Changkong Fighter

Chapter 230 Mr. Yu

"Hey! Don't you know this kid Changkong, Eagle? Go talk to him later. That's not how war is fought!"

The thin man watched Changkong's series of operations from high in the sky and drilled through the gap in the shield. What was he thinking?

I'm lucky this time, but if I'm unlucky next time, I'll die like those pilots in Hollywood movies who crashed into shields, a very miserable death.

Looking at the 300-meter Type 3 blocking the entrance of the wormhole through the head-sight system, he discovered that Liu Jun seemed to want to break into the defensive formation composed of multiple Type 3s. He broke in several times but was forced back by the dense firepower of the Type 3. He then continued to wander outside, looking for opportunities.

"He is like this, he can't change!" Eagle said in a buzzing voice, a fire of evil rising in his heart. He wanted to punch him twice, and then quickly suppressed the anger in his heart.

300 meters is the length of an aircraft carrier. Even if the shield of such a large aircraft carrier is not opened, it will be able to intercept most of the missiles on the hull with the dense laser cannons on the ship. For the remaining missiles, there will naturally be other Type 3 and Type 1 missiles to take over.

As the energy of the Type 3 shield system recovered, the crisis around the wormhole was gradually resolved.

Eagle and Fat Man waited patiently in the sky, observing the battlefield, waiting for the most suitable moment to take action. They only carried three hypersonic missiles in their bomb bay, and they had to use the best steel on the blade.

Now that the interception rate of alien civilizations is increasing, the superiors will definitely send a large wave to use numbers to break the firepower channels of alien civilizations.

Any spacecraft has its own fire channel limit. Once this limit is exceeded, the ship-borne air defense system will be overloaded and unable to intercept incoming weapons and missiles.

Just as they thought, the attack paused briefly, and then a more violent attack from the University of Tokyo came, like a storm made of steel, roaring across the sky of Kyushu Island.

The sub-missile warhead carried by the hypersonic missile exploded, and a large number of pure tungsten steel rods inside stabbed downward at more than ten times the speed of sound.

Swish!
Type 3 fires a large number of lasers to intercept the incoming tungsten steel nails, but tungsten is a metal that is not only extremely heat-resistant but also has a high density, and thus carries more kinetic energy upon impact.

A large amount of "rain of pear blossom needles" poured towards the wormhole, and several 150M-level Type 3 ships responsible for interception above set up photon shields.

boom!
The 13MM caliber tungsten steel stick came down at 200 times the speed of sound and hit the shield accurately under the adjustment of the tail stabilizer wing.

Before the sharp tip touches the shield, the shock wave it creates has already come into contact with the shield, causing ripples on the surface of the photon shield, and the emitted photons come into contact with the tip of the tungsten steel drill. This is a collision of pure kinetic energy and the energy of the shield generator.

Completely different from the energy released by an explosion, this pure kinetic impact concentrates all the force on the tip of the armor-piercing part. The tip is under tremendous pressure, and high temperature is generated under high pressure. The tip penetrates the shield bit by bit, and then hits the crystal block suspended inside at the moment of passing through the shield.

All the crystal blocks on the attack route were shattered, and the tungsten steel warhead consumed kinetic energy due to continuous collisions, and eventually deviated from its flight path and headed towards Kyushu Island below. As for what would be smashed, no one knew.

A few tungsten steel warheads penetrated the Type 3's hull, shattering a large area of ​​colorful glass. The entire Type 3 lost control, and the sunken Type 3s fell towards Kyushu Island below.

At this moment, the Type 300 main gun 3 meters below fired an orange-red cluster laser, illuminating the tungsten steel warhead, burning its pneumatics. The unstable warhead deviated from its route and missed its target.

Currently, rocks thrown by humans move through air or water, with very strict design requirements for their external shape. Even the slightest deviation will cause the projectile to deflect, increasing the error. After the high-power, high-energy laser beam sweeps through, the numerous small pulse laser turrets on the ship also open up a fire network, providing medium-range and short-range defense.

The secondary gun intercepts incoming missiles from high altitudes. In the path of the laser beam, some warheads may explode due to high temperatures or burn out components, causing them to lose control. Pure solid warheads may also suffer aerodynamic damage and deviate from their trajectory due to the melted part of the projectile body.

The firepower of a Type 3 ship made the University of Tokyo feel a little troubled. It is indeed possible to kill this Type 3 ship through firepower projection, but there will be another problem. Even if it is destroyed, the wormhole will be fully opened and then stabilized.

"Can we break through the Type 3 defense line?" the commander asked solemnly.

“It can’t be done in a short time”

Hearing the technician's words, the commander's eyes narrowed. From now on, he didn't care about the number of casualties, he just wanted to destroy the wormhole.

"Prepare to send it to Mr. Yu."

"Yes! Prepare to send it to Mr. Yu!"

An order was sent directly from the command center to somewhere. The moment the order was received, the Dongfeng Express rocket carrying [Mr. Yu] ignited its engine and flew into the sky.

[Report to the commander! Mr. Yu has set off!]

After the missile was launched, the commander turned to look at the general seat of the combat branch department and asked: "Are you ready to deal with the impact?"

"Report to the commander! The emergency plan has been activated in the area facing the impact!"
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hum!
The shrill air raid sirens suddenly sounded, and the sharp and rapid sound echoed throughout the city.

Some people who were strolling on the street had not yet realized what was happening. The first thing they looked at was the time, and then they looked at the sky strangely. This is also a drawback of the University of Tokyo. Peace for too long has made too many people forget what war is.

"Today isn't September 9th, is it? Are we conducting another evacuation drill?"

"No, not today." Hey? Did you get a message?"

The citizens took out their phones and glanced at the messages. The three major operators began to send text messages regionally. Not only that, the big screens in major shopping malls, the platform billboards in subway stations, and all networked screens changed their displays immediately, reminding those present that the aftermath of the battlefield had quietly come into their lives.

The police, firefighters, and neighborhood committees began organizing people to evacuate. Students in the school, organized by their teachers, quickly lined up and ran to the nearest civil air defense project.

Patients and nurses in the hospital were quickly transferred to a safe area; the subway became an important refuge, and a large number of people took refuge in the subway station.
At this moment, Todai showed an extremely strong mobilization ability and implemented each plan item by item.

The commander looked at Mr. Yu who was rapidly approaching the wormhole, glanced at the predicted losses, and found that they were still within the acceptable range.

(End of this chapter)