I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1114: Who gives color to anyone

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Hogg can never understand.

One hundred kilometers, the safe distance in his eyes, was placed in front of the shipboard electromagnetic gun of the Star Ring Trade, which is just the ordinary distance of fire.

After two rounds of upgrading, the shipboard electromagnetic guns on the Guardian-class frigates are no longer the magical revision of the original fifty-type electromagnetic guns, but anti-ship main guns designed exclusively for warships. A 50-kilogram mass ammunition is enough to tear a frigate of the same tonnage into two pieces.

Even a frigate of two thousand tons can play the DPS that the legendary battleship only possesses. The "guardian" of the Star Ring Trade brings the tactical concept of "boat carrying artillery" to the extreme, bringing the naval battle to 22 The era of "investigation is destruction" of the century.

Just as the two F-35Cs took off from the deck of the Ford-class aircraft carrier, the guns of the two guard-class frigates were already aimed at the hull of the Ford.

It is no exaggeration to say that once there is a conflict between the two sides, the 75 carrier-based aircraft in the aircraft carrier will have no chance of taking off, and they will be sent to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. As for the two F-35Cs that have taken off, as long as they dare to fly here, the laser anti-missile system on the frigate has taught them to be humans.

The frigate headed by , a sturdy-looking captain stood in the bridge, staring at the carrier battle group on the holographic image quietly.

From the moment this aircraft carrier battle group passed over Hawaii, they were locked in the lens by the "Sky Eye" observation satellite of the star ring trade.

This is also the reason why Jiang Chen did not take this carrier battle group to heart, because they did not leave his "eyes" from beginning to end.

"Report that the two carrier-based aircraft took off from the deck of the Ford and headed straight to us. It has been confirmed that the model is F35-C, and the type of bomb is unknown." The first officer salutes and reports to the captain.

The captain nodded, his mouth grinning coldly.

"Show them some colors."

"Yes!" The first officer humbly saluted, turned and trot away.

Soon, a searchlight-shaped device rose from the middle of the frigate at the back, and pointed toward the distant airspace.

If those two F-35s knew that they had been discovered by someone else ’s radar, they would certainly not dare to rush into the face of the “Guardian”.

But unfortunately, they know nothing about power.

"This is Sea Lion-1 (Sea Lion-2), which is close to the Star Ring frigate, and no submarine activity has been detected underwater. The other party has not found us for the time being, requesting the next instruction." The frigate has appeared on the radar, and the pilot flying the F-35C immediately reported the situation to the aircraft carrier.

Hearing a report from the frontline pilot, Hog's face showed a subtle mocking.

He had previously worried about what tricks Xinghuan was playing. Now it seems that they are just bluffing.

"Give them some color to look at." Hogg said lightly, and at the end did not forget to tell the sentence, "Take care when you see it, don't play too much."

"Received."

Two F-35Cs changed their formations in the air and descended to the two Guardian classes of Star Ring Trade.

Perhaps out of extreme self-confidence in his own flying skills, or perhaps he was extremely convinced that the Star Ring Trade would never dare to fire the first shot. Out of the clouds, he was about to pass over the frigate's head, and suddenly appeared and disappeared on the opponent's radar.

With the stealth performance of the F35, this tricky provocation, they can be said to be trial and error.

Although I have tried it only with the Iraqi and Syrian army.

Expertly opened the photoelectric reconnaissance pod mounted on the belly of the aircraft. Giles was preparing to "suddenly appear" on the other party's radar, but found that the frigate directly in front of him lit a white light.

He had n’t reflected what it was, and the glare enveloped his cockpit instantly.

Giles closed his eyes reflexively, and the pain in his pupils told him what had happened.

"Ahhhhhhhh!-My eyes are out of sight-! Fak, what is that stuff!"

A hoarse scream from a comrade-in-arms came in his ear. Giles wanted to open his eyes to confirm his situation, but the glare flooding the cockpit made all this unrealistic luxury.

The two planes were like blind flies, messed up in the air, and even nearly collided.

Due to the cold sweat, Giles used his driving experience in the air to make several maneuvers in a row, and still did not throw away the strong light that enveloped the cockpit.

The light seemed to have long eyes, and it stuck to his cockpit.

He swears that he has never seen such an alternative weapon!

If it is just ordinary bright light, it is impossible to achieve this level. He was convinced that when he was maneuvering, the nose was no longer facing the frigate, but the entire cabin was still shrouded in harsh light and could not escape.

There is only one explanation. The star ring trade must have used some kind of microwave weapons he has never heard of, so that his entire cockpit cover, even the light-proof eyepieces on the helmet, have become glowing light bulbs ...

"Sea Lion-1, here is the headquarters, what the **** are you doing? Please answer ... Ziz ... repeat, please answer ..."

"God, God, God ... Please, do n’t do this, please ..."

Sitting panicly in the name of God, Giles almost reluctantly pulled the plane back above the clouds with intuition and years of driving experience. But even so, he still failed to get rid of the lock of the bright light.

Whether there is a reminder of the missile lock or not, the thermal decoy and chaff jamming flicked out.

Flying for five minutes in panic.

Even he did n’t know whether he escaped, or whether Xinghuan Trading let him go.

The glare that enveloped the cockpit finally disappeared. Giles only felt that his body had been soaked in cold sweat. He confirmed his position through the radar, and went north for more than 20 kilometers before adjusting the course to the direction of the Ford. Return home.

As for the two frigates, not to mention passing by, he did n’t even dare to look back.

"Haishi-2, how is your situation?" Switching to the squad channel, Giles asked his comrades.

"This is Sea Lion-2. I need eye drops ... other than that, everything is normal."

"Is it okay to land?"

"No problem ... probably."

After confirming the safety of his comrades-in-arms, Giles breathed a sigh of relief, immediately contacted the aircraft carrier, and simply reported on what had just happened.

Until now, he could n’t believe what had just happened.

If it were n’t for the painful eyes and the cold sweat that soaked his back, he would rather believe that what happened just now was a dream.

A deep nightmare ...

After hanging up the communication with the command center, Giles's muscles, which were tense and tight, gradually relaxed.

The crisis has been lifted, and he will soon be able to return to the aircraft carrier.

Out of curiosity, he reached for the canopy.

However, the moment his hand touched the canopy, the expression on his face was strange again.

Not only the cockpit cover, but also the goggles on his helmet, and even the instrument dial in the cockpit ...

He clearly felt a touch of heat when he was wearing flying gloves.

What a hell! (To be continued.)