Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"Although I am far away from the commander, I can feel his blessing. It feels really good."

"Ah, Commander's love, so much, so much, it would be great if it was only given to Dafeng~"

The Su-57s running around in the air can't even imagine what the ship girls who forced themselves and others into a desperate situation are thinking about——

Probably they don't want to take the initiative to understand in their whole life.

Chapter 269 Rola Takizawa! !

In the new era, the prerequisite for the outbreak of air battles between military powers is that one side has lost the initiative of long-range strikes. In the civil war, the North Alliance, which originally possessed a large number of long-range strike means, was blocked by various missiles and interception systems. Access authority—after human beings lost the ocean, their ability to control equipment in outer space has also been greatly reduced. This also makes it impossible for Bree to completely destroy the various military computer equipment of the North Union through satellite transmission. Room for resistance under modern system-wide blows.

The importance of electronic warfare and information warfare has undoubtedly been revealed in this war. What many Beilian network engineers cannot understand is that it is obviously impossible for their independent military network to be shut down on a large scale, including the destruction of equipment. Even some advanced equipment has the function of manual activation, but since St. Petersburg was hit by the "Brie virus", the Jeonbuk Union has also suffered, and even those equipment with a relatively simple start-up procedure that can operate without the network are also invalid. Yes, it is very inexplicable.

It was as if they were not infected by the spreading virus, but had countless pairs of invisible hands crushing these devices one by one.

"Flanker 3—11 o'clock."

In the face of swarms of "drone" swarms, the gap between fourth-, fifth-, and sixth-generation aircraft is not so important.

The Su-27s looked at the high-performance fighter jets in the sky bursting into clusters of sparks, and the dense fragments almost fell on their own noses. They all rushed out to look for other angles of entry.

The Su-57, which has lost the advanced AI assistance, let alone carry out beyond visual range strikes on these Su-27s. They can't even lock the shadows of the small planes of the ship's mother. The joystick seems to be welded dead. The pressure caused by the overload makes their blood vessels It was raised, as if he was holding his breath, and his whole face was purple in color.

As if one of the Northern Union pilots couldn't bear the humiliation of these mosquitoes, he straightened the nose of the aircraft and slammed head-on towards a small stiff aircraft that had a control vacuum period due to the focus on controlling other aircraft——

"help!!!!"

The Su-5 captured by Flanker 11 from the direction of 57 o'clock spun suddenly, but it was the only Northern Union fighter on the field that had achieved results against the ship, and it still used the most primitive and rude method...

"This brother is a bit timid... Ah, no, I mean this white bandit is so fierce——"

"From tomorrow onwards, the cleaning work of the ground staff will be replaced by you——Aksa Aite!"

Following the strange sympathetic voices in the communication, the captain reprimanded them. Seeing that the Su-57 that had hit the carrier's plane had entered a stall spiral, coupled with engine failure, it was almost impossible to rescue, and the soldiers fell silent for a short time.

"Is this the real generation difference?"

"Maybe we won't need to go to the sky at all in the future... and we can win the battle—"

Even though the field of aviation and artificial intelligence have developed together for so many years, advanced AI still cannot replace the position of human pilots, but as the most advanced "artificial intelligence" in theory, no matter who controls them, this power It is enough to change the pilot's dominance of the battlefield.

"...It is still human beings who command the ship girl, don't forget."

The captain reminded softly: "We have seen the possibilities brought by Comrade Kremlin, who promised to let most people master 'psychic power'."

"...Did he promise??"

"I said it when I signed the compilation agreement, Flanker 3. It's at the Reutov Experimental Base—if you want to sign up, hurry up, as long as you're not afraid of becoming a guinea pig—"

"I'll think it over……"

The times are changing, but the enterprising heart will never stop for a moment.

……

"The calculation load has increased?" Peter, who was knocked off a plane, showed a thoughtful look:

"...It seems that there are more important things that have distracted the commander's attention and made him limit the power allocated to us."

"What kind of pest actually took away the Commander's love for Taifeng——oooh..."

