Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2167 Silver Killer

After hearing the battalion commander's words, the soldiers around him, although exhausted, all nodded in agreement. The only imperfection was that there was too little ammunition.

After saving up for so many days, each battalion only had fifteen missiles, which was not enough for several battles.

If it were any different from the previous stock, I'd be sure to have a great time ejaculating.

Of course, the previous kind was only painful for a while and was really of no use.

"Old Li, I heard that you have some connections in Sijiu City. Can you come and see us? Will our camp use this kind of thunder in the future?"

The chief of staff took out a cigarette, lit it, smacked his lips, and looked at the silver-white missile on the launch pad nearby, his eyes full of love.

This was definitely the best missile he had ever seen and used.

The battalion commander walked up to him, took the half-smoked cigarette, and took two puffs.

"If this happened in the past, it would have been useful."

"But now, it's not possible."

The chief of staff was surprised and asked in a low voice, "Why, your man fell from power?"

The battalion commander said, "Stop talking nonsense."

"I heard that the key engine here was made by the Red Star Machinery Factory. It is said that other places cannot make it."

"What does it matter? Let them get on with it."

Red Star Machinery Factory

"You don't understand. This is a big deal."

The battalion commander was about to explain the situation at the Red Star Machinery Factory to him when he heard someone shouting, "Battalion commander, there are two more big guys over there!"

"It seems they are turning a corner, Captain. They are about to run!"

"Do you want to take it down?"

Suddenly, the radar operator shouted to the battalion commander.

The battalion commander immediately picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and saw two large planes maneuvering quickly. There were no other planes around. The one at the back had two thunder bombs following it.

Just looking at the height, it seems a bit high.

Moreover, the two planes were still climbing, probably trying to use their high speed and altitude to get rid of the missiles.

"Damn, this thing is so big and it runs so fast, how does it do that?"

"This is already Mach 3!"

The battalion commander muttered to himself, and the soldiers around him nodded immediately, "It's confirmed, our Thunderbolt's maximum speed has reached Mach 3. It's hard to chase them, but they can still run away. It must be Mach 3."

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The soldier covered the back of his head and looked at the battalion commander aggrievedly, but the battalion commander glared back at him, "What are you doing? Lock them down quickly and don't let them run away."

"Lock on the radar. If anyone comes towards us, shoot him down."

The battalion commander had just finished speaking, and before the soldiers behind him could run over, they saw a silver-white missile suddenly rush out from overhead, followed by another one.

"Wipe it off. It's too late."

On board Li Guang.

The moment the signal appeared, seven or eight silver lines emerged from the surroundings and rushed towards the plane in the sky.

Then, the people on the deck who were shooting saw a scene that shocked them for the rest of their lives.

Silver-white missiles chased the plane and crashed into it with an accelerated speed.

Six planes were hit and exploded on the spot, and two were hit by shrapnel, with damaged wings, and staggered to the edge of the battlefield.

But before it ran far, it was hit by other missiles and exploded in mid-air!
Just as Zhang Wu opened his mouth in disbelief, two missiles whizzed out over his head.

The thunder that shot up into the sky from the deck rushed directly into the group of dodging planes with a trail of white waves, and two planes were blown into sparks.

Just over a minute.

Two more missiles were launched.

This is much faster than the last time we launched anti-ship missiles.

He didn't know that it was because of his slow reaction that Captain Li and his men lost a victory last time.

There will naturally be no mistakes this time.

Ten birds in the forest are worth less than one bird in the hand.

Beat him first.

After all eight missiles were fired, the twenty planes flying over turned into sparks in the sky and scattered in the surrounding sea.

The sky suddenly became clear.

Just as everyone was sighing, Zhang Wu saw that the two annoying big guys were thinking about running back, and because of their evasive maneuvering, they were just in front of the plane.

This is an opportunity that must not be missed.

So Captain Li was told to stop wasting time and just fire the last two missiles.

Whizzing
The sound reappeared through the crew's ears. Different from the whirring sound of the anti-ship missiles upstream, the sound of thunder was crisper, a bit like the cry of an eagle.

In the air, two XB-70 bombers were trying to change direction.

Previously, because of the height advantage, they were in a relatively high position and there were F104s around to help block the bullets, so they were not attacked.

But as more and more sparks appeared around them and fewer and fewer people were around to block the bullets, they found that their big guys had become targets.

Those missiles flashing dazzling white light under the sun are like killers. Whoever they target will die!

Boom~~~
The front XB-70 was hit directly in the belly by a missile, which instantly detonated the bomb in the cabin. The violent explosion blew the entire plane into pieces, and the scattered shrapnel even flew onto the plane next to it.

The other XB-70 bomber had no way to deal with this and was trying to avoid the debris produced by the explosion and the missiles flying below.

At this moment, the four pilots on the plane were pale and no one dared to say a word.

The planes they were flying were indeed the best. The instructor even said that there were only two of them in the United States.

But what’s the use of even the best plane?
Without even a weapon for self-defense, his speed advantage was a joke in front of the silver killer.

"Quick, destroy the equipment and prepare to parachute!"

