nbsp; The First Sino-Japanese War left behind not only bullet marks and ruins, but also carved common sense in the hearts of ordinary people to deal with nuclear explosions. Tomato Fiction Network ☆ w-w'w'.-f'qxsw The post-war survivors are very different from the people who came before them, and they know how to survive. During the war, there was no nuclear explosion in the former U.S. 6, and the mushroom cloud did not rise until today. For ordinary people, I'm afraid it's just like "the boot fell to the ground", and the inevitable thing was finally born. This is the most jungled era, but also the most tenacious era.

In the former American area, the bomb shelters, basements, subways, and tunnels that are equivalent to ruins have long been filled with people who have come to evacuate. Some of them have turned off radios, some have tablet computers, and they still can't stop people from getting and sending information in underground bunkers that gamma rays can't penetrate. Because everyone knows that the time is far from over.

Whether people will be able to get out of bunkers, whether rescue teams will still come, and whether there will be any remaining homes will depend on the next few minutes. It is possible that they will only take refuge and return to their homes after the disaster is over; It's also possible that you just lived a few minutes longer than others. But even if there are only ten minutes left before the catastrophe, there is still 6oo seconds of concealment time; As long as the end is not yet reached, you can wait and see. This is the end of the new post-war era, the end of the post-war era.

Footsteps can be heard at the east exit of the subway station. A gray-bearded lumberjack took off his coat and tore open the plastic bag that wrapped the radio and threw it all outside. Unhurriedly, he pulled the batteries out of his trouser pocket and pressed them into the back compartment one by one. The sound of the radio creaked and creaked, loud and echoed through the long pit tunnel:

“…… I believe in him. ”

It was a young woman's voice on the radio. △ Tomato Novel ○ Net ☆ w'w'w.fqxsw

"Always trust Him......"

This incident made everyone remember this voice, Chloe Taylor, Meng Bang's interview reporter.

"He's not a whooper. On the contrary, he is controlling the Hundred Day Ghost. No, I can't judge with my eyes at this time, I can feel his heart. His heart was still beating strongly, and he as I knew him was indeed there. He didn't tell me what he was doing, but I could feel that he wasn't scared. But ......"

She was silent for a moment, and the radio was silent, except for the noise.

Inside the entrance to the subway station, the lumberjack-like man walked to the lower level, rubbed past a young autonomous militia, and entered the shelter. He looked up and saw that there were many people sitting or lying in front of him. They are not interested in the newcomers, but listen hard, and several even pat the radio or headphones at the same time, in a similar posture and rhythm, quite funny.

Everyone, as if waiting for the verdict, wanted to hear what Chloe was going to say next.

"Yes, I can feel it." It was as if she was talking to someone who didn't have zài, "Now? I know. Attacked, what did he appear, or what he encountered. He met ......"

Chloe's words came to an abrupt end. ☆△◇☆Fan□ Tomato Novel Network w'w'w.fqxsw

Immediately, her exclamation came over the radio: "Quick! Stop them! ”

There was a roar of thunder in the northern sky, like heavy thunder.

The Saturated Eagle Wall has begun to attack.

Even the Second Sakhalin Air Battle, the most tragic of the First Sino-Japanese War, never had such a majestic "eagle wall" appeared. The Northern Autonomous Prefecture has put in almost all the aircraft capable of air combat, and the F15A and F4E fighters as the main force are layered on top of each other, and the twin engines are spewing black smoke one after another; Interspersed are F16UPGs, F1O6s, and even older F86 fighters. I have to admit that such a team is quite unbearable, and if it were during the Great War, this meeting would have been joked about as a museum parade. But that's all the power that can be worn. Some of the drivers are veterans of the war, and some are the new generation after the war, who once looked down on each other and laughed at each other, but now they have the same goal and the same goal, because the homeland is the same.

"100 percent full gear."

In unison, hundreds of pilots said this confirmation command at the same time, and countless motives roared in unison. Thunder echoes, thunderbolts connect with each other. The young pilots became excited, as if victory was ahead.

Rumbling voices reverberated through the sky, but only Chloe was on the radio shouting, "Stop them!" Come on! ”

Huge fleets began to add. ��○ eggplant ☆ novel net △▽△w-w'w-.'f-q'x-s-w'.'c'o-m

In the cockpit of one of the F5E fighters was a teenager who couldn't even get a driver's license. The whole grand atmosphere completely infected him, and there was nothing more exciting than a collective charge.

The clouds flew in front of him, and he was misty. Suddenly, a strong light flashed in front of him, and the surrounding clouds suddenly dispersed, and the air was as clear as if it had just been washed, and the entire blackened hell world appeared in front of him. Directly in front of it is the Hundred Day Oni battle body. The huge tetrahedron was motionless, only the three B72 nuclear bombers on the ground floor were slowly circling, like a sickle-wielding Grim Reaper looking down on the world. It's like appreciating, and it's like thinking about where to start harvesting life.

Just four planes, and only one of them was a true prototype of the Whooping Oni, burned such a vast expanse of land to hell on earth. And now it floats unhurriedly, as if it is picking its teeth after eating its food.

