Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 503: The God of War roar

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The W90 self-propelled howitzer is a heavy weapon that is out of date. If it is born ten years earlier, it will definitely become the main equipment of the Huaxia artillery. If it was born fifty years earlier, it would be no exaggeration to say that it is the **** of war.

Unfortunately, this kind of powerful heavy equipment was developed and was outdated, because the world war mode was changed. The attack was launched from the air, precision-guided weapons became popular, and electronic technology developed rapidly. The **** of war is lonely.

The Zhou Qingfeng did transport the W90 self-propelled howitzer disguised as cargo after the cargo ship entered the Japanese waters. With a thick and long barrel, a car body weighing more than a dozen tons appeared in the wilderness of Wasteland, a rough and greasy killing breath came into being, and the **** of war seemed to come alive.

After six years of development in the real world, the W90 has condensed the hard work and sweat of countless military personnel, and is the only heavy caliber howitzer in China. Unfortunately, after a series of tests, it can only be sent to the military museum to withstand the sun and wind, and it is not useful at all.

Now, the W90, which has been placed high hopes, has finally found its world. The air force of Wasteland is basically over. Even if it is re-developed in the future, it will only be able to significantly reduce the technical level of decades after the lack of a large number of supporting facilities.

It ’s like giving you an I7 CPU, but all the accessories are completely destroyed. You can only use 286 motherboards from the garbage dump. You should be fortunate that you have not completely returned to the 8086 era. Anyway, 286 has already entered the PC era, 8086, that is the era of industrial computers.

Heavy airpower regresses sharply, and heavy artillery is naturally desperate. Zhou Qingfeng happily turned the body of the W90 towards the direction of Mérida, put down a huge gun **** to stabilize the car body, and then loaded the divided grenade warhead and the No. 1 cartridge into the gun chamber.

Then ..., there is a trouble!

Two basic problems need to be solved to fire the gun. First, you need to know where you are, and second, you need to know where the target is. To put it bluntly, you need to know the precise position and distance of the target relative to yourself. If you don't know this parameter, firing the gun is also blind.

But now, Zhou Qingfeng can only estimate that he is about five kilometers away from Mérida, but where is he blinded? This problem was originally to be solved by ‘DogMeat’ because ‘DogMeat’ has a laser top.

Laser gyros can provide fairly accurate positioning information when GPS satellites are lost. It can move over a thousand kilometers with an error of 100 meters. This is the reason why Zhou Qingfeng called back ‘DogMeat’ – without ‘DogMeat’ he did n’t even know where he was?

But ‘DogMeat’ has n’t come yet. It has n’t even entered Zhou Qingfeng within ten kilometers. This is the maximum distance that the armband computer can communicate with it.

So what should I do ..., silly wait?

Zhou Qingfeng, look at the time. It has been thirty-five minutes before he escapes from the bedroom of the Governor ’s Mansion. Although there was still an hour before Gesar agreed with him, he would not think that the **** with no lower limit would really have an hour of patience, and half an hour was just afraid that it was already the limit.

Think about your eighteen little maids like flowers. Although the relationship between the two parties is normal, Zhou Qingfeng feels responsible for saving the beautiful girl in this world. After all, women are now the weak, scarce resources and must be protected.

You think I ’m right! This is politically correct, okay? So Zhou Qingfeng decided to try a tentative shot and try to fire the gun anyway!

Estimate, estimate, probably, maybe, maybe, it seems, maybe, Zhou Qingfeng finally lifted the barrel high, imagine that he was probably aiming at the square in the Mérida center. Where is it about two kilometers away from the Governor ’s Mansion, even if it is a little off, it should not be too far off?

Zhou Qingfeng thought about it for a while, and the last time he gritted his teeth, he pressed the artillery button. At the sound of a bang, the originally quiet wilderness thundered and thundered, and the ground shook, the muzzle burst into flames more than ten meters high, and the whole world seemed to tremble. He wore earphones and opened his mouth, but he was still scared by the shock!

The W90 ’s 203mm barrel is really much stronger than the 130mm M46, and the two are simply not comparable. The twenty-three-liter super-large pharmacy is really too perverted, the wood is human!

While waiting for the muzzle to disperse a little, Zhou Qingfeng looked at the sky with doubt. Shooting at close range can only shoot high trajectories, the projectile will fly in the air for a period of time, but the question is where will this shell fall? This time he can only pray secretly, but please don't fly around, just hit a little flowers and grass!

At the moment in the Governor ’s Mansion, Gesar knocked on the door of Zhou Qingfeng ’s bedroom. He could vaguely hear the sound of girls crying behind the door. He quickly laughed and asked the people behind him: "Have you heard? It seems that the little pitiful are screaming, I guess they are being scared to death."

A bunch of mercenary are coaxing, they are licking the blood with a knife head, making countless dead scum, and now enjoy the horror they spread. The cry, cry and cry of the weak are part of their lives.

"And the Governor, he may be trembling under the covers, praying that God can save him." A mercenary also deliberately imitated a trembling posture, which caused a burst of laughter.

"I like your joke, let's verify it." Gesar kept on playing, he couldn't open the door as soon as he pushed it, and he slammed two bullets at the door lock.

The brass lock was blown away, revealing a hole, and the panic screams in the bedroom could be heard more clearly. Gesar laughed again: "I guess they are looking for hiding places everywhere, and I like this game. I will do them where I will find them."

The mercenarys who were staying outside the room were all around, all smiles on their faces, rubbing their fists and thinking about how to have fun later. And Gesar pushed the door again, and the door could not be pushed after half the opening. "This bunch of **** always don't grow in. A wardrobe can't stop us."

As Gesar waved, a mercenary with a shotgun approached with a grin, and fired three shots at the door. After banging down the gunshots, the thick wooden door was hard broken into a big hole, and Gesar kicked with his feet, kicking the whole door.

The room was already screaming and crying. Eighteen little maids shivered and shivered, and a slightly older girl was holding a revolver in his hand.

But Revolver did n’t point to Gesar. The tearful girl pointed her gun at her head and shook her head stubbornly. "I wo n’t let you **** touch me. I ’d rather die." Will not let you torture. "

Following Gesar, one after another came into a pile of mercenarys with guns and ammunition. When seeing the fragile resistance of the girls, some people whistled and laughed: "It doesn't matter if you die, we also Can play. "

Ha Ha Ha ..., laughter is like **** from hell, and Gesar is as terrible as a demon. They walked forward swaying, feeling a big meal in front of them.

As a leader, Gesar, in addition to the brains of sperm, sarcastically asked, "Where is our Excellency Governor? Isn't he coming to greet our guests?"

As soon as this remark comes, the "Greeting" of the Governor-General really came!

A loud explosion sounded outside the window, the whole ground was shaking, the window burst, the curtains were ripped into pieces, and the floor bounced unsteadily. All the mercenary immediately fell down and bowed their heads in horror.

The heavens and the earth change color, and the sun and the moon are dull. This is the end of the end. The disaster in the disaster, the floating soil on the ground explodes into the air, and tens of thousands of fragments are flying across. No one can still stand, and within the explosion range, all lifeformss must maintain a minimum respect for this powerful shell made by humans.

The heroes bowed their heads, the women and children broke their galls, and there was no match for them. This power is too strong, too strong, this is an extremely violent explosion, this is the pride of the thick pipe, this is the roar of the **** of war!

This shell dropped from the sky ..., blasted Zhou Qingfeng's own home! (To be continued.)