The T-80 tank is the third-generation main battle tank designed by Mao Xiong in the 1970s. It is basically used to equip its domestic elite armored forces. Its design unit is the Morozov Design Bureau located in Ermao's home.
In the early nineties, the performance of the T-80 was still acceptable. Defense, maneuverability, and firepower have not been far apart by the new generation of Western equipment.
Compared with the bunch of 59 modifications and the immature second-generation products of the planting family, it has a lot of advantages.
At the entrance of the underground'Romanov' area, a T-80 was blocked in the middle of the passage, with the muzzle pointing straight ahead. Marcos and the others were tens of meters away, unable to raise their heads when they were hit by the parallel machine gun on the right side of the muzzle.
But now the turret hatch was opened, and an AK-74 came in. The tank commander had to order the muzzle to be turned.
Zhou Qingfeng took advantage of the situation to operate the anti-aircraft machine gun on the commander's command tower, and howled the defensive rebels that hadn't been bombed by the surrounding ghosts.
An ordinary car weighs one or two tons, and the huge body of the T-80 has more than forty tons. This steel monster is by no means a docile baby. Even when its crawler moves forward, it can crush the cement road, leaving teeth-like marks.
The 125mm caliber tank gun is considered to be very powerful at present, and the shelling armor-piercing projectile can penetrate the average steel plate of four to five hundred millimeters thick.
According to Sophia's detection, the steel iron door that closed the assembly shop of the'Romanov' nuclear bomb had not deformed to the point of half a meter thick.
The tank reversed, turned, the muzzle was stable, and a divided armor-piercing projectile was sent into the barrel by the autoloader. After finishing the loading, the gun commander in the tank looked at the commander miserably and asked: "Are we really going to blast open that door?"
The captain knew exactly what he was guarding, which might be the fate of a country, and it was in the hands of a small man. If the captain is willing to give up his life, Zhou Qingfeng really can't help him.
A truly steadfast and fearless person, any charm arcane,'curse coins' are useless. His willpower is sufficient to resist any external influence.
Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng did not meet such a person.
The captain wearing a tank cap nodded sadly and convinced himself: "Your Excellency is outside, let's follow the order. After all, most people have chosen to give up."
The gunner had no choice but to press the launch button.
There was a huge shock on the turret, and the muzzle surged.
The crew members in the turret were safe, but Zhou Qingfeng stood outside the turret but was dazzled by the sound of artillery, and his body was out of balance. If he hadn't grasped the machine gun on the turret tightly, he would have to be thrown out.
The defensive rebels had been smoked dimly by the'Smelly Cloud Technique', and they were dizzy and morale greatly reduced by the sound of the guns. Hearing the roar of cannons at this moment, they were even more disillusioned.
The cannon flame disappeared, and the thick smoke dispersed.
There is an extra hole in the iron door of the nuclear bomb assembly workshop. However, the steel iron door is generally intact, and there is not much damage.
"Continue!" Zhou Qingfeng shouted.
So the second armor-piercing projectile was loaded into the barrel and fired again.
After several consecutive times, more and more holes in the steel iron door. The door frame structure is damaged and loose. A dozen rounds were blasted, and then a high-explosive grenade was used.
The high-explosive bomb contains several kilograms of explosives, and the explosive power in a closed environment is particularly great. After the bang, even Zhou Qingfeng's ears buzzed and his chest and abdomen felt uncomfortable.
The other rebel soldiers had escaped long ago, otherwise they would either faint or be shaken to death.
After using a few rounds of grenades, the steel iron door finally couldn't withstand the damage and crashed down.
Zhou Qingfeng ordered T-80 to drive up. The crawler creaked over the floor with debris, pressed on the twisted iron door, and entered the nuclear bomb assembly workshop.
The workshop was only a few hundred square meters in size, and the armor-piercing projectiles that penetrated the iron gate shattered the inside. The fragments of the projectile created a death tornado, pitting the ground, walls, and ceilings into pits.
Several bodies fell on the ground, all in pieces. A row of instruments used for nuclear bomb inspections was bombarded into scrap iron. The power supply is short-circuited, sparking in the dense smoke from time to time.
Rebel officers and soldiers responsible for assembling nuclear warheads have been bombarded with fear. They don't know what's happening outside, but they know what they are doing can be described as'fighting the world'.
No one likes one more nuclear country in the world. As long as it can, the hooligan must join hands to strangle him in the cradle.
For example, a black sage, a god-like figure, is widely sought after by the world. In prison for more than 20 years, he has been self-taught and mastered national management skills.
Sure enough, there is the style of'Wakanda'.
"Okay, you can leave." Zhou Qingfeng smashed the turret with the AK-74, and the crew members immediately rushed out like rabbits, fleeing lifelessly.
There are still some living rebels hiding in the corner in the assembly shop. Zhou Qingfeng took the gun, and they put down their hands and stood up and surrendered.
No surrender!
Those who can assemble nuclear bombs are all senior sergeants and technical officers, and they are not good at fighting face to face.
In the smoke, one's own side suffered heavy casualties, the closed door was blasted open, and a tank came in outside. Everyone would feel that the situation was gone, and resistance would be futile.
A major stood up behind the broken workshop wall and yelled to Zhou Qingfeng: "Don't shoot, we have no weapons. We surrendered."
Mao Zi knows about Mao's family affairs, and they know very well what their big soldiers will do if they kill their eyes. Now I just hope that the fighting outside is not terrible.
Otherwise, let's take care of your three-seven-ones, who are not talented, the big soldiers will shoot down if they don't please the eye.
Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward with a gun and asked, "Where is the nuclear warhead?"
"Behind me." The major stepped aside. Behind him were a dozen sergeant officers who also raised their hands. "A total of 27 tactical nuclear warheads, all of them are here."
The assembly workshop is divided into several operating areas. Behind the major are more than two dozen huge metal boxes. These are special loading boxes for nuclear warheads and look like coffins.
Three nuclear warheads were taken out of the box by a special crane, and one of them was about to be installed on the shell of the'Scarab-B' to complete the final assembly.
"Where is the nuclear charge under verification?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
The concept of nuclear charge is a bit special, and it can be understood as an explosive made of nuclear materials. It is the core component of a nuclear warhead, and it is the one that detonates a nuclear bomb.
The United States and the Soviet Union restrict nuclear weapons, and the goal of verification is nuclear charges. Otherwise, just by looking at a nuclear warhead, the ghost knows if it is empty
The major stepped aside again, and several black nuclear charges protected by a shielding shell were placed on the horizontal operation platform. Before assembling, the technical officer must carry out an inspection procedure on the nuclear charge.
Seeing the nuclear charge, Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. The muzzle in his hand struck a shuttle toward the ceiling, "Lucky for you, you can roll."
The Maozi officers and soldiers squirmed around with their heads in the gunshots, and all of them ran out.
The seven little fairies have searched the hundreds of square meters of assembly workshop to make sure that no outsiders show up. Another stinky cloud technique was released outside the workshop to ensure that no one would come in and make trouble.
The portable alchemy workshop was opened in the assembly operation area, and the soul slaves pushed out a large platform, and the magic girl Arcie lay quietly on the platform.
The black cat Miao Miao has been staying in the workshop. After coming out, he scurried around in the operation area, and was ordered to go outside to serve as a lurking post.
Zhou Qingfeng picked up a nuclear charge from the console and asked Sophia: "There are several kilograms of highly enriched uranium 235, far exceeding our expectations. There are more than 20 nuclear warheads.
Now... what should we do? "
Sophia said in a deep voice: "Master, please put the nuclear charge into the energy furnace in Arcie's chest. We can wake her up again."