
"Labour and management don't believe how powerful he is? Can he be more powerful than Mao Yi who lost his mind?"
Liu Shiba didn’t know how to explain it, so he finally added:
"Fifty years ago, this guy destroyed Pluto, one of the nine stars in the sky, with one blow. How powerful do you think he was?
What makes him great may not be his strength or martial arts, but his artistic conception, something deeper!
That is a kind of artistic conception! A kind of artistic conception of Tao, the power of the universe..."
Qin Da opened his mouth and didn't close it for a long time...
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Today's one is finished, tomorrow's one is probably going to be a brain-burning one and needs to be carefully prepared.
