Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 330: Desperate Dimensionality Attack

In order to enhance the firepower of the fighter, the Falcon fighter is equipped with two aviation machine guns on both wings, and also has a 20mm machine gun pod.

Although it does not have the fierce firepower of the late World War II, it is already invincible in this era.

The aircraft machine guns and cannons roared, firing flares to correct the trajectory of the pilots' balls.

"Damn, what is this!"

Hearing the sound of the airbags being exploded continuously, the airship commander, who was squatting in the command position with his head in his hands, shouted in fear.

But no one answered him.

In order to reduce the weight, the airship developed by the Angel Alliance itself is far inferior to the Ming Dynasty's airship in terms of protection capabilities.

Aircraft machine guns can penetrate it easily.

As dense tongues of fire swept across, bullets penetrated the airship cabin, reaping lives.

Some unlucky guys were hit continuously by the vibrator, and fell to the ground with convulsions.

"Huhuhu..."

Gao Hang fired a round of shots, confirmed that he had reached the distance to burn the rocket, and simply pressed the button next to him.

In an instant, the six rockets hanging under the plane, trailing thick smoke, plunged into the airship.

As the rocket entered, the trigger device in front was activated, the rocket head exploded instantly, and the white phosphorus inside began to splash around.

In just a few breaths, a raging flame ignited above the airship.

Seeing that the opponent had no ability to resist, Gao Hang did a beautiful tailspin, passed over the airship and flew into the sky.

Looking down, I saw several other members firing bullets at the airship.

When the specified distance is reached, the rocket is launched.

But I don’t know if these guys were nervous or what, their accuracy was ridiculously poor.

This guy Qi Xian, only two of his six White-Collar rockets hit the target, and one of them hit the cabin of the airship.

"Alas, I still haven't trained enough."

He shook his head and confirmed that the three enemy airships were no longer able to resist.

Gao Hang pulled the joystick and the fighter jet flew high into the sky.

Our artillery will fire soon, and it will be very dangerous to stay at low altitude.

If you were hit by your own people, not only would you die and become a hero, but it would definitely be considered a thousand-year shame by the Air Force, and it would be mentioned every time new trainees arrived.

“Hahahaha, I hit it, I hit it…”

As the attack was completed, the five flying rookies cheered excitedly as they saw the airship begin to burn and fall.

Gao Hang did not scold him, but just smiled slightly.

He also came out of this stage and knew how exciting it was for these rookies to not only come back alive from the battlefield for the first time but also achieve an important goal.

"Woooooooo..."

Just as the six fighter planes flew high into the sky, the sound of a train suddenly sounded below.

Gao Hang looked down and saw thick black smoke rising from the muzzles of the warships that were parked on the sea.

"Rumble, rumble..."

The power of the new naval guns is so terrifying. With a caliber of more than 200, no one can survive within a hundred meters after one shot.

Along with the roar of more than a dozen steel warships, the positions guarded by the lobster soldiers and Asan were shrouded in terrifying shock waves and smoke.

Gao Hang had very good vision. He clearly saw that the stone fortifications, which had been quite functional, disappeared completely after one shot.

All kinds of body fragments flew into the sky along with the shock wave.

On the sea, transport boats filled with Marines were sailing rapidly against the wind and waves.

A proud expression appeared on Gao Hang's face.

This is the powerful Ming Dynasty, and he is one of its members.

He will lead his fellow students to protect every piece of sky for the Ming Dynasty and defeat any enemy who dares to challenge him.

"Follow me, enemy reinforcements spotted."

After observing for a while, he suddenly discovered that behind the enemy's position, an army was marching quickly, as if to provide support here.

Seeing that the airship troops would take some time, Gao Hang decided to let these rookies practice dive and strafing.

Hearing that there was still a chance to practice, the five rookies were instantly excited. They flapped their wings and followed Gao Hang to the troops marching on the ground.

"Hurry up, you pigs, you must charge to the position and hold it."

The lobster soldier commander who was commanding the troops was so angry that he cursed and swung his whip continuously when he saw the Indian troops retreating timidly and slowly.

Faced with the lobster soldiers' urging, these Indians pretended not to hear and moved towards the position at almost the speed of a move.

They are not blind, they can see the horrific scenes there.

The enemy's firepower is so strong, if we rush into the position at this time, we will just be asking for death.

"what is that?"

An Indian soldier accidentally looked up and saw six black spots rushing towards him, and shouted in confusion.

When airplanes appeared for the first time, not to mention the Indians, even some soldiers of the Ming Dynasty had only carried out air defense evasion and air defense shooting, but they had never experienced the real situation and had never imagined how terrifying an airplane strafing would be.

Seeing something new, the Indians took the opportunity to stop and looked at the approaching plane in confusion.

