Chapter 503: The Roar of the God of War

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The W90 self-propelled howitzer is an untimely heavy weapon. If it was born ten years earlier, it would definitely become the main equipment of the Chinese artillery. Fifty years after its birth, it is no exaggeration to say that it is the God of War.

It's a pity that this powerful heavy equipment fell behind after it was developed, because the mode of world war has been changed. At this point, attacks were launched from the air, precision-guided weapons became popular, and electronic technology developed rapidly. The god of war is lonely.

Zhou Qingfeng did transport the W90 self-propelled howitzer disguised as cargo after the cargo ship entered the Japanese waters. When the car body with a thick and long barrel and weighing more than ten tons appeared in the wilderness of the wasteland, a rough and ferocious killing atmosphere emerged spontaneously, and this god of war seemed to come alive.

After six years of research and development in the real world, the W90 has condensed the painstaking efforts and sweat of countless military personnel. It is the only large-caliber heavy howitzer in China. But sadly, after a series of tests, it could only be sent to the military museum to withstand the wind and sun, and it was useless at all.

And now, the W90, which was once highly expected, has finally found its own world. The air force in the wasteland is basically finished. Even if it develops again in the future, it will only be able to retreat a few decades to the technical level after losing a large number of supporting facilities.

It's like giving you an I7 CPU, but all the accessories are completely destroyed, and you can only use a 286 motherboard from the garbage dump. You should be glad that you have not completely returned to the era of 8086. The 286 has entered the PC era anyway, and the 8086 is the era of the industrial computer.

With the sharp retreat of air power, heavy artillery naturally survived the desperate situation. Zhou Qingfeng happily drove the body of the W90 towards the direction of Merida City, put down the huge cannon pick to stabilize the car body, and then loaded the divided grenade warhead and the No. 1 cartridge into the barrel.

Then..., here comes trouble!

To fire a gun, two basic problems need to be solved. First, you must know where you are, and second, you must 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 a gun is just a blind shot.

But now, Zhou Qingfeng can only estimate that he is about five kilometers away from Merida City, but he is blind to where. This problem was supposed to be solved by 'Dog Meat', because 'Dog Meat' has a laser gyro on its body.

The laser gyro can provide quite accurate positioning information when the GPS satellite is lost. It can move more than a thousand kilometers with an error of 100 meters. This is why Zhou Qingfeng called back 'dog meat' - without 'dog meat' he wouldn't even know where he was?

But 'dog meat' hasn't arrived yet, and it hasn't even come within ten kilometers of Zhou Qingfeng, which is the maximum distance for the armband computer to communicate with it.

So what to do..., silly wait?

Zhou Qingfeng checked the time, thirty-five minutes had passed since he escaped from the bedroom of the Governor's Mansion. Although it was still some time before Gesar agreed with him for an hour, he didn't think that the bastard who had no limit would really have an hour of patience, and half an hour was probably the limit.

Thinking about his eighteen beautiful little maids, although the relationship between the two parties is not good, Zhou Qingfeng feels that he has the responsibility to save the beautiful girls in this world. After all, women now belong to the weak and scarce resources and must be protected.

You think I'm right! This is political correctness, okay? So Zhou Qingfeng decided to fire a cannon tentatively, at least to heat up the barrel!

Estimate, estimate, maybe, maybe, maybe, like, maybe, Zhou Qingfeng finally raised the barrel high, imagining that he was probably aiming at the square in the center of Merida. It's about two kilometers away from the Governor's Mansion, even if it's a little bit off, it shouldn't be too far away, right?

Zhou Qingfeng probably thought about it,

Gritting his teeth for the last time, he pressed the bombardment button. Just hearing a bang, thunder exploded in the originally quiet wilderness, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and the flames from the muzzle rushed more than ten meters high, and the whole world seemed to be trembling. He wore earphones and opened his mouth, but he was still frightened by the huge shock!

The 203mm gun barrel of the W90 is really much stronger than the 130mm M46, and there is no comparison between the two. The 23-liter super-large medicine room is really too perverted, it's not humane!

But waiting for the gunpowder smoke to dissipate a little, Zhou Qingfeng looked at the sky suspiciously. Shooting at close range can only shoot high ballistics, and the projectile will fly in the air for a while, but the question is where will this shell fall? He can only pray secretly, but please don't fly around, just hit a little flowers and plants!

But at the Governor's Mansion at the moment, Gesar knocked heavily on the door of Zhou Qingfeng's bedroom, and could faintly hear a girl's screams coming from behind the door. He hurriedly smiled and asked his subordinates behind him: "Did you hear that? It seems that those little poor people are screaming. I guess they are scared to death."

A bunch of mercenaries are booing, they are licking blood with their knives, they have made countless dead scum, and now they enjoy the terror they spread even more. The crying, begging, and screaming of the weak are part of their lives.

"There is also the governor, he may be hiding in bed and shivering, praying to God to 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 couldn't stop laughing. When he pushed the door, he couldn't open it, so he drew his gun and slammed two bullets at the door lock.

The copper lock was blown away, exposing a hole, and now the panicked screams from the bedroom could be heard more clearly. Gesar laughed again: "I guess they're looking for places to hide, and I like this game. I'll fuck them wherever I find them."

All the mercenaries outside the door gathered around, each with lewd smiles on their faces, gearing up and thinking about how to have a good time later. When Gesar pushed the door again, it couldn't be pushed even halfway open, "These little bastards don't make progress, and a wardrobe can't stop us."

As soon as Gesar waved, a mercenary with a shotgun came forward with a grin, and fired three shots at the door. After the sound of muffled gunshots, the thick wooden door was smashed into a big hole, and Gesar kicked hard, smashing the whole door.

The room was already full of screams and crying. Eighteen little maids huddled together tremblingly, and a slightly older girl in the lead was holding a revolver in her hand.

But the revolver didn't point at Gesar, the tearful girl pointed a gun at her head, shook her head stubbornly and said, "I won't let you bastards touch me, I'd rather die than let me go!" Tortured by you."

Following Gesar, a group of mercenaries with guns and ammunition came in one after another, and seeing the girls' extremely weak resistance, someone whistled and laughed: "It doesn't matter if you die, we can also play with dead bodies." .”

Hahaha..., the laughter seemed to come from hell, Gesar and his gang were as terrifying as demons. They walked forward unsteadily, feeling that a big meal was just around the corner.

As the leader, Gesar asked sarcastically, "Where is our Governor? Doesn't he come to greet our guests?"

As soon as this remark was made, the Governor-General's "greeting" really came!

A bang explosion sounded outside the window, the whole earth shook, the window exploded in an instant, the curtains were torn into rags and flew around, and the floor bounced unstable. All the mercenaries immediately got down on the ground, bowed their heads and hugged their heads, terrified.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sun and the moon dimmed. This was the doomsday of the doomsday, the disaster of disasters. The floating soil on the ground burst into the air, and tens of thousands of fragments were flying in all directions. No one can stand still, and within the explosion range, all creatures must maintain at least a minimum of respect for the powerful shells made by humans.

The heroes bow their heads, women and children break their courage, and they are unmatched wherever they reach. 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 God of War!

This cannonball that fell from the sky... blew up Zhou Qingfeng's own house! (To be continued.)

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