The apocalyptic flames rose into the sky, the last terrorists struggled in the flames, the shadows on the bow of the ship kept jumping down, and the terrorists on fire threw away their weapons and just wanted to escape from hell at the moment.

The huge ocean-going freighter staggered and tilted, like an old giant finally reaching the end of his life, and could no longer support his huge body. Slowly falling as the fire burns.

"The terrorists are done, Mr. Nighthawk, are you going to deal with the Ydus next?" Jiro seems to have come back to his senses from one of the most realistic 3D movies, with a burning fire in his eyes.

"Any enemy who wants to set foot on this land must become one with the sea." Nighthawk smiled confidently: "I said that Fusang will never experience any wars in the future, and the Chinese people will always stand on Fusang's side." ”

Jiro sighed deeply: "Maybe you're right, maybe the general is really wrong." Old ideas will eventually be trampled on by young people, and the country will never go back to the old days. Mr. Nighthawk, although I don't like you Chinese, I don't hate you either. Thank you for your dedication to Fuso, and I hope to have more opportunities to meet in the future. ”

Jiro bent down deeply, as a proud Fuso samurai, this was his most important courtesy. He bent down for the move of the person in front of him to save Fusang, not that he really liked the Huaxia people.

"Are you leaving?" Nighthawk looked at Jiro with some pity, the young man gave him the same shock. He was strong, open-minded and well-understood. If everyone he met was like him, the progress of work in Fuso would not be so difficult.

"yes, let's go." Jiro raised his head with a faint smile on his lips: "Leaving here, I still have my own responsibilities on my side." Mr. Nighthawk, I hope that when we meet again, Fuso has become a brave new world, and I am going to fight for my homeland. ”

Jiro got into a Mercedes Benz with a military license plate and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Nighthawk watched the taillights disappear into the night, his back illuminated by the firelight behind him, and he wanted to keep that wonderful young man to fight alongside him and save the country that God was about to abandon.

But as Jiro said, they all have their own missions to accomplish. Nighthawk let out a heavy breath and turned, his eyes filled with a cold chill again.

The sea seemed to be on fire, and solid fuel and leaking engine oil had burned a large area of the sea. Even if you successfully jump from the bow of the ship, you will inevitably be burned to death, and if you just cower at the bottom of the sea, you will soon suffocate to death. This is really the end of the terrorists, and there is no possibility of being saved.

"How far are the Y people?" Nighthawk asked coldly, not looking back, but with a solemn aura.

"Five submarines are less than a kilometer from the sinking of the freighter, and we have intercepted the alert sent by the submarine to the fleet, and their fleet is not twenty nautical miles from here. It is believed that a retreat will be made soon. "The mine reports quickly, and the lips speak every word with the precision of a typewriter.

"Do you want to just come and leave casually?" Nighthawk snorted coldly, he had strong enough self-confidence, Fusang had been operating in the United States for many years, and he had a large number of the most advanced weapons made in the United States.

The soldiers of Fusang have also undergone the most rigorous training of the world's police soldiers, and they can be compared with any powerful soldier in the world.

Sometimes Nighthawk really can't figure out what is in the brains of the Y Degree Asan, who are wearing hoods all day long, is it all paste? Do they think that with their superb skills in crossing the ring of fire on motorcycles, they can fight the world's most advanced military carriers? Do they think that with the equipment they bought from Eross and the United States, they can confront the ace army that is well-trained and soaked with advanced military equipment all day long?

Nighthawk was really funny, he now had two fully armed air forces, and all of Fuso's fleet was on standby, he really didn't want to end the long journey of the Asan at once, but he still slowly raised his hand.

"Let them know that they should never come to someone's territory without saying hello and without the approval of the master. Give them some pain to the bone, and they will know that this is called sovereignty. His hand waved down sharply: "Inform the F22 fighter to take off immediately, don't let go of a San, even if the escape boats are blown up, we will not accept prisoners." ”

The order for a full-scale operation was quickly radioed to the various military bases around D-Kyung, and the pilots with hurried faces rushed to the F22 fighters in thick equipment.

The most advanced F22 fighter belongs to the fifth generation fighter, carrying air-to-surface missiles on the sea surface is completely god-like dominant, it is estimated that when the Asanmen find out that the F22 is attacking them, it will be the last moment of their end.

Sirens sounded loudly on the sea, and missile frigates and cruisers were fired from the three nearest naval military bases. After World War II, Fuso was not allowed to have large-tonnage warships, and they could only focus their core on developing small warships.

