Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

It turns out that people can get addicted to a lot of things, especially big things.

Take firing cannons for example. Ever since they saw the rain of fireworks on Third Brother’s territory, Xiaobao and the others have been thinking about it all the time, hoping that one day they would be able to fire a cannon themselves.

There is definitely no consciousness in firing blanks. People who have been to the battlefield are actually not obsessed with shooting and firing cannons themselves, but seeing the bullets fired from the guns in their hands and the shells fired from the cannons at their feet hit the enemies they want to hit.

Watching the enemy fall to the ground, watching the enemy be torn into pieces... this is the greatest enjoyment of being a soldier.

"Brother, fight!"

"Brother, fight!"

"Brother..."

“Stop shouting!” Zeng Wangcai waved his hand, aiming at the light spot of the helicopter on the radar, gathering together, and then separating, “Xiaobao, Tiezi, Fusheng… do as I say, and prepare to launch!”

"Great, big brother. Which one should we launch?" Little Leopard asked excitedly.

"Fire three!" Zeng Wangcai said bloodthirstily, "Either don't fight, or fight harder. It's all about heartbeat. Let's take a gamble. We bet that foreigners are paper tigers who dare not say a word after suffering a loss."

"Beat three at once..." Xiaobao and the other two did not gasp, but were shaking with excitement.

They are not afraid of causing trouble. After all, following the big brother, no matter how big the problem is, it will become a small matter.

Zeng Wangcai identified three targets. The first and second were two helicopters. These two targets must be destroyed without a doubt. The third target was the Type 12 frigate.

Regarding the third target, Zeng Wangcai had no intention of shooting it to death.

It’s not that it can’t be killed, but once it is killed, it will become a complete mess and it won’t be fun anymore.

There are only six frigates in total, and they were only launched less than two years ago.

"Get ready..." Zeng Wangcai didn't let the three of them wait for long, and shouted, "Fire!"

After Zeng Wangcai shouted "ready", the cover on the button was opened, and as soon as the word "launch" was uttered, the button was pressed.

(Note: The cover on the button is what I saw in movies and TV shows. I don’t know if it’s on our big killer. Please bear with me.)

Everything!

Puff puff!

Three missiles were launched from the vertical unit, then turned and flew away, leaving three beautiful and charming traces in the sky.

The three missiles are one YJ18 and one HQ9.

"Fuck, it's so fucking beautiful, so fucking awesome..." Little Leopard kept jumping up and down as he watched the bird disappear outside.

“Brother, brother…is that all?” Yu Tie put his hands on the awning.

"Brother, Hui is gone..." Lin Fusheng murmured.

"Shut up, come and take a look. This is the radar monitoring. We can see the trajectory of the missile!"

"Where? Where?"

Three heads gathered around at the same time.

Zeng Wangcai pointed at them and identified them one by one, saying, "This big bird is codenamed 18, and it's used to attack frigates. These two are codenamed 9, and they're used to attack helicopters..."

The three people watched in amazement.

"Brother, will we miss the target and be laughed at by the foreigners?" Little Leopard said worriedly.

"Don't talk about those nonsense!" Zeng Wangcai laughed, "The 18 will be accurate to the meter. It will explode near the frigate, and then the big waves will give the foreigners a bath. As for the helicopter, there is no possibility of failure!"

Are you kidding? U2 has already been attacked, how can the helicopter escape?

Xiaobao and the others didn't ask why the frigate was not destroyed. They just stared at the surveillance camera without blinking.

On the freighter, Had and Pete, who were about to leave, came back.

Hader looked at the helicopter flying past, feeling a little worried.

Captains Pete and Myers did not know the news that Hood and Had knew. They led their team members and whistled at the helicopter flying over.

"Yohoo, fuck it!"

"Let them see how powerful our machine guns are!"

"A group of fishermen..."

On the deck, there were no Han Qiaosheng's crew members, led by Captain Mark, who looked at the special forces with mixed feelings.

Especially Mark, his background is complicated. As a foreigner, he has a grudge against his own country.

"You bastard..." Mark cursed.

puff!

A special forces soldier hit Mark with the butt of his rifle: "Shut up! No one can save you. Do you think those broken boats behind you can save you?"

The broken ship that the special forces soldier was referring to was the frontline troops under Chen Hong.

They were indeed broken ships, so no one, whether it was Hood on the frigate or the special forces, took those ships seriously.

There is no way around it. If you are weak, you will be looked down upon.

"puff!"

Mark spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and didn't say anything else to avoid suffering a loss.

On one of the shabby ships at the back, Wang Junsheng, an acquaintance of Zeng Wangcai, was floating on the deck with a telescope in his hand.

"Damn it, what the hell are those foreigners doing?" Wang Junsheng looked at the direction the helicopter was flying and muttered, "They suddenly came over..."

"Lao Wang, Lao Wang..." A soldier who was about the same age as Wang Junsheng shouted from a distance, "The communication is working, and it seems that the radar is also working."

"Great, Old Song, turn on the phone and report the situation here!" Wang Junsheng shouted.

Before, all signals were unusable in this sea area.

Wang Junsheng thought it was the foreign devils' ship that did it. When the signal was restored, Wang Junsheng immediately ordered a report on the helicopter taking off.

"Old Song, wait a minute..." Wang Junsheng, who was holding the telescope, suddenly froze.

He saw something flash in the sky, and then the helicopter...blew up.

"Damn it, Old Song, hurry up and call, the foreign devil's helicopter has been shot down..."

On the freighter, the special forces who had been so arrogant just now were dumbfounded. They stared at the two fireballs falling from the sky without blinking.

Hader on the deck, with his mouth half open, saw a missile flying over his head.

On the frigate.

Hood calmly waited for news, and suddenly, communications were restored and the radar could be used.

"Sir, the communication is available..." Steven came over to report.

"Very good!" Hood nodded and said, "Contact Vulture No. 1 and No. 2 and tell them that they are welcome..."

"Yes..." Steven agreed and came back in a panic a few seconds later, "Sir, it's bad. Vulture is missing."

"How is that possible?" Hood was slightly stunned. "There's nothing on the radar?"

"There's...there's a missile flying towards us!"

"I... Fuck, defend yourself..."

Hood could no longer hold on and ran to check the radar monitoring, then heard the rapid responses of various units on the ship.

But the units had just begun to react when Hood realized it was too late; the missiles were too fast.

boom!