A cold black torrent mixed with a strange burnt smell swept across the continent. The wind direction is very abnormal, as if the wind is blowing exactly the same in different places and at different altitudes. This is not the natural flow of air on the surface of the earth, as if the whole world is falling into hell together.

Meng Strike sat in the cockpit, in the environmental control system and three-proof protection, but this strange wind still made people feel extremely cold. The wind speed is not high, but it can absorb all the heat from the body. The black smoke in the air gradually formed long strands in the wind, and it looked like a woman's hair covering the heavens and the earth. The wind is as sharp as a bone-scraping steel knife, and every wisp of wind can cut a person's neck.

The follow-up power of the B61 tactical nuclear bomb began to be felt. Although this is a tactical-grade nuclear bomb with low radiation impact, the instantaneous high temperature and huge dust caused by the change in the environment of the nearby area, and the continuous nuclear bomb explosions raised a wall of mushroom clouds on the former United States continent, and the entire circulation climate was severely affected.

Everything in front of him was drowned in the black mist torrent, and he fell into a deeper abyss with himself.

The slam disappeared from the ranks.

The people of the Northern Air Defense Corps could not find the figure of the attack, but this may have given them more peace of mind. It is better to fight with tigers and leopards than with the devil. Their lives are still not in their own hands, although the Walliers unmanned fighter group cannot fight normally under the interference of the Great Exorcism Tower, but the high overload and high agility of the drones are unimaginable to flesh and blood humans, and their movements are even more strange and unpredictable in the chaotic control system, and they are simply dancing demons. It becomes more difficult to aim and shoot them. On the contrary, the purpose of this group of Walliers drones has changed to a collision, exchanging lives with the machine, which makes the situation of the Northern Army critical again.

They are no longer the invincible and invincible team they were before the war, and all that remains is pride. Without the support of long-range warning radars, AWACS aircraft, and satellites, life and death are not up to you. Although the combat power is still there and there is no opponent in the paddock, the battlefield at this moment is like a petri dish on the table, which will be overturned at any time.

The various fighter units of the Northern Army were already at the point of fatigue and collapse, and the shape shì changed again.

Thunderbolts broke the deadlock with a few explosions.

Many people suddenly witnessed large balls of fireballs and flashes of light in the rearview mirror, and when they came back to their senses, they found that the Walliers drone that was chasing them had been blown to pieces. Not only the Northern Army, but also the Southern Military Company and the Safari Mercenaries also saw their opponents suddenly explode in the air at the same time. It seems that after Arnold's ground control station was destroyed, the drones also self-destructed, but this should be a plot that will only exist in the movie, and real unmanned combat aircraft do not need to rely on ground control stations, and can fight until death.

More drones were reduced to wind fragments in the explosion. Only then did some pilots see clearly that the Walliers drone had been shot down, and that there were other units supporting them. They couldn't see each other's figures clearly, and they couldn't identify them. However, based on this method of combat alone, everyone actually guessed what was going on.

It was an ultra-long-range high-speed missile that shot down the drone, and there was almost no possibility of evasion. Moreover, the missile itself also has a stealth design, no trail, and composite guidance, which is almost completely imperceptible to the attacker, like a terrible hidden weapon that kills people for thousands of miles. After the war, who else could have the funds to purchase such advanced missiles and be qualified to use them?

The leader of the Northern Army was more depressed at this time than defeated.

The J-15 group of the Central Continent Navy Volunteer Peacekeeping Force arrived, and it was the missiles they launched.

The volunteer peacekeeping team began to hunt down the remnants of the Walliers drones, they are the backbone of the new cutting-edge, accompanied by electronic jammers and early warning aircraft command support, against the half-out of control of the Walliers aircraft group like a wind sweeping leaves, easily cleaned up.

