Chapter 340 Fatal Crisis
The hit on the first cruiser was regarded as an accident.
However, the next four ships were accurately hit, and then either were seriously injured or sank, and their speeds were reduced one after another. In order to rescue them, the pursuit speed of the entire formation was greatly reduced.
No one thinks this situation is accidental anymore.
"Impossible. How could the bomb be dropped so accurately when it was dropped horizontally?" Albert, a black man, said in surprise.
"Obviously, there were aliens on the five planes that dropped the bombs accurately. This information is wrong. Historically, all the aliens in South America were bribed, and no one participated in this war." Charmian, the white man, held his chin and thought carefully. .
"Could it be that the two aliens personally flew the plane to attack? Impossible, this is just a game scene, they would never dare to take such a big risk!"
Black Albert He insisted,
"The people of China are all greedy for life and afraid of death, especially the current aliens. Not many of them are willing to go to the battlefield. They all like to stay behind, and their inspectors also encourage They huddled behind, this is called advocating civility and suppressing military force... As long as the peace lasts, they will do this."
"You are right, but no matter what, those five planes are definitely related to them. , maybe they cast some kind of mysterious skill that lasts a long time and is similar to sniping,"
The white man Charmian almost guessed the truth. He said a little pessimistically,
"We may lose. Now that the mysterious power of the aliens on our side has been exhausted, it is impossible to effectively fight against an altitude of several thousand meters." They are now using kite-flying tactics, first damaging our fastest ships, and then gradually destroying us. A 1,000-kilogram aerial bomb will basically hit these thin-skinned and high-speed cruisers. The result was serious damage or sinking."
"They retreated so quickly! These bastards were mixed in with a large number of planes, and they just used other planes to cover them! Run, with such fast action, they will definitely come for the second and third rounds!" Albert, the black man, gritted his teeth and looked at the sky.
I saw dozens of aircraft in the sky turning around and leaving in a dark mass. Because they dropped bombs at high altitude, they suffered very little loss. Only a few unlucky ones were unfortunately hit, but they were still able to fly back.
The anti-aircraft guns of this era have very low accuracy when hitting targets that are too high. Otherwise, the battleships would not quickly withdraw from the ocean stage.
Charmian thought for a moment and said: "Well, fortunately they didn't dispatch those 5 planes at the beginning. This gave us a chance. Now we still have about twenty high-speed cruisers on hand, which can also support 4-wheelers and 4-wheelers. In one turn, our high-speed formation may be able to catch up with their aircraft carrier fleet."
"No, this is too passive. We must find some way to gather those aliens." Black Ai. Bert spoke.
"They have already started to convene, let's go there too." Charmian looked at the largest heavy cruiser, which was sending out a signal.
Soon they took a speedboat and arrived at the command room of the heavy cruiser.
A dozen white heterogeneous people gathered together.
Charmian glanced at these dummies with unreal figures, and he understood that these should be spiritual beings, the kind of intelligent spiritual beings.
But who instilled the memory into them, and who allowed them to perfectly play the corresponding NPC in the historical scene?
This person must not be a human being. Human beings are not that powerful.
Even the master-level aliens are far from being able to do this. They are like those genius scientists. They are very powerful and talented in a certain aspect, but they cannot cover everything. On the contrary, many geniuses They are all stupid... they even make mistakes when buying groceries.
The manipulator behind the scenes is either God or Satan.
Just as he was thinking about it, an old white man said: "It seems that we are going to fail. In that case, let's prepare to retreat. Ordinary people will die if they die. We can't stay here."
< br>No one objected.
Charmian smiled bitterly, yes, this character is exactly the same as America's alien.
If they said anything about "living and dying with the ship", he would be worried about whether there was any conspiracy, whether they wanted to deliberately trap them as two outsiders, to absorb strength and souls, etc. Evil things.
"No, the Chinese can send aliens to a group of scum and fight to this point. We Americans must not give in, we must completely suppress them!" Albert, the black man, couldn't help but retort.
The old white man looked at him with a trace of disgust in his eyes: "Black bastard, you have no place to speak here!"
"What did you say?" The black man Albert was furious, "I am America. Citizen, I have the right to speak!”
“Bang!” As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked hard and fell to the ground. It turned out that a young white man next to him kicked him hard on the knee. .
He forgot that it was only 1931, and even 80 years later, it would still be the same. "Stop! He is our compatriot!" Charmian was shocked and quickly stood in front of the other party.
"Trash! It's because of you soft-hearted trash that we cause so much trouble!" The old white man waved his hand at the others.
More than a dozen mutants swarmed forward and subdued the two men, black and white.
The black man Albert shouted: "What are you going to do?"
No one answered, just looked at him coldly.
Charmian was horrified, and he suddenly remembered that this battle had another name in history, called the "Cleaning Battle."
This is a battle fought by a group of white supremacists who reject even Latinos, let alone blacks.
He made a mistake...
He should study history well. What is hateful is that he received a happy education when he was young, so his history scores were very poor.
He was able to obtain the alien species because he was adopted by a rich man after showing corresponding talents.
He immediately begged: "Sorry, I was wrong, please give me a chance to correct it."
The black Albert was shocked and angry at the moment: "What are you talking about? Partner, you are not at fault, they are at fault."
"Shut up, you bastard, I'm just using you, Do you still think we have a common language with you? You idiot, you are just a bit talented in physical strength, I just use you as a cheap bodyguard." Charmian yelled at him.
“You, you bastard!” Albert, the black man, was furious. He was betrayed by his trusted companion. This feeling was absolutely painful.
However, after the pain, there is greater fear.
"Put this guy into a naval gun and shoot him out. Our great America doesn't need these dirty things!" the old white man said with an indifferent look.
Charmian felt a chill in his heart. It turned out that this was the case. There was actually a murderous intention hidden in the scene.
If you really treat it as a war game, then you are courting death!
Their real opponents are not the Chinese people, but the people around them.
If the war fails, the two of them will be trash, and the trash will naturally be cleaned up. He is white and still has the qualifications to survive, and the other black partner will be killed...
He shut up. Without saying a word, he watched Albert, a black man, being carried away while cursing and yelling.
"Okay, I see you still have some remorse, so I'll spare you this time. Remember, America is the city of God, a place of purity, a land of whiteness, and filth will never be allowed to exist for a long time." The old white man said to Charmy. He lowered his head and said.
"Yes, yes, I have remembered your teachings. I will definitely fulfill your will when I go out this time." Charmian nodded repeatedly.
Although he complained in his heart, weren't black people trafficked from Africa by your ancestors? I really hope they are willing to come...
I am living a good life, but I don’t need your rescue.
But speaking these rational, neutral and objective words would mean death, so of course he couldn't say them.
The old white man nodded, and then asked someone to release him from control.
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