The doomsday flames soared into the sky, and the last terrorists struggled in the fire. There were constantly figures of people jumping down from the bow of the ship. The terrorists covered in fire threw away their weapons and wanted to escape from hell at this moment.

The huge ocean freighter swayed and tilted, like an elderly giant finally reaching the last time of his life, and could no longer support his huge body. He fell down slowly with the burning of the fire.

"The terrorists are over, Mr. Nighthawk, are you going to deal with YD next?" Jiro seemed to have come back from the most realistic 3D movie, with burning raging fire in his eyes.

"Any enemy who wants to step on this land must be integrated with the sea." Nighthawk smiled confidently: "I said that Fusang will never endure any war again, and the Chinese will always stand on Fusang's side."

Jiro sighed deeply: "Maybe you are right, maybe the general is really wrong. The old ideas will eventually be trampled on by young people, and this country will never go back to the past. Mr. Nighthawk, although I don't like you Chinese, I don't hate you either. Thank you for everything you did to Fusang, and I hope you can meet more in the future."

Jiro bent down deeply. As a proud Fusang samurai, this is his most important etiquette. He bent down for the person in front of him to save Fusang, not that he really likes Chinese people.

"Are you leaving?" Ye Ying looked at Jiro with some regret. The young man was equally shocked. He was so strong, open-minded and wise. If everyone he met was like him, the progress of his work in Fusang would not be so difficult.

"Yes, I'm leaving." Jiro raised his head and smiled faintly: "I still have my own responsibilities when I leave here. Mr. Nighthawk, I hope that when we see each other again, Fuso has become a beautiful new world and I will fight for my home."

Jiro got on a Mercedes-Benz with a military license plate and disappeared quickly in the darkness. Nighthawk quietly watched the taillights disappear into the darkness, and his back was illuminated by the firelight behind him. He wanted to keep the outstanding young man fighting side by side with him and save this country that God was about to abandon.

But just as Jiro said, they all had their own mission to accomplish. Nighthawk breathed heavily, turned around, and his eyes were occupied by the cold and cold light again.

The sea surface seemed to be burned, and solid fuel and leaked engine oil burned a large area of ​​sea. Even if you successfully jumped from the bow of the ship, you would inevitably be burned to death. If you just huddled on the bottom of the sea, you would soon suffocate and die. This is really the doomsday of terrorists, and there is no possibility of being saved.

"How far is it to save people?" Nighthawk asked coldly, without looking back, but with a solemn aura.

"The five submarines were less than a kilometer of the freighter. We have intercepted the alarm sent by the submarines to the fleet. Their fleet is not twenty nautical miles away. I believe they will retreat soon." The mine quickly reported, and his lips spoke every word accurately like a typewriter.

"Do you want to just come here casually and leave?" Nighthawk snorted coldly. He had strong enough confidence. After years of operation in the United States, Fusang has a large number of the most advanced weapons made by the United States.

The soldiers of Fuso have also been trained by the world's police and American soldiers. They can be compared with any powerful soldier in the world. At least the level of high technology is far beyond the reach of the y-du-san.

Sometimes Nighthawks really can't figure out what exactly is the mind of the three people who wear heads all day long? Are they all muddy? Do they think that their superb stacked hens can fight the world's most advanced military carriers by riding motorcycles across the fire circle? Do they think that the equipment they bought from eRos and the United States can face the ace army head-on with the well-trained and advanced military equipment all day long?

Nighthawk is really funny. He now has two air forces in the air, and all the Fusang fleets are on standby. He really doesn't want to end the long-distance journey of the San and others in a row, but he still slowly raised his hand.

"We must let the Asans know that we can never come to their territory without saying hello without the approval of the owner. Give them some bone pain, and they will realize that this is called sovereignty." His hand suddenly waved: "Notify the F22 fighter to take off immediately and don't let any Asans go, even if the escape boat is sank, we will not accept the captives."

The order for full-scale combat was quickly transmitted to various military bases around D-Beijing via radio. The hurried pilots rushed towards the F22 fighter in thick equipment.

The most advanced F22 fighter jets are fifth-generation fighter jets, carrying air-to-surface missiles on the sea surface, and they are completely god-like masters. It is estimated that when the Sans and the others find that the F22 attacks them, they will be the last moment of their death.

There was a loud alarm on the sea, and missile frigates and cruisers were driven from the three nearest naval military bases. After World War II, Fuso did not allow large tons of warships, and they could only place their core strength on the development of small warships.