But this was not pleased, and the leader of the Northern Army was helpless. When you need outsiders to interfere in your own family's affairs, you lose your autonomy. The military forces of the Central Continent can enter the former American Continent, and the Pan-American Entente does not have any warnings and statements, indicating that the two sides have reached some kind of tacit understanding, and there is no need to struggle anymore, so let this group of yellow monkeys play the role of savior.

The sound of explosions in the air has gradually thinned out and scattered, and the volunteer peacekeepers have taken control of the entire airspace. The series of treaties, promises, and tacit understandings signed after the end of the Great War had completely collapsed by this time, and the rules of the world were about to be rewritten. The Battle of the First Sino-Japanese War itself was not a battle in the true sense of the word, but a layout, like the opening of chess. The Japanese archipelago and the first island chain must be completely torn apart in a hard way, and the line from Aleutian to Solomon is the axis that attracts the attention of everyone, and the layout of the entire Pacific Ocean and the European theater are going on at the same time. Although the war ended, it seemed that because of the loss of control of the Hundred Day Demons, in the end, they each took half a step back without pain, but in fact, seeds were sown in all the places that were touched, and the harvest day was obviously today. From this moment on, every qiē will change.

The days of the past can be called the waiting for the Day of Judgment, and the foreseeable future will be the true post-apocalyptic era.

Uzhige's J-21 "Snow" fighter flew at high altitude, and his excellent stealth performance allowed him to hide in the middle of the battlefield without anyone noticing. He didn't care about those minions of Walliers drones. What happened to Qianmei, he knew better than the leader of the Northern Army. The special aviation units of the Central Staff do not participate in direct battles, but only carry out nodal strikes based on intelligence, influencing the course of history like a point. As one of them, Uzhige can see that the level of intelligence is very high. But the level of secrecy is so tight that it is impossible for Uzhige to know the full plan. The only thing he cares about at the moment is where the struck has gone, and where the key to history is.

Meng Zheng didn't care about any of this at all, and after all, he never cared about the division and contention of power in this world. He only does what he thinks is right, and he doesn't die for anyone. Now, Arnold is silent, and although the body has not yet been found, it is impossible for ordinary people to survive such violent impacts and explosions, and the Walliers fleet is also the last of the crossbows; As for the resurrection of the former American-made 100-day ghost, it has been completely solved, and it can even be said that it has been eaten by the real 100-day ghost of himself.

It's not a victory, though.

Victory doesn't make you so painful.

This is not the end.

The game was not won or lost until the last minute.

Even if it's the end of the world, never give up.

Meng Struck doesn't care about the ownership of the world order, but he cares about Kara, and he's never let anyone down, and he won't this time.

The J-20ASV has long been out of the battlefield. Manipulating the slammed, the beast sprinted over Fort Leavenworth and descended to a low altitude to hover, the plane slowing down and relying almost entirely on the lift engines to sustain its flight.

Ground visibility is very poor. A large amount of dust from a nuclear explosion is falling, and a swift wind is sweeping the land with charred black sand. The wind gusts and makes people feel creepy. The whole environment of the earth has been changed, there is no vegetation, no color, no life. All traces of human activity were wiped out from the surface of the earth by powerful shock waves.

The Fort Leavenworth Military Correctional Camp is a place where felons are kept, and is architecturally the introverted steel fortress. Kansas, which is also some distance away from the nearest nuclear explosion, has not yet been directly affected, and is now only swept in by the wind. However, the main building, the Papal Palace, has been destroyed, and the original dome-shaped structure and towering watchtower have completely collapsed, and the bricks and tiles are shattered. There weren't many dead people on the ground, except for the bodies of two Arnold's mercenaries. Arnold did put his chips here, and instead drove the prisoner to his cell inside the mountain. It just so happened that only his people died in this big explosion.

Kara must not die.

Meng Struck scrutinized every inch of the land.

