Zheng Yang thought for a while.
Then he looked up at the sky. With these few words, in less than a minute, the missiles of the Sky Team had arrived at the IMC ship.
"It's okay. Half a minute is enough to reach the IMC ship."
Su Quan: "This is not the main problem, brother. You are a temporary pilot, and you are not yet proficient in controlling the Titan. If you really accidentally touch the warhead and detonate it, the close-range missile will cause the Titan to be shattered in high altitude. There are only high-power missiles left in the surface-to-air missile zone where you are!"
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm very skilled at controlling it."
Su Quan: "Then go ahead. I'm going to tell the person in charge of the missile area now. Don't refuse the communication I'll receive soon."
"Dududu..."
Communication is down.
But it wasn't Su Quan who hung up, but Zheng Yang who hung up early after hearing the other party's confirmation.
Su Quan: "... I nm, the B21 team continues to advance southeast..."
Forget it, forget it, it's hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words.
When Su Quan was giving the command, he had already thought about how to face the furious Lin Lingling later.
In his opinion, it was indeed a pity that this unprecedented S-class neurotic genius suddenly appeared.
But now is the battlefield.
A few more words of advice from him would probably result in the death of one or two teams that could not be commanded in time.
The number of people killed in battle will increase by several digits.
Those are numbers, and they are also living lives.
It may be the pillar of a family, the pride of parents, or the lover of a girl's longing.
Su Quan knew his commanding talent.
It can reduce the casualties on one's side to the greatest extent.
He was not arrogant about his talent, but gave full play to his commanding talents as much as possible...
Reduce casualties.
Knowing the importance of his talents and trying to use them to reduce casualties, Su Quan was able to take some time out of this suddenly busy command to seriously persuade Zheng Yang.
This can be regarded as the importance given to Zheng Yang, the first S-level neurotic genius in human history.
Originally, Su Quan planned to die first, because judging from the 3D live map of the battlefield, if he did not take command, an eight-man team would deviate from the trajectory.
If the position of this team deviates from the trajectory, they will definitely die.
Now that Zheng Yang has hung up, he doesn't have to worry anymore.
Jump directly into the command.
............
............
Shortly after hanging up the communication.
Zheng Yang received the communication application.
Clicked to confirm, and then a middle-aged male voice came from the other side of the communication channel.
"Hey hello, hello, do you want to fly the Dx Venom missile, the Xuqi missile, or the traditional composite missile?"
Zheng Yang: ".........."
"What's the difference?"
The member in charge of the missile introduced: "The Dx Venom uses a traditional solid propellant potassium chlorate with acetate, and the Xuqi missile uses bold oxygen dynamics as the main pillar of the propeller. The material used is..."
Before the introduction was finished, he was interrupted by Zheng Yang with a black look on his face.
"Stop, stop, stop, I don't understand either," Zheng Yang put his hands on his waist, looked at the missile hole, and climbed back to the TP and said, "Just tell me which one is more suitable for me to go to heaven now."
The member in charge of the missile said: "You have just seen that the non-explosive missiles used by the Egret Team are flying into the sky. I personally recommend the kind that is less dangerous."
Zheng Yang's eyes lit up: "Do you still have that thing?"
"there is none left."
Zheng Yanggang was caught back inside by Tai Tan's iron hand, and his movements suddenly froze.
"Then you're talking nonsense!"
"Hey, doesn't this invigorate the atmosphere? Young people must understand that atmosphere is a..."
Zheng Yang interrupted again with a dark face: "We are on the battlefield now, please explain immediately."
"Young people don't have any spirituality. I recommend you to take the Xiqi Missile."
Zheng Yang was slightly interested: "Oh? What can you say?"
"After the Xuqi missile explodes, it produces an extremely toxic and rapidly expanding gas. It has a very high ignition point and will not explode like ordinary missiles, and it will not corrode the inside of Titan."
"The Dx venom is a liquid burst. It is extremely acidic and can even corrode Titan. However, this kind of missile is very expensive. If you want to commit suicide, you should choose Ruin Qi. Anyway, there is a large amount of Ruin Qi replenished underground on Typhon."
Zheng Yang scratched his head. He remembered that the missile impact detonation and timed detonation in his previous life were extremely outdated.
Radio, radar, laser, TV fuzes, etc. are used as fuzes. According to the specific conditions and combat needs of various targets, radio commands or radar echoes or laser commands or TV commands are used to automatically control the explosion of the warhead.
And in the previous life, that is, the 21st century, more advanced missile models generally had more than two detonation methods, also called composite fuzes. This is the same as the guidance method of missiles.
At that time, Zheng Yang had also been fascinated by the Dongfeng missile series for a while, and had learned about the missiles on Baidu.
"Can't you remotely control radio, radar, laser or the like to prevent it from detonating?"
"sure."
Blue veins popped out on Zheng Yang's forehead.
"Aren't all nm the same?!"
"It's the same."
I fuck you, you ****, I fuck your eight generations of ancestors! ! !
Zheng Yang resisted the urge to hit, calmed down for a while, and took back the curse words from his mouth.
He took a long breath and said: "Then use the Xiqi. After I ride to the IMC ship, can you control the Xuxi missile to attack another IMC ship?"
"No, the IMC ships have indeed withdrawn beyond the limit of the range we can control the missiles."
"Okay then, you can carry me within the range."
"Oh, just feel free to leave it to me!"
Zheng Yang searched for the corresponding missile hole according to the number mentioned by the person in charge.
Jump directly into the missile hole.
First, he hugged the missile in the darkness, and then.
Enter the countdown.
The more Zheng Yang thought about it, the more something was wrong.
Zheng Yang, who was sitting in the TP holding the missile, suddenly reacted.
TM Didn’t the commander just advise that there are only impact and timed ones? !
As everyone knows, Su Quan's knowledge about missiles only stops at the form of missiles used by ancient humans in the 19th and 20th centuries that his history teacher told him ten years ago.
Su Quan was in charge of the war situation, but he didn't understand missiles.
He just needs to point to a place and ask someone to hit it.
So he mistakenly mistook the historical knowledge taught by the history teacher as current military knowledge and popularized it to Zheng Yang...
Normally, Su Quan would react before he was even halfway through his words.
but now.
An average of three seconds per command. While talking to Zheng Yang, Su Quan was also concentrating on three things, observing two 3D modeled battlefield areas at the same time.
It can be said that 90% of the brain power is used in command.
10% can only be said to be basic communication...
It's similar to the kind of person who can't speak without thinking, and just blindly say whatever comes to mind.
A countdown box appeared in Zheng Yang's helmet.
5s.
4s.
3s.
2s.
1s.
0 seconds.
"boom!"
The tail flame sweeping through the smoke and dust is like a slanting pillar reaching into the sky.
The smoke column is gray, and the flame red flashes among the gray.
Even inside Titan, Zheng Yang has strong backward inertia.
“Wuhu!!!”
The battlefield beneath my feet began to get smaller and smaller, and the blue sky became larger and larger.
Until you fall into it.
Between the white clouds.
The missile slowly turned sideways, and TP gradually sat up from the holding position.
Ride on the missile.
Zheng Yang went to heaven.
But suddenly there was a rushing sound in my ears.
It's from the person in charge of the missile.
"Brother! I forgot to tell you that missiles beyond the missile's control range will automatically detonate!"
Zheng Yang just felt the freedom from the sky.
The pleasure on his face disappeared instantly.
"I've been putting up with you for a long time! I'll sell your mother to you!!!"
………
ps: I don’t know what to say.
Still the third child.
Please give me a monthly ticket for recommendation.
