The crew members who jumped out of the previous Murayu-class destroyer were unlucky again, some were hit by the fragments of the plane and died on the spot, some were blown away by the explosion, and some were burned to death!

"Dada......"

In another helicopter, countless bullets shot out from the spiral muzzle, shooting in front of Qin Lang in a large area.

Just when the driver licked his lips, thinking that he would be able to shoot the monster that suddenly appeared. only to find that all the bullets he fired hit a layer of cyan light mask, and then were bounced back like a rain curtain.

"No ......"

The driver shouted, and all the bullets had returned the same way they came, faster than they had just fired, and all of them hit the helicopter he was piloting.

'Boom ......'

The plane's fuel tank was pierced by these upside-down bullets, and the plane immediately exploded, turning into a cloud of smoke and quickly falling towards the sea.

"Long live the empire, long live the spirit of bushido!"

In the other helicopter, the pilot saw this scene and didn't dare to shoot again, so he simply gritted his teeth and shouted, drove the helicopter at high speed, and crashed into Qin Lang.

Rather for broken jade, not for the tile!

The bushido spirit of the Japanese people was extremely tragic, but before the high-speed helicopter flew to Qin Lang's side, the pilot saw a thick stick directly penetrate the glass of the cockpit and hit him hard.

The driver vomited blood and died on the spot, and as he was dying, he saw the stick being pulled upward. Carrying this heavy helicopter weighing fifteen tons across an arc, it crashed into a Murayu-class destroyer!

He picked it so easily, as if he was picking up a rag, picking and flicking, throwing the helicopter out of a distance of hundreds of meters!

'......Boom'

The Murayu-class destroyer that had just been prepared was directly hit by the helicopter on the bridge, smashing all the huge masts at once, and the power system immediately made a whimpering cracking sound, and the entire battleship shook a few times!

"Immediately and indiscriminately dense attack, absolutely not let him continue!"

On the Kongo-class battleship, the predecessor of the Kirishima where Murakami Tsukame is located participated in the battle of the attack on Pearl Harbor and was later refitted. Still in service with the battlefleet of the Japanese state, its artillery power is already fully modern, equipped with a shipboard vertical launch system, which can fire dozens of shells at the same time.

'Whoosh Whoosh ......'

With Murakami's order, all kinds of artillery and rockets were released!

"A swarm of pesky mosquitoes!"

Qin Lang spat in disgust, and then turned the cold ice stick in his hand horizontally, and smashed a rocket with a stick, and then picked it up, and a cannonball was swept out by him and fell into the inner harbor, blowing the ground out of a dirt pit with a diameter of more than ten meters.

Another rocket was smashed into Wakkanai Harbor, and a small seven-story building collapsed.

Qin Lang left stick after stick, picking off all the cannonballs in the sky!

"This ...... How is that possible?"

Murakami Tsukame saw Qin Lang being bombarded by a rocket just now, but now under the indiscriminate bombardment like raindrops, that guy not only didn't get blown away, but didn't move at all, and only used a stick to pick out all these shells!

What is his stick made of? Even if it's steel, it's bombarded by so many shells. It should have melted, but it hadn't even bent, it hadn't left a trace, was it still a human being? Is this stick still the material of this world?

Murakami Tsukame discovers that his brain is no longer enough. Everything he saw was beyond his comprehension.

Three months ago, that Huaxia Grandmaster named Yu Zhanhai had already brought him an unprecedented shock, and three months later, the one in front of him was no longer shock, but horror!

How did he know that Qin Lang wanted to try the power of these rockets before, so he resisted that rocket.

He found that the shells could not hurt him. But the enormous force generated could still knock him flying, so it seemed that these shells were still somewhat of a threat to him.

However, with Qin Lang's current strength, he didn't need to resist these shells at all, he easily picked up all the shells, and then stepped on the void and flew towards Murakami Tsukame, a Kongo-class battleship.

