The T-80 tank is the third-generation main battle tank designed by Mao Xiong in the 1970s. It is basically used to equip its domestic elite armored forces. Its design unit is the Morozov Design Bureau located in Ermao's family.
In the early 1990s, the performance of the T-80 was still acceptable. Defense, maneuverability, and firepower had not yet been greatly improved by the new generation of Western equipment.
Compared with the bunch of 59 models and immature second-generation products from flower growers, it has quite a big advantage.
At the entrance to the underground 'Romanov' area, a T-80 was blocked in the center of the passage, with its muzzle pointing straight ahead. Marcos and others were huddled dozens of meters away, and were shot by the parallel machine gun on the right side of the muzzle.
Can't lift my head.
But now the turret hatch was opened, and an AK-74 came in. The tank commander had to order the muzzle to be turned.
Zhou Qingfeng took advantage of the situation and operated the anti-aircraft machine gun on the commander's command tower, blasting the surrounding rebels who had not been smoked away to howls like ghosts and wolves.
An ordinary car only weighs one or two tons, while the T-80's huge body weighs more than forty tons. This steel monster is by no means a docile baby. Even its tracks can crush the cement pavement when it moves forward, leaving behind rodents.
like traces.
The 125mm-caliber tank gun is currently considered very powerful. It can penetrate an average steel plate of four to five hundred millimeters thick using an armor-piercing discarding sabot projectile.
According to Sofia's detection, the steel iron door closing the Romanov nuclear bomb assembly workshop is not even half a meter thick.
The tank reversed, turned, and the muzzle was stable. A divided armor-piercing round was fed into the barrel by the automatic loader. After completing the loading, the gunner in the tank looked at the commander miserably and asked: "Do we really want to
Blow open that door?"
The commander knew very well what he was guarding. Perhaps the fate of a country was in the hands of a small person. If the commander was willing to give up his life, there was really nothing Zhou Qingfeng could do against him.
For a truly determined and fearless person, no charm, arcane spell, or 'cursed coin' will be of any use. His willpower is enough to withstand any external influence.
Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng never met such a person.
The commander wearing a tank hat nodded sadly and convinced himself: "The general is outside, let's follow the order. After all, most people have chosen to give up."
The gunner had no choice but to press the firing button.
The blast shook the turret violently, and air surged from the muzzle.
The crew members in the turret were safe and sound, but Zhou Qingfeng stood outside the turret, but his ears were ringing and his eyes were dazzled by the gunfire, and his body was unbalanced. If he hadn't grabbed the machine gun on the turret, he would have been thrown out.
The defending rebels were already overwhelmed by the "Stinky Cloud Technique". They were even more dizzy and their morale was greatly reduced by the sound of cannons. Now when they heard the roar of cannons, they were even more stunned.
The gunfire disappeared and the smoke dispersed.
There is an additional hole penetrated in the iron door of the nuclear bomb assembly workshop. However, the steel iron door is still generally intact and there is no major damage.
"Continue!" Zhou Qingfeng ordered.
So the second armor-piercing round was loaded into the barrel and fired again.
After several attempts in succession, more and more holes appeared in the steel door. The door frame structure was damaged and loose. After more than a dozen rounds, a high-explosive grenade was used to hit it.
The high-explosive bomb contained several kilograms of explosives, and the explosion was particularly powerful in a closed environment. After the explosion, even Zhou Qingfeng himself felt his ears buzzing and his chest and abdomen felt uncomfortable.
The other rebel soldiers had fled far away, otherwise they would have either fainted or been shocked to death.
After several rounds of grenades, the steel iron door finally couldn't withstand the damage and collapsed.
Zhou Qingfeng ordered the T-80 to drive up. The tracks creaked over the debris on the ground, pressed against the twisted iron door, and entered the nuclear bomb assembly workshop.
The workshop was only a few hundred square meters in area. The armor-piercing projectile that penetrated the iron door shattered the inside. The projectile fragments blew up a whirlwind of death, leaving craters on the floor, walls, and ceiling.