The impact of the F14 was so violent and tragic that the entire massive fuselage had been completely destroyed and burned to ashes. Occasionally, a few pieces of unrecognizable wreckage were also burned into completely white Cheng dù. It's hard to imagine what the driver will be like inside. But Mengsheng didn't imagine either, he didn't believe that Kara was dead.

She must have skydived.

The nose of the plane has long been burned to the ground, and it is impossible to tell whether the pilot has ejected out of the cabin or not.

But Meng Struck knew that Carla must have parachuted out, and she was not a fool.

Anyone who knows even the slightest thing about flying knows that if you parachute before impact, you will never hit your target. The aircraft has a well-developed aerodynamic shape that naturally sustains flight rather than falling when no one is piloting. If the pilot thinks he is aiming at the target and then jumps, the plane will tilt his head back and fly again. If you want to hit accurately, you must always stay in the cockpit, push forward to suppress the upward trend of the aircraft, and prevent the aircraft from surviving until it hits, and it is possible to hit as accurately as it is now.

Mont Struck believes that Kara has a solution, as she has never been stupid.

The system was still searching for traces of Kara, and there were so few pieces that most of them were burned. But the more wreckage is found, the more Monte Struck trusts his own judgment, and now it seems that any sign can convince Munslay that Kara is alive, whether it matters or not.

A section of the F14's wing appeared in the center of the camera reticle, completely twisted and deformed, as if it had been torn off the fuselage at the moment of impact, and the skin was as rotten as rags. However, Montshire again finds evidence that Kara is still alive, as the spoiler is fully open, indicating that Kara is not a fool, and she knows that if she opens the spoiler, she can destroy the lift characteristics of the plane's wings, and the plane will fall like a brick.

The brutal appearance of the F14's impact was like some kind of small animal that had been run over by a huge wheel, and the broken limbs were ground to pieces, scattering all the way. But Meng Struck felt that all signs were that Kara was still alive.

Maybe he's right.

Far from the wreckage of F14, away from the Papal Palace, away from Fort Leavenworth, there was a white mass that attracted the optics of the Whoopers.

On the other side of the Mississippi River, a huge white fabric of some kind sinks and floats in the river, and the silk-like material shines brightly in the light of the river, like a lily on the charred black earth.

"Parachute, parachute for sure."

When the words came out of his mouth, the natural reaction of the muscles of his hands and feet had already driven the whooping ghost to move sideways to the east bank of the corner of the Mississippi River, and the parachute was stuck in the rocks, but the other part was already submerged in the river.

He doesn't care about anything now, and he has left all the landing field observation and landing standards behind. The J-20ASV lift engine slowed down, like a bear falling from the sky, and fell to the ground on the beach. The soft banks cushioned the impact, but the landing gear sank in one fell swoop.

Meng opened the cockpit, stopped and lost the power without checking, and jumped off the plane like crazy and ran to the river beach. He couldn't take his eyes off the white umbrella flower, and the other side of the parachute was completely swallowed by the river. Carla must have skydived, and sure enough, she was right. She's definitely there, she's definitely not in the water, she's not going to be that stupid.

"Kara, Kara," Meng Shouted out, his voice broken.

His legs had already run to the river, and the rocks had tripped him. He threw himself forward and fell on the parachute. Squatted up and pulled the parachute back like crazy, but the more and more he pulled, the more he pulled, the more chaotic he became, and he thought he was playing tug-of-war with the Mississippi River, but he was actually grinding. Those who were pulled up were turned back into the river, and those who were in the river were pulled up again. The parachute was so big that he kept pulling and repeating the same motion.

Pulling and pulling, Meng Zhu seemed to hear Kara's voice, or the sound of the river that caused him to hallucinate.

He turned his head and looked around, as if he had lost something.

The feeling of being struck was right, his feeling was always right, and this time was no exception.

Kara was just behind Monte, leaning against the back of the rock with her helmet in her hands, her face and her suit's shoulders covered in blood, but she couldn't stop laughing, "You're a real fool." ”