This extended version of the hand cannon is very powerful, it is really powerful, and it hits far, but the trick is that this thing is not accurate, and if you have to stand up and aim carefully, it may not be able to hit.

Fortunately, the fuselage of the fighter is large enough compared to the hand cannon! But the aiming deviation of the hand cannon is even greater......

Huoda's nose was covered with beads of sweat, and he and Chen Hongzhi glanced at each other, and the two of them were secretly anxious!

Even the anti-bone boy Blair has completed the task, and his own Chinese army is still lying here and does not dare to take the lead.

After a few more breaths, this large group of fighters ran directly back to Hawaii.

"What can you do? You can't send your brothers to death, can you?"

Huoda's heart has had enough of the biggest torment in this life in just a few seconds.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a suit, homespun sneakers, trouser cuffs rolled up, and a Taoist hat on his head that he didn't know where to get rushed out.

Old Tang, an idle pit man, jumped out of nowhere, wielding a peachwood sword in his left hand and an extended hand cannon in his right hand, hissing a broken sentence:

"Haste as a law, see that I am invulnerable......"

Chen Hongzhi's face was distorted, and he said:

"Labor and management can be regarded as seeing how tragic the Boxers were back then......

At this time, Huang Zhong, a veteran who followed these Chinese soldiers and learned the art of modern warfare, shouted:

"What a man with anal fissures, the lord said, rats are called cats, and they are all heroes. ”

"Da Da Da!"

A row of machine guns emitting green smoke crushed over Old Tang's body without accident.

Miracles, but they really happened......

"Bang!"

The fighter that hit Lao Tang first, like a blind cat touching a dead mouse, was taken down by Lao Tang's random shot with a gun in one hand, and the location of the shot was the engine......

"Wouldn't it? That's a 16mm cannon......"

Huoda covered her cheeks and instantly felt her teeth ache.

Chen Hongzhi reacted quickly, jumped up violently, rushed forward with a cannon, and ran and shouted:

"And щ on it, the Taoist priest's ghost drawing talisman just now is useful, and the guy said that it can be topped three times......"

"Poof!"

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, and blasted his cannon into the sky......

"Boom!"

This cannon was not as lucky as Old Tang just now, but it also knocked off the back half of a fighter's tail, and the fighter spun and fell towards the bay not far away......

Seeing that these two people were like ghosts, and they were really not killed by the machine guns, the soldiers, who had been hesitant slightly, rushed out of the mountain recess in a swarm, and blasted towards the low-flying strafing planes with their cannons......

"Heavenly Spirit, Spiritual Earth, Spiritual ......"

"Invulnerable!"

"The Bodhisattva manifests, invulnerable. ”

"The Taoist priest manifests his spirit, and he is invulnerable. ”

For a time, the small mountains and dense forests in the south of Guam were crackling and lively, and hundreds of soldiers seemed to be insane, reproducing the feat of the Boxers when eggs hit stones.

In the past, these soldiers would never have dared to imagine that there was such a thing in the world.

But this time, the egg really broke the stone......

Hundreds of F15 fighter jets, flying too low to reach 3,000 meters in a few seconds, were knocked down one by one by those strange hand cannons.

The American fighter pilots sitting in the cockpit stared at each other with incredible eyes.

They saw the feat of the soldiers on the ground very clearly, and at first they thought it was Chestri's death, but who knew that it was them who were begging for death.

Of course, it is impossible to shoot down all of the more than 100 fighters, and there are always fighters flying at the rear, seeing that the situation is not good, turn the rudder, and start running directly with a sharp turn.

At this time, it is important to save your life, what is the glory of the United States put aside, the plane is no better than the car running on the ground, such a low distance, it is impossible to hold up the life-saving umbrella.

As long as you are beaten, there will be absolutely no life or death, and there will be absolutely no life, no matter how powerful your catapult chair is, you will be a living child floating in the sky.

"It's a pity that more than twenty fighters ran!"

Zheng Weida held the telescope and shook his head regretfully.

Liu 18 leaned against the hillside, lit a captured American cigarette, and threw it away after a few puffs.

"Don't worry! I can't run away, Zhang Guanglie, who is the same as Lao Tang, who can't pay for his life, has been waiting in the storm for a long time. ”

Liu Eighteen smiled lightly.

Before he finished speaking, sure enough, more than 20 black lightning bolts rose from the deep sea on the outskirts of Guam.

It turned out to be a pit led by Zhang Guanglie, an infantry air force.

This group of Chinese infantry, after the inhumane high-intensity simulation and actual combat of No. 3, was already able to drive the plane very fast.

That's right, they have now learned "two skills"!

One is to tie seven or eight Prometheus aerial bombs to the belly of the plane and throw them down, if they don't kill you, they will also stone you.

There is also a skill, which is to use the amazing speed of Mach 10 to drive forward with full horsepower.

These black fighters, pitiful, they don't have a single cannon bullet!

What they have is just indomitable, crashing!

The skeleton of a fighter jet assembled in black metal is comparable to that of an F15 fighter?

After the two fighters collided, the black fighters were fine, and the American fighters disintegrated directly in the air......