The F5E driver felt fear, and an inexplicably terrible thing grabbed him, leaving him unable to move, short of breath, and unable to calm his violently beating heart no matter how hard he tried to open his mouth wide to pant in the oxygen mask. The young man even felt like his heart had jumped out of his chest. He wasn't well-informed enough to have seen true fear, and he hadn't seen death.

The palpitations and the love on the verge of collapse spread quickly within the eagle wall. Soon, this seemingly ironclad team gradually swayed, the front and rear teams were scattered, the formation was difficult to maintain, and some people even wanted to escape. In this state, it is impossible to form a decent saturation attack at all, and it can only be a collective suicide. ○Tomato Novel Network w-w-w'.-f'q'x-s'w-.

"Let the fighters of the Northern Army disperse! Call them back! Chloe regained her sanity, but her tone remained uncalm, "He's going to succeed soon, and we need him." Listen to me, commanders of the Pan American Entente, I'm Chloe Taylor of the Daily News Agency, an interview reporter for Meng. If you are watching TV or listening to the radio, recall these fighters immediately. Meng is not a Hundred Days, but he can enter the Hundred Days, into a world that is completely different from ours. He's fighting in another world! I can feel it clearly. He will come back, back to us. ”

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, and her language soon became a little messy again. No one could understand Chloe's "other world", let alone believe that Meng Struck was fighting in another world, these statements were too bizarre. Even so, there are still many people like Chloe, who just believe in the struck and that there is an unbeatable force in this world, no matter what happens.

In the ranks of the saturated eagle wall, more and more people wavered, and the whole team almost collapsed at the touch of a button.

The F15A pilots of the central formation and the Eagle Wall Leader saw that the left and right formations could not be maintained, and the rear formation was breaking down. In his eyes, the Hundred Day Devil is a monster, and Koloe is the witch who helps the evil ghost bewitch the people. Although he couldn't stop the other team members from listening, the last moment had come, and his tone was angry and nervous: "Don't listen to her!" Don't even listen! Get ready to charge! ”

Almost no one responded.

The hollow rotation of the tetrahedral whooping ghost battle group became faster and faster, and it seemed that it was accumulating some kind of unknown immense power. At this time, it was the turn of the old bird in the Northern Army to feel empty, if the rumors of wartime were correct, the Hundred Day Ghost was like this before the destruction of the East Asian archipelago.

"Come back soon!" Chloe shouted.

Fear, hesitation, cringe, dilemma, extreme opposites torment every pilot.

At this time, the appearance of the head wolf Bill upsets the balance.

The presence of the Princes Private Military Company in the southern skies meant that the South could launch saturation attacks of almost equal size, and there was no way for the Hundred Days to hide. What's more, those who are slightly interested in the mercenary economy naturally know that Bill and Meng Struck have a bitter hatred, and the duel is not finally completed.

According to the rules, until this moment, Meng Struck and Bill the Head Wolf are still in a state of duel, killing or not.

The huge group of fighters of the Southern Army greatly boosted the morale of the Northern Army, and the scales once again tilted to the side of the Saturated Eagle Wall, and now it was really pouring out the last drop of blood.

Bill, the head wolf, looked at Meng Struck with a complicated expression. He really didn't expect that the guy he looked down on at the beginning had now become a troll capable of destroying the earth. But Bill didn't expect to meet him today, let alone make a big bet he was about to make.

"Bill the Head Wolf calls to you," he said softly over the intercom, "as planned." ”

With that, he began to push the throttle forward to the afterburner position, and the F35E fighter roared, shook violently, and began to pounce in the direction of the attack. The advanced Hornet fighters of Steller Bee Casey and Platoon Gun Bob followed.

A large number of Princes fighters appeared behind him, and they also turned on the afterburner and began to charge. However, instead of stacking saturated eagle walls like the Northern Army, they spread out like petals, detouring in different directions.

The South is on the offensive.

When the F15A driver of the Northern Army saw such a scene, he was like grasping a life-saving straw, and he shouted hysterically: "For freedom, charge with me!" ”

Under his orders and the infection of the head wolf Bill, the entire huge formation gathered again.

"Turn on active search, lock on to the target, and prepare for active bombing." The F15A pilot gave the command, and his left hand also followed the command, putting the black target at the top of the regular quadrilateral Reaper in the aiming ring, "Code Fox 1, shoot!" ”

There was a buzz on the radio: "Fox 1, the machine confirms shooting." ”

"Fox 1, missile fire."

"Fox 1, shoot them all."

The Saturation Eagle Wall is firing a salvo of missiles at the Whoopers, seeking to expand the scale of saturation and increase the computing burden of the Whoopers. In the Northern Army alone, there have been 500 targets attacking the Hundred Sun Ghosts.

There is nothing more dangerous than this, and this move is the equivalent of shaking a red cloth in front of a mad bull.

The three B72s of the Whooping Ghost Combat Body began to spin faster and faster, drawing multiple rings with crosses directly below the J-2O, and the end was coming.