Rise of the Wasteland

The battle between life and death is guts, courage, and luck.

Watching his men being shot down like a wild goose, the remaining personnel flew away like frightening birds, and Quino, who was in charge of air command, was finally unable to calm down. His father is being shelled, and he has already emptied all the cards in his hand, and now he can only play them.

However, Zhou Qingfeng has been hiding his hand, three times in a row ‘excellent alertness’ can win him three seconds in calm time. Seeing the opponent's super-level performance, the trajectory of the heavy machine gun quickly moved closer to the helicopter he was riding on, and he directly took out his hole card.

Three seconds is enough for Zhou Qingfeng to pour three hundred bullets at his opponent. This wall of rain can kill any unarmored target within a kilometer range. And this ‘Beach’ plane that came swiftly was hit by this deadly wall, the head crashed and the blood broke, the crashed pieces broke, and the hit ashes extinguished!

Maybe it was the father and the son. When Quino launched a decisive attack, Santos inside the frigate looked out from the bullet-proof glass window of the bridge. There was nothing visible above the sky for thousands of kilometers, but suddenly The burst of fire meant a loss of the plane.

Watching the fire light up and the sky burst with a large number of fragments, Santos seemed to sense that his son had been killed. He immediately shouted frantically, and finally ordered: "Turn the direction and launch an attack on that patrol boat. Command the engine room, at full speed!"

Santos, who had nowhere to vent, could only throw his anger into the patrol boat that was confronting him. He dropped his command on the bridge and ran to the frigate's former main gun as a gunner.

At the moment, the butcher is also in a state of turmoil, because there are too many enemies rushing, more than 20 speedboats, including retired torpedo boats with a speed of more than 50 knots, this is simply not alive!

"Who hit first? Hit the torpedo boat?" As the tank captain, the butcher saw dozens of waves coming through the waves at once in the periscope.

Zhou Qingfeng finally finished the threat of the sky and hurried to support the butcher. He yelled on the radio: "Hit you a ghost, you run away quickly for me. The enemy's main force has been abandoned by us, now they can be killed by flying a kite."

In addition to the Stinger X anti-aircraft missile, Zhou Qingfeng has a Javelin anti-tank missile. There is no way to approach an air defense capable frigate with this gadget, but a speedboat is more than enough.

Zhou Qingfeng aimed at a torpedo boat moving at high speed on the sea. This hundreds of tons of things are used to fight bayonet at sea, fast speed! Fortunately, the 'Rescue Eagle' is flying faster than a torpedo boat!

Just a moment, ‘Javelin’ fired, and locked the torpedo boat chaotically at sea. After more than ten seconds, the warhead hit the target, and the armor-piercing warhead easily penetrated the explosion inside the opponent's ship, paralyzing it on the sea.

When Zhou Qingfeng launched an attack on the sea in the air, the enemies who had originally tried to patrol the patrol boat 'Eagle' immediately dispersed. It's just that these guys are scattered and not messed up. Obviously, they have a stronger psychological quality than those pilots who run in the air.

Especially after the frigate caught up, it simply forced the helicopters away with its large amount of air defense firepower. Zhou Qingfeng didn't dare to come close to taste what the other party ’s thirty-mm anti-aircraft artillery was like. He could only shout on the radio: "Butcher, you can jump into the sea. I can save you and Minsk."

Banging, Zhou Qingfeng focused on clearing a threatening torpedo boat, but the anti-aircraft fire on the enemy frigate had begun firing at him, forcing Caterina to escape quickly.

The 'Eagle' patrol boat was fleeing at full speed of thirty two knots, but it fled and turned back. The butcher inside the ship's deck tank laughed and laughed: "Why are Russian men afraid of fighting? We always trade our lives for honor!"

Two cannons rang, and the tank and the frigate fired at the same time. Both sides were close to the range of five kilometers, and two artillery shells crossed in the air, quickly rushing to their respective targets.

On the frigate, the two main artillery shells fired extremely quickly, but the manual aiming accuracy was not high, and they could only try their luck on the bumpy sea. On the patrol boat, the short-range laser-guided shells continuously hit the frigate, but the opponent was really a reinforced iron bone. The grenade broke a bunch of external facilities, but failed to mute the opponent.

After dozens of 76-mm artillery shells were fired, Santos's artillery group finally lost a shot. The shells hit the waterline of the patrol boat and blew up the engine room. The loss of power, the eagle, could only float on the water, and the crew dived into the sea.

The "Abrams" fixed on the bow of the ship was still firing. After several rounds, it was found to have little effect on the frigate. Even a grenade hit the opponent's turret directly, but the opponent continued firing after half a minute.

In a hurry, Minsk called out: "Change armor-piercing shells, don't guide, let's hit each other's turrets by ourselves."

The "Eagle" has stopped on the sea and cannot move, and a circle of speedboats are desperately firing around it. All kinds of holes in the hull were instantly made. The enemy's frigate was still approaching, and two 76mm main guns kept blasting, and Shuihua could cover the patrol boat.

The "Abrams" fixed on the bow of the ship quieted down, no matter how Irene Ellie said on the radio that she had locked her target, the two Russian bears in the tank were unmoved.

"Get on time and take revenge on my son. I must kill this ship." On the frigate's former main gun ~ www.readwn.com ~ Santos with red eyes was directing the gun group to load a large amount of ammunition from the cabin. . Five rows of seventy-six millimeter artillery bombarded continuously.

The artillery group are all retired veterans recruited by Santos in the Cuban Navy, and they are particularly compliant with Santos, who was originally a general. But when they hit the Eagle more and more miserably, the tank placed on the bow of the opposite side suddenly opened fire, and a 29a4 tail steadily hulled armor-piercing projectile flew over.

The slender depleted uranium core swept through a distance of more than two thousand meters at a speed of several times the sound and hit the frigate's main gun in the breath. The turret of the former main gun resisted the explosion of the grenade, but failed to resist an armor-piercing warhead that could penetrate hundreds of millimeters of armor.

The depleted uranium rod core with self-sharpening effect shot into the turret and immediately disintegrated and flew into horrible high-speed debris. It sounded so stubborn in my ears, and when Santos's head buzzed, he turned back, and all the guns of more than ten people behind him fell into a pool of blood.

Santos, a gunner, fortunately avoided the armor-piercing projectile. His ears were bleeding, his brain was buzzing, and he stumbled from the gun position. He could no longer drive the main gun.

"Damn bastard, you owe another blood debt! I won't let you go." (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: