But the rain of cannon shells continued like a rain of meteorites, and these indestructible warheads roared across 120 kilometers and suddenly covered the light of judgment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

These high-explosive warheads, with the speed of the angry phoenix roaring into the sky, carry the fury of a large amount of medicine, and the speed of crossing the universe is comparable to a devastating meteorite shower.

First of all, the center of the dignified snow-white Judgment Light military satellite was easily blasted through, and the snow-white shell burst out with thousands of fragments. The pear-like fragments are upside down in the weightless universe, infinitely maintaining the tumbling inertia and scattering far away; In the center of the white satellite body, a transparent hole was opened, and the section inside was like a hot coal, mottled red, and shining red in the light and dark. The contents were ruthlessly pulled out by the vacuum - capacitors, displays, screws and steel plate regulators, all tumbling out, as if the satellite was vomiting into the universe.

At this time, there were only a few bullet holes scattered on the white skin of the Light of Judgment, and the flesh was open like a pimple. But in the next second, as if a meteorite rain was passing through, the solar cell wings suddenly pierced countless holes, and were torn like paper kites by the overwhelming rain of bullets. In the pouring rain of meteorites, the pair of wide and spreading solar cell wings broke like soft plastic sheets, slowly bent and drooped down like birds breaking their wings. However, before it was completely broken, when the lotus root was broken, the relentless roaring barrage gave it a fatal blow - as if the shotgun was aimed at the paper kite a meter away and "clicked" the upper load, and the whole battery board was wiped out, shattered like a wave candy being hammered, only the end was still intact, spinning and flying away; All the other debris turned into whistling knives, whizzing and scraping through the satellite's milky white shell, revealing mottled circuitry inside.

Crackled and shattered by the overwhelming array of kinetic weapons, the light of judgment rained like a hailstone. Its graceful rotation was completely disrupted, like a drunk stumbling in the universe, flying in embarrassment, connecting rods, mechanical arms, and strange-shaped parts like lead balls thrown by a drunken man, one after another, and under the rain of bullets like a bath, more mechanical parts were torn off and splashed everywhere. The Light of Judgment quickly disintegrated, turning into a grenade that constantly produced shrapnel, tumbling around the universe in a daze, and being slashed thinner and thinner by the dense rain of bullets. It is like a crunchy scarecrow, pierced by the fire of the four-handled, six-pipe combined Gatling Collector, just remained intact, and in the blink of an eye, it will be scattered, and in a few seconds, it will turn into a pile of fragments floating in the sky, maintaining its rotational speed, and turning into a metal cloud flying in space.

Regardless of whether the Light of Judgment fired the cannon at the behest of another country or the spear of God, at least everyone was determined that the guy targeted by the Light of Judgment must be finished.

There is no doubt that as the first space-based ground-to-ground deterrent weapon to be born, the Light of Judgment carries the pride of the United States, because they are sure that no one can steal NASA's dominance rights; It also symbolizes their pioneering spirit, just like landing in the Americas, they have set their sights on the starry sky of Guangmiao, and are inspired to take the sky as the foundation, deter the world, and sail to the galaxy.

So the Light of Judgment was finally born after ten years of grinding, and when it debuted as the most powerful superforce in the prologue of a new era, it was destined to rewrite history.

Later generations recorded that the light of judgment came down like a savior at a turning point in history, and was unrivaled in its incomparable sharpness. Compared with the firepower coverage of the Light of Judgment, the Japanese decisive battle ship Arba spits like a reptile on water, the command ship of the European Union's Lord God seems to be sitting in a well and watching the sky, and the surface platform of the French Consul is even more unreachable. They can only dominate one side of the sea and cannot project their influence to the whole world.

Only the light of judgment hangs high in the sky, overlooking all beings. It is the only one that can support the global theater, and wherever the American fleet fought, there was a firm belief that judgment would be with the enemy. This beam of support fire, comparable to a small nuclear strike, will pop up when you need it most, out of nowhere.

It is condescending, but because of its ubiquity, it is almost a kind of individual armament, because if the conditions are met, a down-and-out paratrooper can call the light of judgment to destroy a tank company.

But that's all utopian novelist fodder. In the real world, the strongest super soldier on the planet has died the moment it appeared, and the curtain has come to an end since then, thank you.

The next reality to face is that the United States was the most painful, but she carried a huge black cauldron, and she typically went to touch her ass but her hand was chopped off.

The light of judgment made a shining debut, fulfilled the obligation of the first supersoldier of the era, and rewrote history, so history became like this:

Sooner or later, the US imperialists pilled.

Veneto had nearly emptied the magazine when he received satellite feedback that the Light of Judgment had been blasted into a metal cloud. In fact, the Flame Phoenix's firepower had covered a ten-kilometer radius above the Judgment Light's orbit, and it was only a fraction of the bullets that had destroyed the satellite. But honestly, enough.

In the orbit of the universe, floating garbage 20,000 meters away can pose a deadly threat to a spacecraft, let alone the malice of an air-space fighter pouring down all over the world?

The light of judgment did not have time to be avoided. According to the calculations of NASA scientists, it only needs to calmly circle the earth at an altitude of 500 kilometers, because no kinetic weapons can hit it, no missile can bypass the TMD system to hit it, and no spacecraft can hit it before NASA realizes it.

But the Angry Phoenix is clearly suspected of trampling on the laws of physics, as it lifts off just too fast, faster than a TMD missile, faster than a tiny projectile in a fucking railgun.

This has made the world aware that if you don't monitor the Angry Phoenix's take-off radiation around the clock, it's likely that your defenses will only have just received a call for help when someone destroys your satellite.

Because the world was a little sluggish, it wasn't until the Angry Phoenix began to run rampant that they reacted, and this was what Yuquan meant. So far, people of all ages around the world generally feel that it is the giant ship cannon that can give people the most sense of security, which is the romance of the stars and the sea.

It can also fight the deep-sea xenomorph fleet for us, and the taxpayers are very pleased.

As Admiral Yamamoto roared in the military cabinet: the navy is the main force, and the army is all red deer. Air force? What is the Air Force? Baga.

In this environment of consciousness, the Republic silently advanced the Heavenly Court Project.

I'm going to be smuggled soon. It's going to become a developed country. Soon it will change by leaps and bounds.

When the plan of the court is completed, when the new high-temperature metal of the Republic refurbishes the manufacturing industry, when the new superconducting materials refresh the whole country, we will knock some people on the head with a wrench and ask:

I heard that you have a high production capacity? Kindness? Kindness?

There is only one kind of person who can stand in the way of the republic, and that is the far-sighted visionary. Or rather, someone who already knows the truth. His deep gaze was always fixed on the Eastern Continent, and he never looked away for half a minute.