The W90 self-propelled howitzer is a heavy weapon that is not at the right time. If it was born ten years earlier, it would definitely become the main equipment of the Chinese artillery. If it was born twenty years earlier, it would be a heavy weapon in the army that would shock the enemy. If it was born fifty years earlier, it would be no exaggeration to say that it was the god of war.

Unfortunately, this powerful heavy equipment was developed and fell behind because the world war model was changed. At this point, the attack was launched from the air, and precision-guided weapons began to become popular, and electronic technology developed rapidly. The God of War was lonely.

Zhou Qingfeng did transport the W90 self-propelled howitzer disguised as cargo after the cargo ship entered the waters of Japan. When the cargo body weighing more than ten tons appeared in the wasteland wilderness with a thick and long cannon, a rough and ferocious killing aura arose, and the god of war seemed to come alive.

After six years of development in the real world, the W90 has condensed the hard work and sweat of countless military workers. It is the only large-caliber heavy howitzer in China. However, after a series of tests, it was only sent to a military museum to survive the wind and sun, and it was not used at all.

Now, the W90, which was once highly anticipated, has finally found a world where it can show its skills. The wasteland air force is basically done. Even if it develops again in the future, it will only be able to significantly reverse its technical level for decades after missing a large number of supporting facilities.

It's like giving you the CPU of I7, but all the accessories are destroyed, and you can only use the 286 motherboard from the garbage dump. You should be glad that you haven't completely returned to the era of 8086. 286 has already entered the PC era, 8086, that's the era of industrial control machines.

With a sharp regression in the air force, the heavy artillery naturally survived in desperate situations. Zhou Qingfeng happily moved the W90's body towards Merida City, put down the huge cannon hoe to stabilize the body, and then loaded the packaged grenade warhead and No. 1 cartridge into the cannon chamber.

Then..., a trouble comes!

To fire a gun, you need to solve two basic problems. First, you need to know where you are, and secondly, you need to know where the target is. To put it bluntly, you need to know the precise direction and distance of the target relative to you. If you don’t know this parameter, you will also be a fool.

But now, Zhou Qingfeng can only estimate that he is about five kilometers away from Merida City, but he is blinded by where he is. This problem was originally solved by "dog meat" because "dog meat" has laser gyroscopes on his body.

Laser gyros can provide quite accurate positioning information when they lose GPS satellites. They can have an error of 100 meters after moving more than 1,000 kilometers. This is why Zhou Qingfeng called back "dog meat" - without "dog meat", he doesn't even know where he is?

But the "dog meat" has not arrived yet, and it has not even entered the ten kilometers of Zhou Qingfeng. This is the maximum distance between the arm ring computer and it.

What should I do..., wait stupidly?

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time. It had been thirty-five minutes since he escaped from the bedroom of the Governor's Mansion. Although it was still a while before the hour Gesar agreed with him, he would not think that the bastard with no limit would really have an hour of patience. Half an hour was probably the limit.

Think about your eighteen little maids who are as beautiful as flowers. Although the relationship between the two parties is average, Zhou Qingfeng feels that he has the responsibility to save the beautiful girl in this world. After all, women are now weak, they are scarce resources and must be protected.

You think I'm right! This is politically correct, okay? So Zhou Qingfeng decided to try a tentative shot, at least it's a hot gun!

Estimate, estimate, maybe, maybe, maybe, it seems, maybe, Zhou Qingfeng finally lifted the gun barrel high, imagined that he was about to aim at the square in the center of Merida. It is about two kilometers away from the Governor's Mansion, even if it is a little bit off, it shouldn't be too far away, right?

Zhou Qingfeng thought about it for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and pressed the shelling button. With a bang, the originally quiet wilderness thunder exploded, the earth shaking, and the muzzle blew up more than ten meters high, and the whole world seemed to be trembling. He opened his mouth with his headphones, but he was still frightened by the huge shock!

The W90's 203mm gun tube is really much stronger than the 130mm M46, and the two are not comparable at all. The 23-liter super-large medicine room is really too perverted, it's so human!

But when the smoke from the muzzle dissipated a little, Zhou Qingfeng looked at the sky in confusion. He could only shoot high ballistics at close range, and the projectile would fly in the air for a while. But the question is where will the shell fall? He could only pray secretly, but he would ask not to fly around and hit a little flowers and plants!

At this moment, in the Governor's Mansion, Gesar knocked heavily on Zhou Qingfeng's bedroom door, and could vaguely hear the screams of girls from behind the door. He quickly laughed and asked his subordinates behind him: "Did you hear it? It seems that the little pitiful people are screaming. I guess they are scared to death."

A bunch of mercenaries were making excitement. They were licking blood from the knife and made countless scumbags who died. Now they enjoyed the horror they spread. The crying and begging of the weak, and the tragic roars are part of their lives.

"There is also the Governor, who may be hiding in the quilt and trembling, begging God to save him." A mercenary deliberately imitated a trembling posture, which caused a burst of laughter.

"I like your joke, let's verify it." Gesar kept laughing. He naturally couldn't push the door open as soon as he pushed it, so he then fired his gun and thumped two bullets at the door lock.

The copper lock was knocked away, revealing a hole, and now you can clearly hear the panic screams from the bedroom. Gesar smiled again: "I guess they are looking for places to hide everywhere, and I like this game. I will fuck them wherever I find them."

The mercenaries who were staying outside the door surrounded him, laughing, and were ready to think about how to have fun later. Gesar pushed the door again, and the door opened halfway and couldn't push it. "These little bitches never make a big splash, and a wardrobe can't stop us."

Gesar waved his hand, and a mercenary with a shotgun walked up with a grin and shot three times at the door. After the low gunshot, the door of Houmu was smashed into a big hole. Gesar kicked it with his foot, kicking the door completely.

The room was filled with screams and crying, and eighteen little maids were trembling and crowded together, leading a slightly older girl holding a revolver in her hand.

But the revolver was not pointing at Gesar. The girl with tears in her face pointed a gun at her head, shook her head stubbornly and said, "I won't let you bastards touch me. I would rather die than let you torture me."

Following Gesar, a bunch of mercenaries carrying guns and bullets came in one after another. Seeing the girls' extremely weak resistance, someone whistled and laughed: "It doesn't matter if you die, we can play with the corpse."

Hahaha..., the laughter was like coming from hell, and Gesar and his group were as terrifying as demons. They walked up staggeringly, feeling that a big meal was right in front of them.

As the leader, Gesar asked sarcastically, while he was in his mind, "Where is our Governor? Wouldn't he come to greet us guests?"

As soon as this statement came, the Governor’s “hello” came!

A bang explosion sounded outside the window, the whole earth was shaking, the windows exploded instantly, the curtains were torn into pieces and flew around, and the floor was unsteadily bouncing. All the mercenaries immediately lay down, hugged their heads, and were in great horror.

The sky and the earth change color, the sun and the moon are gone, this is the end of the end, the disaster in disaster, the floating soil on the ground explodes into the sky, and tens of thousands of fragments are flying everywhere. No one can still stand, and within the explosion range, all living things must maintain minimum respect for the powerful shells created by humans.

The heroes bowed their heads, and the women and children were brave enough to be incomparable wherever they reached. This was too powerful, too strong, this was an extremely violent explosion, this was the pride of the thick tube, and this was the roar of the god of war!
Chapter completed!