In Li Lan's private reception room, out of curiosity, Zeng Zhihua also asked the question in his heart.

"What confidence can you have, what's the use of panicking when things are coming, it's better to stay calm and think more about countermeasures." Li Lan replied very simply.

"Do you have a countermeasure now?" Zeng Zhihua asked.

"So tell me, how can you deal with a nuclear strike?" Li Lan asked rhetorically.

"The best way to do this is to deliver the same nuclear strike." Zeng Zhihua said very simply, this thing is not a secret in the whole world, only mutual vigilance and absolute strength can avoid a nuclear strike, and use the same means of nuclear attack to suppress a nuclear strike.

"Do you think we'll have nuclear weapons?" The corners of Li Lan's mouth curled slightly and asked.

"Nuclear weapons? How can this be ......" According to Zeng Zhihua's thoughts, there must be none, but when he saw the kind of confidence in Li Lan's eyes, he braked urgently after saying the middle of this simple answer, and his voice changed, and he asked with doubts: "Somalia has nuclear weapons?" ”

"You will know if there are nuclear weapons or not, and now I really want to do a business with the motherland, I wonder if the country is interested?" Li Lan said calmly.

"What kind of business?" Zeng Zhihua asked with some curiosity.

Li Lan did not answer immediately, but took out her mobile phone, opened the photo album, and then handed it to Zeng Zhihua, saying, "Look at it yourself!" ”

"This is ......" When Zeng Zhihua saw the big guy in the mobile phone album, his face was suddenly very exciting, and his mood was extremely excited, and he said: "Isn't this the American Seawolf-class submarine Carter?" ”

"Not bad." Li Lan nodded, pointed to the picture of the submarine on his mobile phone and said: "Now this submarine is in our dry dock, and the bargaining chip for this business is this submarine." ”

The excited expression on Zeng Zhihua's face gradually deepened. "It's hard to imagine how you snatched this big guy." When we first learned that the USS Carter attack submarine was missing, we conducted a lot of intelligence reconnaissance for this purpose. All turned out to be nothing, and the American side now has a large number of intelligence officers looking for the submarine. Didn't think of it. This guy is actually here. ”

After the excitement, Zeng Zhihua also began to think about Li Lan's words, and after weighing it in his heart, he said: "What do you want the country to do for you?" If it's just a small thing, there's no need to come up with such a huge bargaining chip, if it's too big, the country also has to consider the consequences. ”

"The price I paid was simple, I could get the country to send a team of experts, to come to Somalia and my scientists. By the way, joint research on this submarine can also strengthen the exchange of science and technology between our two sides. After all, working behind closed doors is not the way to go. Li Lan did not rush to say his request, but said the benefits first.

"This condition is very tempting, after all, it is possible to study the most advanced nuclear submarines of the US military, such an opportunity is simply not available in peacetime. So what do you want the state to do? Zeng Zhihua knows very well that the greater the harvest, the greater the cost. The allure of this condition is too great for China. Once this submarine is thoroughly studied, it will not only improve China's own submarine technology, but also take advantage of this to thoroughly understand the benefits of the US military's nuclear submarines. It's not just money that can be measured.

Li Lan said bluntly: "As you just said, the best means of defense against a nuclear attack is the same nuclear deterrence, so. I need a nuclear bomb! ”

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On the battlefield of Galle Cayo.

Looking at the dense dots of light on the radar screen, Zhuang Zhifen nodded again and again. "Tut-tut" non-stop, expressing admiration with limited sincerity. So many fighters were dispatched in one go. Courageous! Looks like the enemy has released all the guys who can fly. It's just that before the air defense radar and anti-aircraft missile units were defeated, a large group of aircraft was dispatched to bomb the plane, and the effect was really limited. Forget it, why do you think so much for others, think about how to greet guests first!

The huge fleet first crashed into the ubiquitous anti-aircraft guns and sporadic anti-aircraft missiles. The steel rain and poisonous arrows hit together, making people unable to guard against it. The entire fleet doesn't have time to clean up these nasty bed bugs one by one, and it's all about maintaining a safe flight altitude.

But even so, there were still two F-15s that swept away half of the wings from the fragments of the missile explosion, and the poor Eagle fighter fell down with a howl, and the pilot was lucky enough to parachute successfully, but unfortunately it happened to land on the position of the Red Police Corps, and in the face of the black hole muzzle of hundreds of automatic rifles that unconsciously stretched out, the pilot hesitated, or decided not to wait for the search and rescue team, and made a world-famous international gesture very neatly - raise your hands and surrender.

The NATO air force fleet continued to advance with a full range of rage. They didn't know that their old adversary, the Black Hawk Fighter Group, was also rushing towards them with a lot of rage. This time, the elite of the Black Hawk fighter brigade was exhausted, with forty-eight Black Hawk fighters and seventy-four Intruder fighters, all birds of prey in the sky.