"Quick, quick. Second round of indiscriminate attacks!

Murakami Tsukame was frightened by Qin Lang's majestic appearance, and he screamed desperately and ordered!

The self-defense team members in the entire battleship can't care about the shock at this time, and if they continue to be shocked, they are afraid that they will be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

'Boom, boom, boom, ......'

Another round of dense artillery fire shot out, coming from a distance of less than three hundred meters from Qin Lang.

At such a close distance, as long as one hits him, he can delay the fighter, right?

Murakami Tsukame has reported the situation to Lieutenant General Nakaji Oshima. He believed that Oshima Nakaji would immediately find help, and the last time Yu Zhanhai came, the empire dispatched a grandmaster, Masune Taiji, although he was seriously injured by Yu Zhanhai in the end. But it also forced Yu Zhanhai away.

Murakami Tsukame is now hoping that the empire can send a few more grandmasters, although the grandmaster is a scarce resource, but it is better than destroying the warships in the military port in front of him.

"The third round of indiscriminate attacks, don't stop! Shoot me the shells! Shoot the light! I don't believe it, this guy can't be killed!"

Murakami Tsukame desperately slapped the command platform, wishing that he would turn into a cannonball and blow Qin Lang to death!

"No, General, the other party has opened fire! Run!"

One of the SDF members threw away his console and rushed to Murakami Tsukame's side.

"Bastard, what a cannonball, where did he get the shells!"

Murakami Tsukame scolded angrily. Looking out through the screen, he saw that Qin Lang in the air actually regarded the black stick as a golden hoop stick, and his hands were twisting rapidly in the middle!

The writhing of the stick produced a larger air flow than the propeller of a helicopter!

No, not the average big. Even stronger than the strongest tornado he Murakami Tsukame had ever seen!

The large air flow can already affect the impact of the cannonballs, and those cannonballs flying in mid-air are like fallen leaves in the wind under this strong wind, and they are all swept upside down and fly back!

A powerful hurricane blew, not only blowing back those shells, but also shaking the 10,000-ton ship.

"God, is this still the power of man? This is the power of God!"

Murakami Tsukame felt his brain go blank, and then returned with all the indiscriminate attack shells he had ordered, along with the freshly discharged shells of the third round. Blow up this Kong-class Aegis destroyer into several pieces!

That's not all, that, he seemed extremely unhappy with the three intensive attacks just now, carrying the stick. smashed down one stick after another, and the entire giant ship was smashed into several pieces of scrap metal.

Under this god-like beat, Murakami Tsukame fused with his beloved battleship and became a puddle of bloody mud!

Qin Lang took a vent and slapped the battleship into several pieces of scrap metal. Then he turned his head to look at the Izumo-class helicopter destroyer not far away!

"I've seen that!"

"Oh no, he's coming!"

"What to do, quick, launch missiles!"

"Bastard. Launch a missile here, and the whole of Wakkanai will be destroyed!"

The entire Fourth Self-Defense Force was in a state of shock, anxiety, and chagrin, and everyone watched as Qin Lang waved that indestructible iron rod, smashing a giant battleship lazily and smashing it into scrap iron.

What shells, what rockets, what guns and ammunition, what vertical launch system, what power system, all of them were like garbage in front of this demon, and they were all smashed into slag casually.

The entire people in the harbor felt despair, a helpless despair.

This kind of desperation is the existence that you watch the other party smash, but you are powerless to resist, and you can't even blow up a cannonball, what can they do as ordinary people?

After Qin Lang smashed one of the only two Izumo-class battleships left in the entire Wa Kingdom, the entire Fourth Self-Defense Force had already damaged more than half of them.

At this time, on a military plane rushing to Tokyo, Lieutenant General Oshima Nakaji Oshima, who had successfully killed the Chinese grandmaster, was drinking wine on the way to Tokyo to report on his work, and comfortably enjoying the adoring gaze of the beautiful flight attendants in the crew.