Scholars in the courtyard

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

After so many days of accumulation, they only had fifteen missiles in their battalion, which was not enough for a few rounds.

If they had the same stock as before, they would have been able to shoot to their heart's content this time.

Of course, the previous ones were only painful for a while, and they were really useless.

"Lao Li, I heard that you have some connections in Sijiu City. Can you come and see us? Our battalion will use this kind of thunder in the future?"

The chief of staff took out a cigarette and lit it, smacking his lips, looking at the silver-white missile on the launcher beside him, his eyes full of love.

This is definitely the best missile he has ever seen and used.

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

"If it was before, it would still be useful."

"But now, it's not possible."

The chief of staff was surprised and asked in a low voice, "Why, your man collapsed."

The battalion commander said, "Don't talk nonsense."

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

"What does it matter? Let them continue to make it."

The chief of staff said to the Red Star Machinery Factory

"You don't understand, this is a big deal."

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

"It seems to be turning, battalion commander, they are going to run!"

"Do you want to shoot them down?"

Suddenly, the radar operator shouted at the battalion commander.

The battalion commander immediately picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and saw that the two big guys were maneuvering quickly. There were no other planes around. The one at the back was followed by two thunderbolts.

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

Moreover, the two planes were still climbing upwards, presumably to use the high speed to get rid of the missiles.

"Damn it, this guy is so big, and he can run so fast, how did he do it?"

"It must be Mach 3!"

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

Pah

Ouch

The soldier covered his heel and looked at the battalion commander aggrievedly, but the battalion commander glared back, "What are you doing, lock it for me quickly, don't let them run away."

"Radar, lock it for me, whoever runs towards us later, shoot it down for me."

Just after the battalion commander finished speaking, the soldiers behind him hadn't run over yet, and saw a silver-white missile suddenly rushing out from the top of his head, followed by another one.

"Damn, one step late."

On the Li Guang.

At the moment the signal appeared, seven or eight silver-white lines emerged around and rushed towards the plane in the sky.

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

Silver-white missiles chased the planes and hit them with an acceleration.

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

But they didn't run far before they were hit by other missiles and exploded in mid-air!

Just as Zhang Wu opened his mouth in disbelief, two missiles flew out from above his head.

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

In just over a minute.

Two more missiles were launched.

This was much faster than the last time the anti-ship missiles were launched.

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

This time, of course, he wouldn't make a mistake.

Ten birds in the forest are not as good as one bird in the hand.

Hit him first.

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

The sky was clear.

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

This is an opportunity that must not be missed.

So he asked Captain Li to stop living and directly fired the last two missiles.

Whoosh Whoosh

The sound that appeared again passed through the ears of the crew. Unlike the whirring sound of the upstream anti-ship missiles, the sound of thunder was crisper, a bit like an eagle's cry.

In the air, two XB-70 bombers were trying to turn around.

Previously, because of the height advantage, their position was relatively high, and there were F104s around to help block the guns, so they were not attacked.

But as the sparks around them became more and more, and there were fewer and fewer people blocking the guns around, they found that their big guys had become targets.

The missiles flashing dazzling white light in the sun were like killers, and whoever they stared at would die!

Boom~~~

The belly of the XB-70 in front was hit by a missile, and the bomb in the cabin exploded instantly. The violent explosion blew the entire plane to pieces, and the scattered shrapnel even burst onto the plane next to it.

The other XB-70 bomber had no way to deal with it, and was trying to avoid the fragments 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.

They were indeed driving the best planes. I even heard from the instructor that there were only two in the United States.

But what's the use of the best planes?

He didn't even have a weapon for self-defense, and his speed advantage was a joke in front of his opponent, the silver killer.

"Quickly, destroy the instruments and prepare to parachute!"

The driver turned pale and shouted loudly.

The bombardier behind him was also panicked. After hearing the words, he hurriedly picked up the wrench on the side.

They originally thought that they could escape from the ground attack with the height and speed of the plane, but who would have thought that the other side would hide such a powerful weapon.

