Rise of the Wasteland

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How about ballistic missiles?

Of course, it depends on it!

But because of the nuclear bomb washing, all the ballistic missiles that can be used in the wasteland world flew into the sky and fell to the ground. In other words, all ballistic missiles in the state of combat readiness have been launched, no matter whether it is strategic or tactical, all available ballistic missiles are gone.

The remaining ballistic missiles are not absent, but they are not numerous, and most of them are in the state of storage and decommissioning. If you want to use it, you also need a missile operation team and a strong industrial system to recover them from slumber.

And Zhou Qingfeng, who had ransacked Florida, happened to have a huge rocket and missile design, manufacturing and maintenance team. This team is complete, reasonable in structure and in good condition. As long as they are given missiles and corresponding logistics equipment, they can use it.

And Zhou Qingfeng also happens to be supported by a strong national industrial system. Ballistic missiles are a big killer for organizations like the Aurora Corps that have a small area, a small population, and weak organizations.

Think of North Korea as the laughing stock of the world, but it is Mao's right to have a say in the world. Isn't it relying on ballistic missiles and nuclear bombs held by Sam Fat? Otherwise, it's a poor place in North Korea where rabbits don't shit. Who cares about it?

Thinking that the rabbit family had risen worldwide for Mao's energy, it was not the result of 'two bombs and one star' that made the Chinese straighten their poles. Otherwise, the poor, shabby-looking man of that year, who looked at you right away? Still want to join the United Nations? Americans blame you!

Think of the big dogs of Saudi Arabia facing the double threats of Israel and Iran in the 1980s.

In terms of the fighting power of the Yuba army, even the guerrillas could not beat it.

What to do?

Everyone said that they needed a "weapon that can boost the morale of our armed forces and people" and a "weapon that must be weighed before the enemy can attack us." To this end, the prince went to the rabbit's house to buy ballistic missiles.

This is the only public medium-range ballistic missile arms deal in the world. It is also because of this transaction that the big **** dogs have a great right to speak in the Middle East-don't mess with me, but I paid the party fee.

The missiles bought in the eighties of the last century have been used for 14 years in the new century and have been pulled out for display at military parades. This is still the ‘Grand Sky White Jade Pillar, Big Sea Purple Golden Beam’ that the big dogs stabilize their country status.

National treasure!

Zhou Qingfeng felt ...

"Lao Xiao, do you think I should pay a party fee?"

"You're joining the party! Great, I can introduce you to the party."

Pooh……!

But my life is corrupt, my mind is degenerate, and my spiritual will is a serious violation of the party system. For these things that I do, I have to be double-checked the next day after joining the party.

After Zhou Qingfeng got the ‘M-7’, he just followed the trick—my army was small, my air force was low, my navy ... it was all a bunch of small boats. After all, there was an aircraft carrier, and now it is almost a barnacle farm.

Is there anything that invests less, pays off quickly, and pays off?

Ballistic missiles!

Zhou Qingfeng had a tactical "M-7", but the maximum range of that thing was 200 kilometers, and he could just hit Cuba from Mexico. He just wanted to further develop a ballistic missile with a range of several thousand kilometers for Mao not to have a strategic purpose?

There is no ballistic missile early warning satellite in the wasteland, and the antimissile system is paralyzed. Even planes have degraded to cheap and easy-to-use propeller fighters. In this case, as long as the big thick tube of the strategic missile is erected, anyone who sees it will be afraid of it!

Inkley, who is currently making troubles behind the scenes, sees that Uncle Zhou actually has strategic-level ballistic missiles in his hands. Anyway, he has to think about the consequences of provoking His Excellency Chairman Mao!

and so…….

Zhou Qingfeng returned to the real world and took the initiative to find Xiao Jinlang to pay party fees. "I'm not talking about party fees for joining the party, I'm talking about the" Dongfeng "series of ballistic missiles. See if the" Dongfeng-5 "intercontinental ballistic missile can give me Come a dozen? I want a nuclear warhead. "

puff…….

When Xiao Jinlang came out to meet Zhou Qingfeng, he was very happy. The previous sale of a batch of 'Red Flag-2' in the warehouse made the army revitalize the waste assets that were about to rot in his hands. The Navy also obtained the United States Details of the latest 'Ford' class aircraft carriers.

The entire military industry was given a chance to upgrade, and the time and money saved were huge and uncountable.

Now Zhou Qingfeng is looking for help again, Xiao Jinlang is happy ..., a hot soup sprayed out, "What do you say? 'Dongfeng-5'? Want a dozen? Return a nuclear warhead? You dream, go, one condition is also No way to satisfy you. "

The two met again at the roadside shop that had eaten and drank the last time, and this shop, along with a nearby street, was almost a national security asset. Zhou Qingfeng flashed fast, but was still sprayed with some soup.

Wolverine Zhou Qingfeng tore a few paper towels and wiped the soup on his body, and said unpleasantly, "As for being so excited? Wouldn't you just ask the elder of the central government? Maybe the elder agreed to me. "

"Well ...!" Xiao Jinlang returned in the original words and said disgustedly: "The heavy weapon of the country, there is absolutely no possibility of prosthetic hands. You don't need to ask for it at all, you are dead."

"Isn't it possible to negotiate? I can't afford a big price?"

"This is not a matter of money at all, it is a matter of national security. 'Dongfeng-5' is also the cornerstone of our national strategic security and it is absolutely impossible to sell."

"A missile that has been used for decades has been the cornerstone of strategic security? If you say that you are too far behind." Zhou Qingfeng said, "How many generations of US strategic missiles have been updated? Why is our country still using dozens of times? A gadget made years ago? Besides, do n’t all the early models of 'Dongfeng-5' retire? "

"You talk to me less often ~ www.readwn.com ~ Dongfeng-5 'is absolutely not good."

"What about 'Dongfeng-4'?"

Zhou Qingfeng had originally wanted to build a 'Dongfeng-5' that could fight far and wide, so that the Brotherhood of Steel, which was thousands of kilometers away, would also be threatened by him.

But if ‘Dongfeng-5’ is n’t working, then ‘Dongfeng-4’ will work. Anyway, it can hit 4,000 to 5,000 kilometers of targets, and it can cover the site of the Brotherhood of Steel.

"No,‘ Dongfeng-4 ’is still in service.”

"Hell, the old Dongfeng-4 is still in service. Just tell me, what can you buy?"

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng seemed to be determined to buy a strategic missile, Xiao Jinlang pondered and decided to reflect this situation to his superiors. As a result, the response was three or four days, during which there was no movement at all.

Until the fifth day, Xiao Jinlang came with the central decision, "We can sell the retired 'Dongfeng-3' ballistic missile to ensure a good readiness, and we will sell you up to five. Only regular warheads.

Moreover, we do not accept cash transactions. To barter, we must provide the technology or equipment we need. Finally, I would like to remind you that strategic missiles are no more complex than tactical missiles, and their complexity has increased linearly. Not everyone can use them. "

‘Dongfeng-3’, this is what the big dogs bought. The basic model has a range of 2,800 kilometers, and the improved model has a range of 4,000 kilometers. In order to equip this missile, the big dogs paid for the rabbit to repair two bases.

But ballistic missiles are so expensive that they are in stock. Zhou Qingfeng could only pinch his nose to recognize it. But what kind of goods should his mother give to rabbits?

I did n’t sell ‘Dongfeng-5’ this time, I ’m upset, and I ’m determined not to give you good goods—I’m going to give you a bunch of garbage!