In just a few minutes, Zhang Guanglie relied on the unparalleled speed of these black fighters to crash all the fighters that could not escape far into the Pacific Ocean.

At the same time, in the bay south of Guam, a small patrol boat swayed into the sea.

Liu Shibai stood quietly on the top of the hill, looking at the old Tang standing on the bow of the dinghy......

The patrol boat was driven by Chen Haowen, and there were four Chinese soldiers armed with Bayi bar rifles in the stern of the boat.

At this time, Old Tang was holding a peachwood sword in his right hand, wearing a strange gray flat hat on his head, and wearing an extremely wide white doctor's robe......

The blue ripples are reflected in the deep sea, dotted with one after another struggling American soldiers who have fallen into the water, and the sea breeze blows the hem of Lao Tang's white robe to the bustle!

At first glance, the old Tang, wielding a peachwood sword and standing proudly on the bow of the boat, actually gave birth to an ethereal smell for no reason, and there was a faint fluttering free and easy and artistic conception......

Whether others saw this scene or not, Liu 18 didn't know.

But he believed that in the moment just now, he must have missed something......

What I missed was not the scenery, nor the arrogant laughter of Old Tang, sandwiched between half-baked Chinese English:

"If you want to live, if you don't want to live, Dad will send you on the road......"

Four Chinese soldiers holding eighty-one bars stood quietly behind Lao Tang, and with the finger of Lao Tang's peachwood sword, there would be a loud crisp sound......

"Phew!"

A gunshot rang out, and a pilot overboard, forever asleep in the bay of Guam.

Zheng Weida looked a little unbearable, turned his head and said:

"General, wouldn't it be too cruel? If such a scene is seen by the common people, whether it is American or Chinese, it will be enough for us to drink a pot. ”

Liu Shibai still stood in place stupidly, looking at the arc-shaped bay south of Guam, as if he hadn't heard Zheng Weida's persuasion.

At this time, Liu Shibai was immersed in some kind of self-virtual illusion, as if he saw the shadow of a person......

"What a thing!"

It took a long time for Liu Eighteen to come back to his senses!

Of course, he heard Zheng Weida's persuasion, but he resolutely remained.

"What mercy does war come from? What will happen when these pilots fire air-to-ground missiles at those innocent people in the energy struggle in the Middle East?"

When Zheng Weida heard this, he was silent......

There is no right or wrong in war, and the last one is the righteous side, because history is written by you, and you have the final say!

In your life-and-death battle, no matter what despicable and dirty means you use, at the moment of victory, you will become resourceful.

No matter how brutal you are, no matter how you plunder, as long as you can win and give enough compensation, then you are righteous.

"The second wave of air support from the United States, when will it arrive...... To Guam?"

Liu Shiba's fingers trembled a little, and he slowly picked up the cigarette in his hand and took a hard breath.

One puff, this cigarette, burned half of it......

A mouthful of mellow smoke was swallowed hard by Liu Shiba, and then he pursed his lips tightly and was silent.

"A mouthful of smoke endless memories, half of the snow plum watch endless artistic conception ......"

Finally, Liu Shiba, who had been holding back for twenty seconds, spit out a puff of light blue smoke in his chest, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth......

Zheng Weida looked at Liu Shiba, who was chattering, frowned and thought for a while, and chuckled:

"The second wave of air strikes should arrive in seven days with the Joint Expeditionary Force.

The Americans are not stupid, and the more than 200 fighters and bombers of the first wave of air raids, not a single one of them has returned, which is very revealing!"

Liu Shibai smiled slightly:

"Seven days is enough! Tell everyone to have a good rest today, and tomorrow they will start digging deep holes, accumulating grain, and preparing for a tough battle.

Tomorrow, I'm going to turn the whole of Guam into a tomb, a feng shui array, a gloomy tomb that you can't get in or out......"

After informing Lao Tang to fish for people, he turned around the hill, and Qin Da, who was standing three meters away, smiled and said:

"That's right, let the Americans, see what is called the 5,000-year-old Chinese heritage, and what is called the golden captain!"

Zheng Weida glanced at Liu Eighteen and sighed:

"Now, you should be the only one left in Huaxia, with a serious inheritance, the last captain who touches the gold, right?"

Liu Shiba's face froze, and he muttered in a low voice a sentence that only he could hear:

"Perhaps...... And one more!"

As he spoke, Liu Shiba's eyes flashed, he looked at the distant sky, and said sharply:

"There is a strong man in America called Stella the Hades. This guy turned out to be related to my mother's disappearance, and there was also a small ding, one of the nine tripods of Huaxia, by his side. ”

Qin Da muttered dissatisfiedly:

"Labor and management don't believe how powerful he is, can he be more powerful than Mao Yi, who lost his mind?"

Liu 18 didn't know how to explain it, and finally added:

"Fifty years ago, this guy blew up one of the nine stars in the sky, Pluto, how powerful do you think he is?

What he is powerful may not be strength or martial arts, but a kind of artistic conception, a deeper thing!

It is an artistic conception! an artistic conception of the Tao, the power of the universe ......."

Qin Da opened his mouth and didn't close it for a long time......

..............................

Today's is over, and tomorrow is estimated to be a brain-burning text, so it has to be brewed well.