It was almost impossible for such a large group of aircraft to engage the enemy in stealth, but fortunately, they took off this time on an improvised runway in the Surud Mountains. Under the guidance of the operational concept of "planes entering the mountains and tanks entering the villages," Somali sappers are working day and night in suitable places like industrious worker bees, building temporary airfields in inaccessible places, the largest of which can be used by 20 or 30 fighters for take-off and landing, and the smallest can only be used by two or three fighters, with the aim that after the destruction of the main air bases, the surviving fighters can still be broken into pieces and hidden in these airfields to continue their operations.

The plan went well, and after the Italian mechanized infantry brigade got into trouble, the coalition air force really went into action.

The flying brigade, codenamed "Fox Hunting", naturally responded enthusiastically and all took off. This is the largest adventure in the history of the modern Air Force, in order to avoid the surveillance of the E-3 electronic early warning aircraft, the entire group can only fight along the twists and turns, the bottomless crack in the ground, the fog sheltering the Red Guard Corps has become a nightmare for the flight group, although the ground troops of the Red Guard Corps have suspended the launch of fogging agents in order to cooperate with their actions, and the visibility has been greatly improved, but for the Air Force, such visibility is still too low, and if you are not careful, you will hit the cliff headlong and turn into a fireball! Each fighter plane flies at the slowest speed, and the pilot's eyes are wide open, like a zombie, and he doesn't move, only when it comes time to avoid obstacles, their reaction will become very fast, and the look is indescribably funny.

The artillery roared ahead, and the tragic situation of the Italian 68th Panzer Brigade was littered with corpses. In the brown mud, piles of corpses lay everywhere, and some of the destroyed tanks and armored vehicles were burned to the point of being reduced to a shell, while others were still burning and emitting choking smoke. The sound of killing in the encirclement shook the sky, tracer bullets flew all over the sky, shells of various calibers shuttled in the air, and countless Somali soldiers flocked to the defensive positions of the 68th Armored Brigade like a tide, fighting fiercely with grenades, automatic rifles and rocket launchers, while the 68th Armored Brigade used the tank as a mobile battery, shooting with life, 120 mm caliber high-explosive anti-personnel grenades, high-explosive incendiary bombs and even grenades smashed into groups of Red Alert soldiers in motion as if they didn't need money, and every shell fell was flesh and blood. The heavy machine gun on the tank turret poured the bullets of the large-caliber heavy machine gun like water, and smashed a brave Red Police soldier to pieces, and wherever the muzzle of the gun turned, a cloud of blood mist mixed with blood and minced flesh exploded.

The mortar shells and rockets of the Red Guard Regiment also set off a bloody storm in the positions of the 68th Armored Brigade, and every defensive position of the 68th Armored Brigade was fiercely attacked, the dead bodies were lying on the ground, blood was flowing everywhere, and the damp mist was filled with a strong smell of bloody sweetness, which was disgusting.

It seems that the army regards the 68th Armored Brigade as a good meal, and the captain of the Fox Hunting Brigade sighed. In his opinion, it is not a good thing for the army to fight to the death with the 68th Armored Brigade, because the whole battle revolves around their vicious battle, they fight here for one more day, and the 68th Armored Brigade is so difficult to gnaw, if it continues to fight, it may be able to annihilate it, but the peripheral troops are also dragged, if the coalition forces increase their troops, it is easy to make dumplings for these tens of thousands of troops! Is it worth taking tens of thousands of troops to exchange for a 68th armored brigade?

"I don't want to, I'm just the Air Force, it's my duty to hit missiles on the enemy's fuselage and drop bombs on the enemy's head, and we can't talk about the infantry."

The Black Hawk spurred sharply, skimming past the edge of the barrage that almost covered the ground, leaving only two straight plumes of smoke. Over the radio, he could clearly hear his wingman muttering, "What an epic picture! "Dare to love, this guy is also a war maniac.

Major General Davy Jones watched in horror as a huge group of planes emerged from the deep canyon, and his heart was pounding. Luckily, the group was not interested in the infantry and arrogantly walked away, but the strong electronic jamming cut off their communications, and it was impossible to report to the command. These crazy people, what the hell are they trying to do.

The Allied Air Force finally reached the top of the Red Police. Now they have made the real and false targets bigger, and they don't know where to throw bombs. Fighters are not strategic bombers, strategic bombers can hang up several tons or even more than a dozen or twenty tons of bombs, and real and false targets can be eaten, but fighters cannot, their bomb load is limited, they can only attack two or three targets at a time, and they are required to hit at one hit. Now there are tanks and self-propelled guns everywhere on the ground, there are command headquarters everywhere, it's true or false, which one do you tell them to bomb? (To be continued......)