At this time, the earth was really like an earthquake, at least on the zombie group. Ma Weiming couldn't help but tremble when he heard the "rumbling" sound of a short and small voice, although it was short and not loud.

After all, it is nearly five kilometers away from the landing point. For battleships of this level, it is like fighting melee battles. Most torpedoes can be greeted, and Chong Ying's Type 93 610mm can swim back and forth twice!

"Well... four guns... are not satisfying to fight..."

The enemy would not fire torpedoes, nor would it fire shells that could penetrate her armor. She was not worried at all. The only thing she was that she could only use four cannons in this building. Will the cleaning efficiency be too slow, and four more had to be wasted to maintain balance.

"Sure enough...it's better find a safer place..."

This area of ​​land is not smooth, so she will never give up using it, although it is not much, but it is still of great use. So next, she has to find three buildings with a solid structure.

Looking down, there are indeed many that meet the standards, but their heights and shapes are completely different. After all, they are facilities with their own uses.

"It's great......"

She put away three turrets and left one to continue firing. The zombies got a breather and the attack became more fierce.

"Oh...that..."

The old man saw that he could survive. The artillery here had already forced the opponent to nowhere, but now he suddenly took away three more doors. What's the point!

But he naturally didn't dare to blame others. After all, he knew that he would be scolded, "You're telling me to do things?"

But I don’t have the qualifications to teach and I don’t have the chance, because the lieutenant colonel in Nanchang actually jumped down from the building that was more than 100 meters high.

"Hello!"

Ma Weiming could only watch her disappear from the rooftop, but was unable to confirm her death. Maybe it was because of acrophobia, one of the "fighting syndromes by plane".

So he collapsed on the ground again, and his two 95 shells that were not tightly stuffed fell to the ground, rolled for a while before stopping.

Now he can only hope that the zombies will not use the elevator in this building, nor can they climb up, and he can find things and water that can last until the rescue comes.

....................................................

"Hey! This terrain......"

After she jumped down, she looked down from the second tallest building with a stable structure. The buildings in the facilities were of varying heights, and there were also stable structures, interspersing indirectly.

"It's better, it feels like a turret..."

If you directly put a row of neatly tidy cannons to shoot, you will have a momentum, but unfortunately the artistic conception has fallen behind a lot. War, battle, especially ship girls fighting, must pay attention to art. How can you fight in a regular manner?

“—”

There was no sound, and another turret appeared on the second tallest building, and immediately fired.

With such a huge noise, Old Man Ma was not a deaf person, so he naturally heard it, but he thought he had heard the hallucinations again and continued to think about where there would be food storage and fresh water here.

“The third seat….”

Turret No. 3 was installed on another small building facing the front line.

“The fourth seat… is finished!”

Repeating the above steps, she quickly completed this simple action. Since it was delayed a little, the cannons are still in a rotating state, and the shooting sequence is a bit messy. Liu Yuzhang frowned slightly.

"How can this work..."

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is coming.

Soon, the four turrets stopped fire one by one. After the last turret was loaded and aimed, eight heavy naval guns of the four turrets fired the first full volley at the target.

"Boom----"

The loud sound echoed in the factory facilities. Fortunately, there was no one else here, otherwise I would have been so scared that I would have sat on the ground and shivered.

Ma Weiming was just the opposite. His old and weak body stopped shaking and stood up in a flash. Soon, regardless of the acrophobia in his "comprehensive phobia on a plane", he rushed to the rooftop and looked out.

I saw that it seemed to be a future, with some strange and distortions intertwined by cyberpunk technology and reality:

Four huge turrets, the nearest one, was next to him, the big one looked like a few small houses, and the farthest one was small like a fingernail.

The four turrets have a very dispersed height and left and right positions. There are small buildings that are several stories high and dozens of floors, which point in one direction, scattered at different heights and positions, forming a strange composition with the buildings below.

As the sun sets, these turrets are facing the sunlight, and the golden glow is spread over it, covering it with a layer of golden red halo, which seems to be some doomsday depression, and it is more scent than without these cannons.

"Ah...this..."

He was just about to sigh to express his pride and unlimited sorrow in spring and autumn. After all, it was the first time he could leave everything else behind and stand at such a high place to enjoy the scenery, but all of this was destroyed.

The launch time of the eight shells is the same, which is very spectacular. Since the turrets gather only a few hundred meters, there is not much difference when they fall. The naked eye can tell the gap and gap between them, but it is more imposing. It is still a whole row, and the ones that will rush to the front are all clean, without leaving one, and they will become ashes.

"Hey! Why are you so disappointed!"

Ma Weiming looked at the row rising a few kilometers away, and shouted. After all, this scene should have had the feeling of a doomsday future, and the feeling of tenacious struggle and struggle, rather than cutting leeks... so relaxed, in an instant, a zombie beast that could destroy a motorized infantry division was just like this...... gone?

“Um………”

Academician Ma sank for a while, thinking about the battle report he had read before and some other information... Could it be... Could it be...

At this time, the second round of shells and ammunition had also been loaded. Liu Yuzhang climbed up from below and jumped to the rooftop. Looking at Old Man Ma who was wiping the cold sweat, he said with a playful smile on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you not afraid of heights?"

"Boom----"

The second round of 356HE was launched. With the words just now, Ma Weiming's cold sweat turned into hot sweat. Although the cool breeze still shivered a little coldly when it came, he immediately took a few steps back and fell to the ground, continuing to do it, looking at Liu Yuzhang's big burgundy eyes in horror, and the latter elbowed and smiled slightly.

Poison...it's really poison...shrimp and pig heart...shrimp and pig heart!
Chapter completed!