The gloomy "senior" beside her bent down at once, with a face full of frustration, which made Peter move a little bit, not wanting to continue to be side by side with her——

"... They have already retreated in spite of the difficulties. The mission is considered a success, and there is no need to consume additional computing power—"

Although she has never been to sea in history, theoretically she should learn more from Dafeng, but the latter's various performances can only be described as "outrageous", which also made Peter suspect that Dake specially arranged for her Contact with Dafeng, do you want her to correct this sick woman?

But it is impossible for her to know that Dake made such an arrangement purely because of insufficient manpower, otherwise, as a recruit, she should have stayed in Vladi and played with the Purifier who fished out the six-character mantra all day long. I guess”, or exercise with Shinano and Nuremberg on the simulation system, playing box A games every day.

The height is considered outstanding among the ship girls. Peter's upright standing posture contrasted with the gloomy Dafeng, which immediately formed a strong sense of shock, but Dafeng quickly adjusted her mentality. She still remembered Dake's promise to herself——

As long as you complete the task well, she can be included in next month's schedule!

Of course, she will find a way to deal with the ship girl who shared the commander with her that day first, and then monopolize Da Ke——

A dark smile appeared from the corner of Dafeng's mouth, but this time Peter didn't back down. She slammed the scepter on the ground with a click: "Our drive-off operation was completed 3 minutes earlier than the scheduled time-very good, continue keep it up!"

"...Eh, yes, wouldn't Dafeng go back to the commander early?" Dafeng was about to leave in ecstasy, but Peter stopped her with his cane, and was standing against her hangar On the bridge, there was a light beep.

"We've all come here. If we want to meet up with the commander as soon as possible, we need to speed up the breakthrough speed of the ground troops. Before Taiho... Ms., why don't you spend time on the ground attack—maybe before 6 o'clock. We'll be able to get to Volgograd."

"You're right... you're quite thoughtful."

After listening to Peter's suggestion, Dafeng looked at Peter slightly——

The 1.9-meter-high super tall figure with long legs had a huge visual impact on Dafeng, a heavy-sakura woman whose chest was not very traditional, but her body was barely considered traditional.

I haven't observed her much before—it's really scary to look at her carefully now... Commander shouldn't like a giant woman like you, right?

After all, the tip of Peter's nose seemed to be parallel to Da Ke's. Considering that strong men usually prefer women with inferior heights to satisfy their desire to conquer, Da Feng immediately removed this guy from the list of pests.

How could the boring and "huggy" German barbarian be popular?

Not caring at all about Dake's appearance, he is also a barbarian in the eyes of the Japanese. Thinking of this, Dafeng's attitude towards Peter is actually a little better:

"...Your turn-out action just now was too cumbersome, you have to give full play to the maneuvering improvement brought about by the loss of altitude of the aircraft—"

She doesn't mind playing the role of senior a little bit.

"But the armor of the Jagged Fighter... will be a little heavier."

Peter wasn't making excuses.

Because Type Zero seems to her to be an aluminum foil that can fly in the sky...

"……cut."

Looking at the chest volume of the other party, it is obvious that the carrying capacity has been reduced. Size should be sorry, but because of the heavy cruiser level of protection, Peter's figure is also impressive and quite oppressive, which also made Dafeng sip uncomfortably. I bit my lips.

It's better to list her as one of the observation objects, although she doesn't seem to be a threat...

Just as Peter was on the verge of being hated by the big phoenix, several towering columns of smoke rose from the Volga's defense group in the distance.

The shelling began.

In addition, there are countless missiles and rockets flying from the rear position into the sky, and then falling in a straight parabola towards the gray earth.

Breaking away from densely populated areas, the Soviets' methods of warfare are still so simple and crude.

It was like a sandstorm blowing on the flat ground, and like a boa constrictor made of loess spreading its body, twisting its body frantically, sweeping everything on the ground to the sky.

And the weapons that can be used by the Northern Union are almost all old-fashioned artillery, the kind of obsolete goods that don't need to be connected with the military network at all...Only they can still shine on the front line.

Just like its rotting roof, it is waiting for a kick to collapse.

"The shape of war has quietly changed, but the explosion is still eternal."

It was rare for Peter to sigh something that had nothing to do with time.

"Why?" Dafeng held his chest, and answered the question not particularly enthusiastically.

"Because the efficiency of killing is the highest."