It is undeniable that the level of small warships in Fuso has reached the world-class level, after all, it is a country that has built aircraft carriers, and it has always attached great importance to the development of the navy. If possible, they could always build huge warships to cruise the seamounts.

The army base was full of people, the chariots rumbled, and the slogans of the soldiers resounded all over the world. Everywhere there are hurried but neat figures, who will assemble at the first time and prepare to go to the front.

The five conventional-class submarines closest to the harbor were the advance force of the Ydu attack, and each ship carried 400 special forces soldiers to cooperate with the destructive operations after the terrorists landed.

The reputation of the Y-degree special forces is very famous all over the world, they are good at riding motorcycles, like to drill the ring of fire, and have a soft spot for stacking arhats. And they also invented the great feat of stacking Arhats riding motorcycles, coupled with the fire-breathing action in their mouths from time to time, so that everyone in the industry gave a thumbs up and praised them for being stupid - forced to go home!

Now confined to submarines, heroes are useless, and can only watch the demise of their allies from the periscope, but they are helpless. In fact, even if they went up to help, they were helpless, not to mention that they only carried individual light weapons, and even submarines did not have the ability to fight ground forces. You can't expect to hit a torpedo into the sky and then fall down and kill a bunch of people.

So they quickly chose Plan B, that is, when Jinsha's troops were beaten by the Fuso people, they quickly contacted the rear fleet and informed them that their plan to attack Fusang was over, and they were waiting to beat us at the door. Brothers, hurry up and withdraw, I have to get out of here after sending this telegram, or the enemy's shells will blow up.

The people of Y know very well the truth of being able to bend and stretch, what does it matter if the comrades-in-arms of the alliance die, as long as it is not themselves who die. Are you afraid that there will be no firewood to keep Qingshan, so whether it is the commander of the special forces or the commander of the submarine, they reached a consensus at the first time, and happily shook hands and prepared to speed up to leave this slaughterhouse.

Without waiting for the fleet's reply, the submarine detachment had already begun to slowly turn around and prepare for evacuation. The speed of the submarine is relatively slow, these are still old Soviet goods, and they can only sail at a speed of 20 knots in the sea, if they don't turn around quickly, they reacted and found them, and a few shells were solved.

Submarines can only be used for reconnaissance and sneak attack missions, and the most famous wolf pack tactic of the Germans in World War II was to use a large number of submarines to attack a small fleet, so as to obtain brilliant results.

But the times have changed, and then use the old-fashioned submarine and the enemy's advanced weapons to fight hard, in this point Y people are still a little self-aware, they have the strongest premonition that their lives are in danger, even if they are asked to put down the submarine and swim back at this time, they will be happy, after all, their main fleet is not far away.

But the people of Y Du underestimated the people standing on the shore, and there were also the most violent and sensitive Chinese agents here, and their ability to gather intelligence was as strong as the ability of the people of Y to ride a motorcycle.

The arrival of submarines has long been in the process of preparing for an attack by the other side, and the anti-submarine aircraft that came to annihilate them can already see the vague impact.

Nighthawk watched silently as the helicopter returned to base, replaced by eight whizzing F15 fighter jets. These planes have been modified to add anti-submarine functions, and at this moment the hot red dot of the submarine hidden in the sea water ready to escape can be clearly seen on the pilot's dashboard.

The pilot smiled happily: "Brothers, the people of Y dare to come to our country to spread wild, so let these Y monkeys taste the power of our missiles." ”

Eight anti-submarine missiles detached from the magazine and roared towards the submarine deep at the bottom of the sea. The rocket, detached from the shell, dragged its long tail, like the lightning bolt that the gods swung out in anger.

Eight different red dots approached at a rapid pace, and sirens rang out in the cabins of five submarines. The technicians shouted frantically, and in the face of the sudden attack of the missile, they didn't even have a chance to dodge, this is the most advanced anti-submarine missile.

The submarine commander and the special forces commander shook hands with each other, and at the last moment of their lives, they looked at each other and wanted to cry without tears. I was holding my breath in my heart, and I just wanted to shout loudly to the fleet in the distance, it was better to hurry up and die with us.

Rumble! It was as if a powerful earthquake had occurred underwater, and the giant Lang that soared into the sky even doused a lot of burning engine oil. Even the shore, which is always a kilometer away, is swept away by the raging sea, and a large number of red waves are washed out.

The anti-submarine plane made a dive and continued to move forward, and Nighthawk laughed: "Get on the boat, let's go and see the end of the Ydu people." ”