It is undeniable that Fusang's small warships have reached a world-class level. After all, they are countries that have built aircraft carriers and have always attached great importance to the development of the navy. If possible, they can build huge warships to patrol the sea and mountains at any time.

The army base was filled with people, the roar of the chariots were rumbling, and the soldiers' slogans were heard throughout the world. There were hurried but neat figures everywhere, and they would gather as soon as possible to prepare to go to the front line.

The five conventional-class submarines closest to the harbor were the advance troops of the YDu Ren's attack. Each ship brought four hundred special forces soldiers to cooperate with the destructive operations after the terrorist landed.

The reputation of the Y-Du Special Forces is very famous all over the world. They are good at riding motorcycles, like to drill fire circles, and have a special liking for stacked men. They also invented the great feat of stacked men riding motorcycles. The fire-breathing movements in their mouths made everyone in the industry give them a thumbs up and praise them. It’s so stupid!

Now they are limited to submarines. The heroes have no use of their weapons and can only watch the destruction of their allies from the periscope, but they are helpless. In fact, even if they go up to help, they are helpless. Not to mention that they are only individual light weapons, even submarines do not have the ability to fight against ground troops. You can't expect to hit the torpedoes into the sky and then fall down to kill a group of people.

So they quickly chose Plan B, which was to quickly contact the fleet behind when the Jinsha troops were beaten by the Fusang people and informed them that the plan to attack Fusang was over, and they were blocking their doorsteps to be beaten up. Brothers, please withdraw quickly. After sending this telegram, I would also have to get out quickly, otherwise the enemy's shells would blow up.

The y-duan people know the truth that they can bend and stretch. What does it matter if the comrades in the alliance die? As long as they die, they are not themselves. Are they still afraid of not having firewood when they keep Qingshan? So whether they are the commanders of the special forces or the commanders of the submarines, they reached a consensus at the first time, and happily shook hands to speed up leaving the slaughterhouse.

Without waiting for the fleet to reply, the submarine team had already begun to turn around slowly to prepare to evacuate. The speed of the submarine was relatively slow. These were still old Soviet goods and could only sail at a speed of 20 knots in the sea. If they didn't turn around quickly, they would react and find them and a few shells would be solved.

The only thing that submarines can do in combat is reconnaissance and sneak attack missions. In World War II, the most famous wolf pack tactic of the Germans was to use a large number of submarines to attack a small fleet, thereby achieving brilliant results.

But the times have changed. If you use old-fashioned submarines and advanced enemy weapons to fight hard, you are still a little self-aware of this. They have the strongest premonition that their lives are in danger. Even if they are asked to put down their submarines and swim back at this time, they will be happy. After all, their main fleet is not far away.

But YDu Ren underestimated the people standing on the shore. There are the most violent and sensitive Chinese agents here. Their ability to collect intelligence is as powerful as YDu Ren's ability to ride a motorcycle.

The arrival of the submarine was already in progress as the opponent prepared to attack, and the anti-submarine aircraft that came to annihilate them could already see the vague influence.

Nighthawk quietly watched the helicopter return to the base, replaced by eight whistling f15 fighter jets. These aircraft have been modified and have added anti-submarine functions. At this moment, the pilot's instrument panel can clearly see the submarine hot red dots hidden in the sea to escape.

The pilot smiled happily: "Brothers, ydu people dare to come to our country to act wildly. Let these ydu monkeys taste the power of our missiles."

Eight anti-submarine missiles escaped from the cabin and flew towards the submarine deep under the sea. The rocket that had escaped the shell dragged out its long tail, like the lightning bolt that the gods waved when they were angry.

Eight different red dots approached rapidly, and the alarm sounded loudly in the cabins of five submarines. The technicians shouted wildly that they did not even have a chance to dodge in the face of the sudden missile. This is the most advanced anti-submarine missile.

The submarine commander and the special forces commander held hands with each other. At the last moment of their lives, they looked at each other and wanted to cry without tears. They were holding their breath in their hearts, and they just wanted to shout loudly at the fleet in the distance, and it would be best to come and die with us as soon as possible.

Boom! There seemed to be a strong earthquake under the water, and the huge waves soaring into the sky even wiped out a lot of burning engine oil. Even the shore that was always one kilometer away was affected by the surging waves, washing out a large number of red waves.
Chapter completed!