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

So much so that they were locked by the missile before they could react.

At this time, it is a bit late to adjust for such a large body.

However, as elite pilots, they specifically stated when they got on the plane that if there was an accident, the plane would never 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 others die, your family will suffer.

Just when the pilot shouted these words, the navigator beside him shouted, "Be careful, missiles on the left front!"

The driver instantly saw a ball of flames coming from below!

It's too fast.

The response is too slow!

The sweat on the driver's face dripped down his helmet, and he looked horrified.

Three seconds!

Only three seconds to react!

The sound fell, and the driver had ejected.

The plane flew hundreds of meters diagonally and was hit by a missile.

Boom~~~

The bomb shattered the entire wing, and then the entire plane hit the sea like a bomb.

"Hahaha, okay, good fight!"

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

"Ten out of ten shots hit! Who dares to say that our Li Guang name is in vain this time!"

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

"Let's go celebrate for our hero!"

Zhang Wu walked out with a smile, and a group of staff officers behind him laughed. Then he looked at the fallen wreckage in front of him, and someone shouted, "Send a ship to capture the prisoners!"

In the sky, the F104 could no longer be seen. Several aircraft were flying in the distance and hovering in the sky, looking more like belated scavengers.

Below, umbrella flowers occasionally appeared, and the people below also looked depressed. They knew what was waiting for them after they fell.

It’s not that they don’t have weapons on them, they just have a pistol. What’s the use of it?

Oh, you can commit suicide and achieve your own wisdom.

But, that's not what elites like them should do.

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

In the headquarters, the old man was holding a glass of water with a smile, and a group of staff officers behind him were already hugging and excited, and some even sang songs, looking 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 of them were broken, the chiefs of staff around him stepped forward. Before he could speak, the old man shouted, "Go and see if there are any planes that are in good condition. You must find them."

The chief of staff was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise, "Chief, what do you mean by a plane that is in good condition? It would be nice to have some scraps like this."

The old man opened his mouth wide, and after a long time he smiled helplessly, "Damn it, I promised to give you the wreckage, how do you explain it now?"

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

Hearing this, the chief of staff rolled his eyes, it's no wonder he did it well.

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

"Let the scraps of copper and scraps of iron be scrapped of scraps of scrap metal. When the time comes, we will send them a train of railroad cars, so that we won't be told that we didn't keep our word."

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

No wonder this guy came from the same class as the guy from the 7th Machinery Department. As expected, he is an iron wall.

As night fell, in the Forty-Nine City, the old man with a Chinese-shaped face listened to the report on the phone, smiled, patted the table and shouted "Hello".

Finally hanging up the phone, he laughed on the spot. In his excitement, he couldn't help but shout, "Well done, well played."

"Now I'll see if they still dare to come."

As he said that, he ran outside. He wanted to tell everyone the good news.

Seventh Machinery Department.

After Mr. Wang heard the news about the battle in Shanghai today, he has been waiting in the office. Mr. Qin in the office next to him was busy with other things, but he often stopped writing and listened quietly to the movement next door, as if waiting for news. .

Ring ring ring

When the phone rang, Mr. Wang immediately picked it up and started asking questions inside.

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

"Old money, old money, it's done, it's done."

In an instant, Mr. Wang rushed out of the office and then rushed into Mr. Qian's house. He hadn't spoken yet, but his expression told Mr. Qian the result.

Mr. Qian put down his pencil, stood up and asked hurriedly, "Tell me, how is it? How is it?"

"Of more than a hundred planes, only one got out. Oh, Lao Zhang, it's true, we can't keep them all."

"Ha ha ha ha"

Speaking of this, Mr. Wang himself felt funny.

Qian Lao's heart immediately dropped.

This time, the chain finally didn’t slip.

However, this thunder is too amazing.

"What about the data on the missiles?"

"Uh, I, I forgot to ask."

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

After saying that, Old Wang ran out again, but came back before returning to the office. "Old Qian, talk to the machinery factory. They have a share of this credit."

Old Qian nodded, "Okay, I'll call now."