The driver was pale and shouted loudly. The bombardier behind him was also panicking. Hearing what he said, he quickly picked up the wrench beside him.

They originally thought that they could escape the ground attacks by relying on the height and speed of the aircraft, but who would have thought that the other side had hidden such a powerful weapon.

Not only does it hit high, it's also very fast.

So much so that they were locked by missiles before they could even react.

It's a bit late to make adjustments at this time with such a large body.

However, as elite pilots, they had been specifically instructed when boarding the plane that if an accident occurred, the plane must not fall into the hands of the other party.

Especially the advanced instruments on the plane must not fall into the hands of the enemy, otherwise even if you and your family members die, your family members will also suffer.

Just as the pilot shouted this, the navigator beside him shouted, "Be careful, missile in front of the left!"

The driver immediately saw a ball of fire rushing towards him from below!
It's too fast.

The reaction is too slow!
Sweat dripped down the driver's helmet and his face was terrified.

Three seconds!
Only three seconds to react!
As the voice fell, the driver was ejected.

The plane flew diagonally for several hundred meters and was then hit by a missile.

Boom~~~
The bomb blew the entire wing to pieces, and then the entire plane fell directly onto the sea like a bomb.

"Hahaha, good, good fight!"

Zhang Wu waved his fist and Huang Bo ran over with a happy look on his face.

"Ten shots, ten hits! Who dares to say that our Li Guanghao is just a name this time?"

Huang Bo laughed, feeling that this combat mode was more comfortable than before.

"Let's go celebrate for our hero!"

Zhang Wu walked out with a smile. A group of staff officers behind him also smiled. Then they looked at the fallen wreckage in front of them. Someone shouted, "Send a ship to capture the prisoners!"

The F104 was no longer visible in the sky. In the distance, several planes were circling in the sky, looking more like belated scavengers.

Below, umbrella flowers occasionally appear, and the people below also have frustrated faces, because they know what will be waiting for them after they fall.

It’s not that they don’t have weapons, it’s just a pistol, what use can it be?

Oh, I can commit suicide and fulfill my own wisdom.

But that's not what these elites should do.

They firmly believe that with their driving skills, as long as they show their value, the other party will not make things difficult for them.

In the command center, the old man was holding a cup of water with a smile on his face, while a group of staff officers behind him were hugging each other, excitedly, and some were even singing, looking very enthusiastic.

Looking at the broken wreckage on the sea in the distance, the old man suddenly thought of something.

“It’s broken, it’s broken, it’s broken!”

After saying that three planes were broken, the chief of staff came forward and shouted before the old man could speak, "Go and see if there are any intact planes. You must find them."

The chief of staff was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Commander, what do you mean by a relatively intact plane? In this case, it would be great if there were some broken copper and rotten iron left."

The old man opened his mouth wide, and after a long while he gave a helpless smile, "Damn it, I promised to give them the wreckage, how can I explain it now?"

"It's all these guys' fault. Why did they make the missile so good?"

Upon hearing this, the chief of staff rolled his eyes and blamed others for doing a good job.

After a moment, the old man and the chief of staff both laughed.

"It's just scrap metal, so let's just call it scrap metal. We can send them a trainload of it when the time comes, so they won't accuse us of not keeping our word."

The chief of staff glanced at the old man and was speechless again.

No wonder this guy came from the same class as the one from the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building. He is indeed an iron wall.

As night fell, in the old city, an old man with a square face listened to the report on the phone, laughing and clapping his hands on the table, shouting "good!"

After hanging up the phone, he laughed out loud and shouted excitedly, "Well done, well done."

"Now I wonder if they dare to come."

After saying this, he ran out. He wanted to tell everyone the good news.

Seventh Machinery Department.

After hearing about the battle in Shanghai today, Mr. Wang has been waiting in the office. Mr. Qin in the office next door is busy with other things, but he often stops writing and listens quietly to the noise next door, as if he is waiting for news.

Ring ring ring

When the phone rang, Mr. Wang picked it up immediately and asked a few questions.

After a while, Mr. Wang hung up the phone. The smile on his face deepened by three points, and then he jumped up to the ground.

"Old Qian, Old Qian, it's done, it's done."

In an instant, Mr. Wang rushed out of the office and rushed into Mr. Qian's room. Before he said anything, his expression had already told Mr. Qian the result.

Mr. Qian put down his pencil, stood up and asked hurriedly, "Tell me, what's going on? What's going on?"

"There were more than 100 planes, but only one escaped. Oh, what a fool of Mr. Zhang. He couldn't have kept all of them."

"Ha ha ha ha"

Speaking of this, even Mr. Wang himself found it funny.

Mr. Qian’s heart immediately settled down.

This time, I finally didn't let you down.

However, this thunder was too amazing.

"What about the data on missiles?"

"Uh, I, I forgot to ask."

Old Wang restrained his expression. He was so happy just now that he seemed not to have heard clearly. "But our Jing Lei must have been very popular. Don't worry, I will go and ask."

With that, Mr. Wang ran out again, but before he got back to the office, he came back and said, "Old Qian, talk to the machinery factory. They deserve a share of the credit."

Mr. Qian nodded, "Okay, I'll call right away."