Peter knocked on the scepter in his hand: "Before, I was ready to become an executioner for the commander's ideal. But at this moment...heh..."

Shooting at humans is also destroying her conscience, but she has no regrets.

When Dafeng heard this, he just clicked his tongue disapprovingly...

She is also "kind", but her kindness is obviously only aimed at the Kremlin.

……

"The State Building is just ahead!! Comrades!"

The body has not fully recovered, but "Pushkin" still led the rebel army and the heavy cruiser girl to advance to the core block:

"The moment the Northern Union flag falls, is the moment when power returns to the people! For the Soviet Union!!!"

He shouted hoarsely, and at the same time, the light machine gun in his hand continuously suppressed fire in the direction of the window, as if he wanted to vent all the injustice and humiliation by shouting and firing.

The bunker was riddled with holes, and the fragile materials used to decorate the building could not resist the large-caliber ammunition, and the inexperienced soldiers in the rear turned into sieves and fell into a pool of blood.

While he was shouting, a girl next to him who looked only in her early twenties snapped open an old-fashioned "pineapple" and threw it towards the flower bed in the parking lot of the state government. The Union recruits were blown out.

The reason why Maozi is called a fighting nation is because their military education is very popular. In areas with strong fortress culture, even a female white-collar worker who is dignifiedly dressed and sitting in an air-conditioned room on the phone will lose her tie once she pulls it. High heels can also pick up Mosin Nagant - this is not a joke, there are many female comrades under Pushkin who have the ability to wear Yang with a hundred steps.

"Get ready for the corner fight ~ Let's go!!"

And an old comrade who covered them fighting here suddenly grabbed the cracked collision warfare equipment on his ship, one in each hand, and walked towards the flower bed and the fountain with "heavy" steps. The direction is up!

"Boom!!!"

I didn't realize the danger was coming, but I only felt a shock like an elephant crossing the border. The white bandit behind the heavy bunker was turned over by a car and flung aside screaming, only to see the three-meter-high composite fountain The pool has been crushed by the Mercury Memorial. The water pipes originally hidden in the sculpture screamed at the sky, protesting against the violence, and then used the scattered water mist to wash away the dust and dust of the surrounding flowers and green grass that were blown up by the cement ash. .

Although the configuration of the Bogartli class is indeed not very eye-catching in the navies of various countries where gods are born in large numbers, the complicated battles and rich land combat experience of the ships involved are incomparable to those little dolls. The super old comrade who worked until World War II, Mercury Memorial successfully helped the army comrades to flatten the enemy's heavy bunkers, without even firing artillery to damage the confidential facilities.

With those short legs, the speed of 23 knots may not sound very respectable, but to humans, it is equivalent to a heavy road roller or a dump truck driving sideways across the sidewalk, and the lethality is astonishing.

Many soldiers of the Northern Union had been numb by the huge shock, and began to retreat with their guns in hand—many of these people who retreated on their own were unlucky ghosts who had been misfortune by the Z-24 a few days ago. There are rumors that the ship's mother eats everyone she sees, and she also likes liver. To have the courage to fight head-on with them for a period of time is already considered a brave man.

"Retreat to the state building—retreat to the building—retreat!!"

A second lieutenant yelled at his own people who were smashed to pieces and almost turned into parts.

"No retreat is allowed, all retreaters will be punished as treason!!"

The school officer who was in charge of guarding the entrance on the north side and buried himself in the temporary position heard the heart-piercing retreat order, and began to roar into the walkie-talkie to deter the front-line soldiers.

"The 4th Battalion goes up and defends! No retreat is allowed, and those who retreat are shot!!"

However, no one paid any attention to him. The supervisory teams he had arranged to oppress his own people all looked at him like idiots——

This guy is fucking French, right?

Almost done, do you really want to shoot your own people?

"Sir—I, I don't have a gun—"

This guy scolded the deserter angrily, and didn't notice the strange gazes of the "comrades" next to him. At this moment, a dazed, disheveled Northern Union soldier held his helmet with a shattered corner, and asked him tremblingly——

"Then go ahead and find one! Come on! For the motherland!!"

The major suddenly pushed the recruit out of the bunker.

Then he was kicked straight at the door by the other soldiers who retreated, his nose was bleeding, and he lay down in the pit with white eyes.