Anti-Japanese War Killing Enemy Explosion System

It's just that after hearing the four system prompts, Yang Chen couldn't be happier.

What the hell is this fucking explosive?

Outside Yanggao County, the soldiers of the 358th Regiment were still launching a general offensive against the remnants of the Japanese Independent Second Brigade.

But there were also many people who saw the situation here and were stunned.

After looking at the two bright fireworks in the distance, they all looked confused: "Fuck! Could it be that the little devil made an own goal, and his fighter plane collided with himself?"

As for being shot down, they never thought about it, because the 358 regiment didn't have any anti-aircraft guns in their hands at the moment, and the artillery battalion was all here.

Of course, except for one person, that is Chu Yunfei, the leader of the 358 regiment. Looking at his bright fireworks, a bold guess was born in his heart again.

……

"idiot!"

The two planes were destroyed almost at the same time. The little devil pilots were so frightened that they hurriedly changed the course and raised the plane altitude.

"Want to run!"

Yang Chen's face turned cold. The German-made 88mm anti-aircraft gun has an automatic bomb feeding device, so the second round of attack is ready just a moment after the first round of bombardment.

The reason why anti-aircraft guns are called anti-aircraft guns lies in their rate of fire. If the rate of fire is similar to that of ordinary howitzers or infantry guns, how can they shoot down planes?

"boom!"

"Boom boom-"

Without further ado, Yang Chen fired another round of bombardment, but it's a pity that the little devil ran so fast that he missed it all.

"Fuck! Not good!"

After a wave of attacks hit the air, Yang Chen looked up, and was shocked to find that the fighter planes of these little devils changed their course, raised their flight altitude, turned a corner in mid-air, and flew straight towards him. come over.

At the same time, the heavy machine guns and machine guns on the little devil's fighter jet were already firing at him.

While Yang Chen put the 88mm anti-aircraft gun into his personal space, he also took out the red Harley.

Without further ado, he ignited the ignition and left. He pushed the accelerator to the maximum and ran the "s" route all the way towards the woods he had planned before.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da--"

"Da da da da da da da—"

"boom!"

"Boom boom-"

Heavy machine gun bullets, machine gun shells, if Yang Chen's tail was the same, they followed all the way, hitting the ground with dust and gravel.

The speed of the plane was not comparable to that of Harley, so Yang Chen couldn't get rid of the pursuit of the little devil's plane.

close!

close!

closer...

Yang Chen's eyes were firm, and he stared at the small forest in front of him.

"boom!"

In front of the grove, there was a small slope with a height of about two or three meters. Yang Chen's speed did not slow down. He slammed the accelerator, and the red Harley flew out directly after passing the acceleration of the slope, and finally landed firmly on the edge of the forest, leaving a deep trail behind. While leaving deep wheel marks, he continued to rush forward.

"Damn! Little devil, is it fun to chase after me? Don't think that only you have machine guns, and I also have machine guns!"

After Yang Chen entered the woods, he drifted, and Harley stopped firmly beside a pile of branches.

Get out of the car, pull away the branches, and the Japanese Type 13 [-]mm anti-aircraft machine gun inside is exposed, the ammunition belt has been installed, and the safety has been opened.

Yang Chen got into the woods, and the little devil's plane suddenly lost its target, but their attack still didn't stop.

Machine gun bullets, machine gun shells are still pouring out just like they don't need money.

The forest became the target of the little devil pilot to vent his anger, countless branches were broken, the branches trembled, and the leaves flew.

Yang Chen is the only one who can be hunted down by a dozen little devil fighter jets alone.

Just at this moment, these little devil fighter jets flew over Yang Chen's head, and Yang Chen also controlled the anti-aircraft machine gun at this time, turned the muzzle, and aimed at the little devil fighter jets.

"Give me a death!"

Yang Chen shouted violently, his eyes showed undisguised anger and fierceness, he grinned when he pulled the trigger, and clenched his steel teeth, as if he wanted to eat these little devil pilots and the combat power they controlled alive average.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da da da da da—"

A series of bullets carried Yang Chen full of anger, shot out, and went straight to the buttocks of the little devil fighter group.

This Type 13 [-]mm anti-aircraft machine gun can penetrate even the armor of a tank. It is not easy to penetrate the thin skin of the Little Devil fighter.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The wing of a little devil fighter was hit, and several transparent holes the size of a fist appeared instantly, and then the high-speed flight formed huge friction with the air, causing it to snap off.

The fighter with broken wings quickly lost its balance in mid-air, swaying and falling towards the ground ahead.

"boom!"

The fighter plane finally landed on a big tree, exploded, and turned into a ball of bright fireworks.

This big tree also suffered an old crime, and was shrouded in a mass of fire. The fire spread to the surroundings with the wind, and it seemed that it would not stop until it burned the entire forest.

Another little devil fighter was hit on the left engine, and immediately emitted a puff of smoke, then swayed and slid forward for a certain distance, hit a dirt bag and exploded.

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, an enemy fighter jet was destroyed, and a luxury yacht exploded; merit points +3000, experience points +3000."

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, an enemy pilot fired a Type 100 assault rifle with 300 bullets; merit points +300, experience points +[-]."

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, destroying an enemy fighter jet, a McLaren P1, a barrel of No. 98 gasoline; the merit value is 3000+, and the experience value is +3000."

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, kill an enemy pilot, burst out a butcher's knife; merit +300, experience +300."

"Fuck!"