Several bodies fell on the ground, all in pieces. A row of instruments used for nuclear bomb inspection were blown into scrap metal. The power supply was short-circuited, and sparks appeared from time to time in the thick smoke.
The rebel officers and soldiers responsible for assembling nuclear warheads were frightened. They didn't know what was going on outside, but they knew that what they did was "risking the world's injustice."
No one likes another nuclear country in the world. If possible, the big gangsters will definitely join forces to strangle it in the cradle.
For example, a certain black Mahatma, a god-like figure, is widely sought after by the world. He spent more than 20 years in prison and mastered the skills of managing the country through self-taught.
Sure enough, it has the style of ‘Wakanda’.
"Okay, you can leave." Zhou Qingfeng smashed the turret with his AK-74, and the crew members immediately ran out like rabbits, trying to escape.
There were still some living rebels hiding in the corner in the assembly workshop. Zhou Qingfeng held the gun in his hand, and they put down the rebels and stood up to surrender with their hands raised.
It’s impossible not to surrender!
Those who can assemble nuclear bombs are senior sergeants and technical officers. They are not good at face-to-face fighting and killing.
In the smoke of gunpowder, our own side suffered heavy casualties, the closed door was blown open, and a tank came in from the outside. Everyone would feel that the situation was over and that any further resistance would be futile.
A major stood up from behind the broken workshop wall and shouted to Zhou Qingfeng: "Don't shoot, we have no weapons. We surrender."
Maozi knew about the Mao family's affairs, and they knew exactly what their top soldiers would do if they got red-blooded. Now they just hope that the battle outside is not too brutal.
Otherwise, it doesn't matter what talent you have, the big-headed soldiers will shoot him down if they don't like it.
Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward with a gun and asked: "Where is the nuclear warhead?"
"Behind me." The major stepped aside. Behind him were a dozen noncommissioned officers who also raised their hands. "There are a total of twenty-seven tactical nuclear warheads, all of them are there."
The assembly workshop is divided into several operating areas. Behind the major are more than twenty huge metal boxes. These are special loading boxes for nuclear warheads and look like coffins.
Three nuclear warheads were taken out of the box by a special crane, and one of them was about to be installed on the 'Scarab-B' missile body to complete the final assembly.
"Where is the nuclear charge subject to verification?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
The concept of nuclear charge is a bit special. It can be understood as an explosive made from nuclear materials. It is the core component of the nuclear warhead, and it is what detonates the nuclear bomb.
The United States and the Soviet Union restricted nuclear weapons, and the target of verification was nuclear charges. Otherwise, just by looking at a nuclear warhead, who knows if it is empty?
The major stepped aside again, and several black nuclear charges protected by shielding shells were placed on the horizontal operating table. Before assembly, the technical officer had to conduct an inspection procedure on the nuclear charges.
Seeing the nuclear charge, Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He fired a shot at the ceiling with the muzzle of the gun in his hand, "You are lucky, you can get out."
The officers and soldiers of Maozi scurried away amid the sound of gunfire, and they all ran outside with cheers.
The seven goblins have already searched the several hundred square meters of the assembly workshop to ensure that no outsiders show up. Another Stinky Cloud Technique was released outside the workshop to ensure that no one would come in and cause trouble.
The portable alchemy workshop was opened in the assembly operation area. The spirit slaves pushed out a large platform, and Magic Girl Arcee lay quietly on the platform.
The black cat Meow Meow has been staying in the workshop. After coming out, he ran around in the operation area and was ordered to serve as a hidden sentry outside.
Zhou Qingfeng picked up a nuclear charge from the operating table and asked Sophia: "How many kilograms of highly enriched uranium-235 are there, far more than we expected and need. There are also more than twenty nuclear warheads."
Now..., what do we do?"
Sophia said in a deep voice: "Master, please put the nuclear charge into the energy furnace in Arcee's chest. We can reawaken her."