Even the commander of the lobster soldiers looked at the plane in the sky curiously, wondering what it was. "Goose wing formation, dive and strafe, I'll fire first!"

Gao Hang had so much combat experience that he was able to make a battle formation with just one look.

The six fighter planes, led by Gao Hang, were staggered a hundred meters apart on both sides and were ready to shoot.

After estimating the distance, Gao Hang pushed the joystick, and the plane, which was flying forward rapidly, flew obliquely towards the Indian team that was parked in place.

The five rookies following behind quickly judged the distance and hurried to catch up, excitedly pressing the shooting button.

"enemy!"

As the plane approached, Asan and the lobster soldiers on the ground could clearly see the sun, moon and stars on the wings of the plane and shouted in fear.

Some people subconsciously ran to both sides, while others just stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

"Isn't it a bit late to run now?"

Gao Hang sneered and pressed the shooting button without hesitation.

Fierce tongues of fire swept toward the ground, and hot bullets pierced through bodies, taking away dirty lives.

The strafing air force likes this kind of compact marching formation, except for those targets that are stupid and motionless.

With this formation, one bullet can often kill two or even three or four lives.

The blazing tongues of fire were like an iron plow plowing the land, sending blood and flesh flying wherever they passed.

Such a horrifying scene frightened Asan and the lobster soldiers so much that they screamed and subconsciously tried to avoid this horrible place.

However, Gao Hang had already anticipated their actions. While they were running to both sides, the five rookies following behind them formed a goose-wing formation and launched an attack behind Gao Hang.

Blood mist and dust splashed wildly, and running figures fell to the ground. Those who were lucky lost their heads, while those who were unlucky held their broken arms and thighs, and cried loudly on the spot.

After Gao Hang and the others had passed by, he looked back and couldn't help feeling happy.

Gao Hang knew clearly that if this team, which was experiencing aircraft and machine gun fire for the first time, did not have a strong commander and a firm will, then this team would be completely ruined and would never be able to be reassembled again.

Lobster soldiers might still be a possibility, but the team below is mainly composed of Indians.

Does Asan have fighting power?
How can a race ruled by colonists have any fighting power?

The support troops in the rear were dispersed, and the lobster soldiers and Indian soldiers in the front were undergoing a baptism of destruction.

After several rounds of naval artillery bombardment, the airship troops finally arrived above the position.

Following the commander's order, two airship squadrons, 40 airships, dropped bombs at the same time.

Bombs fell like raindrops, washing the positions that had been baptized by artillery fire again.

"Hurry up……"

A transport boat quickly arrived at the shore.

The squad leader holding a submachine gun urged the soldiers behind him to get off the boat quickly the moment the front barrier opened.

The soldiers, who had undergone countless simulation training, rushed down the landing craft at the fastest speed.

"Phew, luckily I wasn't slow, otherwise I would have been scolded to death again."

After the soldiers got off the boat and moved quickly on the shallows, the captain breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the first time that the Marines of the Second World participated in a war, and the first battle they faced was the most difficult landing battle.

Everyone had a lot of thoughts about how big a blow they would be at the moment of landing.

However, when they landed on the beach, they found that the fierce firepower they had imagined did not appear. The opposite defensive position was in a mess, shrouded in smoke, and not a single sound was made.

"Pay attention to the enemy. No matter if they are dead or alive, if they are mostly intact, shoot them immediately."

The team leader directed the troops to move forward quickly while explaining the precautions.

Even when he saw a dead body, he raised his gun and fired a burst of shots, causing a blood mist to rise from the body.

Although they have not experienced actual combat, the soldiers have undergone countless simulation training.

They covered their advance while shooting at suspicious targets.

When passing by a cave or a place similar to an air-raid shelter, he would take out the palm grenade, pull it open and throw it directly in.

Unfortunately, their caution was unnecessary.

Until we occupied the enemy's position, not to mention encountering resistance, there were not even a few survivors.

It's actually normal when you think about it.

At this stage, we have just switched from line infantry formation and are very unfamiliar with position defense.

The various defensive fortifications of later generations were the result of countless lives lost and the experience gained from countless deaths.

The current war that has alarmed the entire world has just begun, except that the Ming Dynasty has Zhu Zhanjun as a plug-in.

Other forces are exploring step by step, or learning the Ming Dynasty's defense methods.

After receiving the reply from the front line, Zheng Zilong breathed a sigh of relief.

This battle was easier than he had imagined.

He had originally been prepared for the huge sacrifices of the landing Marines, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

After issuing a few orders to the front line, Zheng Zilong smiled and said, "Notify the bombing squadron that they don't need to come. Leave their bombs at home and let them reproduce."

After saying this, he called the military adviser.

"Send a message to His Majesty, our army has successfully occupied the Ceylon Island area without encountering strong resistance. We will advance to the next target in 5 days..."

(End of this chapter)