Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me A Demon!
/ Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon! Chapter 324
Chapter 324: Chapter 229: Xiao Qian Train Gun (30,000 words in three updates, asking for monthly votes!)
Southern Chan Country, Yang Province, Putuo Airport.
This airport is a permanent 4F military airport.
The so-called 4F level refers to the length and width of the airport runway; the larger the number, the longer the runway.
A 4F level airport has a runway length of at least 1800 meters and a width of several dozen meters, capable of accommodating the takeoff and landing of behemoths like the Boeing 737 and Airbus A380.
Unlike the Xavier Airport, a field airport, Putuo Airport has numerous permanent buildings and fully equipped facilities, naturally possessing strong defensive capabilities.
Especially after receiving funds from the Eight Nation Group, the other seven countries came with their own provisions to further reinforce and expand the airport.
Many ammunition and fuel depots, constructed with thick rebar and concrete, are partially buried deep within mountains and underground.
Nowadays, Putuo Airport is the largest military airport within the borders of Chan Country.
The majority of the fighter jets within Chan Country, including the Aviation Mixed Group from Japan, are resting and stationed here.
Putuo Airport, located in the south of Chan Country, is quite remote from East Qin State; its primary purpose is to protect the essential coastal cities of Southern Chan Country.
But considering the operational radius of fighter jets, this distance isn't really a problem; they can cover and strike the airspace of East Qin State just the same.
Previously, those Japanese fighter jets took off and landed from here. Even the outdated jets, by simply carrying auxiliary fuel tanks and carrying less munitions, could fly over East Qin State and maintain combat efficacy.
At the same time as the battles in Wuhe Military Camp and Xavier Airport erupted.
Putuo Airport, being closest to the western side of Chan Country and due to the rotation of Blue Star, had not yet seen dawn, with only a faint light visible on the horizon.
In a dense forest tens of kilometers east of Putuo Airport, where the ground covered in dead branches and leaves was noticeably arched, a gigantic and grotesque head emerged.
Immediately afterward, an eighty-meter-long, train-width, hideous giant creature appeared on the ground, crushing several towering trees in its vicinity.
“The weather's pretty good today!”
Su Jie leapt down from the back of the thousand-hand centipede, looking up through the dense forest canopy towards the Sky Dome.
His Primordial Spirit leapt out from the top of his physical body. Despite the great distance, Su Jie didn't feel any intense sensation of being scrutinized.
This suggested that there were probably no satellites repositioning to surveil this area from their corresponding orbital trajectories above.
However, just to be cautious, Su Jie took out a portable Array Map, secured it, and activated a Formation called Bibo Cloud Mist Array inside it, letting a faint mist spread throughout the surroundings.
In this manner, even if there were satellites changing orbits above or reconnaissance planes and thermal imaging or the like, they wouldn't be able to discern the silhouette of the thousand-hand centipede.
After completing all this, Su Jie released a batch of human-faced moths to act as reconnaissance cameras.
He then took out a Storage Bag and extracted several huge artillery shells, almost as tall as two people and weighing seven to eight tons each.
Caressing the cold shell of the artillery, Su Jie knew that these specially made shells, designed under his direct orders, were custom-ordered from Maozi.
When the experts from Russia first heard of Su Jie's specifications, they were baffled and almost thought they were manufacturing World War II-era giant train guns.
But such enormous cannonry, in the age of missiles, had no place on the battlefield.
“Today, it's all about you big guns.”
Su Jie shifted his focus, already having dispatched scouting insects to Putuo Airport.
Using the Insect Control Technique, and pushing the limits of his reconnaissance range, he continually received updates about the situation at the airport.
Seeing that Putuo Airport was still oblivious to the impending danger, Su Jie's lips curved into a cold smile, “Xiao Qian, combine technique, train gun form.”
Zzzt!
Hearing Su Jie's command, the thousand-hand centipede joyfully cried out twice.
One after another, pale corpse hands thicker than thighs quickly crawled up, climbing onto the centipede's back.
The densely-packed corpse hands entwined and solidified with each other, and innumerable small centipedes acted as lubricants, defensively growing layers of scales for reinforcement.
One minute later, a thirty-meter-long cannon with an 800-millimeter diameter quietly tilted upwards on the back of the thousand-hand centipede.
The cannon, entirely constructed of corpse hands, centipedes, scales, and various Tianyuan World spiritual materials, revealed pulsating flesh and centipede joints within.
Su Jie hoisted a seven-ton shell, sliding it directly into the barrel.
The corpse hands inside the barrel lightly touched and turned, lodging this heavy shell deep into the cannon.
“Distance 25.8 kilometers, southwest wind, hm, no big issue.”
Su Jie leaped onto the centipede's back, his palms covering the flesh cannon, intense electricity sparking from his palms. The Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder was controlled by Su Jie in terms of power and current, coursing into the barrel.
The current circulated in a powerful magnetic field.
Even Su Jie's hair crackled with purple arcs as he fully immersed himself in precise manipulation, finally shouting, “Xiao Qian, lock onto the target, elevate the muzzle 35 centimeters, ready for a test fire.”
The thousand-hand centipede's body shook violently, its pale corpse hands burrowing deeply into the ground, serving as braces like a gun carriage's spade.
Zzzt–zzz!”
With two short and one long cries, the thousand-hand centipede signaled its readiness.
“Roar, Xiao Qian Train Gun, fire.”
With a push from Su Jie's hand, a powerful electric current erupted, generating a strong magnetic field propulsion.
Boom!
Within the flesh and blood cannon barrel, a gigantic shell weighing several tons rapidly drilled out, flying at hundreds of meters per second towards the Putuo Airport more than twenty kilometers away.
About halfway through its flight, the lower half of the shell was covered with numerous pale corpse hands, resembling the tentacles of a jellyfish.
By this time, these pale corpse hands had reached the limit of the thousand-hand centipede's control range. One by one, the palms of the pale corpse hands slightly cracked open, and faint high-temperature beams burst out continuously, much like a rocket's second-stage boost, allowing the shell, whose force was waning, to keep flying and also to slightly adjust the shell's course for increased precision.
Putuo Airport.
Inside the radar room, a radar soldier, seeing the sudden appearance of a flying object signal, incredulously rubbed his eyes. After triple-checking and confirming that it wasn't a radar error and comparing the size and speed of the flying object on the radar screen, he suddenly shouted, “Enemy attack, cruise missiles incoming, air defense alert.”
The air defense alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire Putuo Airport, waking up many soldiers who were still asleep. They ran out of their barracks in a panic, only to see a horrifying scene they would never forget.
A long, train horn-like wail came from the sky, and a dark shadow flashed by above, landing at the apron on the north side of the airport.
The next second, all the soldiers at the airport felt the ground shaking.
A dust and smoke column more than a hundred meters high rose into the air, and the powerful shockwave, like a rolling tsunami, tossed nearby fighter jets around like toys, directly flipping and tearing them apart, scattering various parts clanging to the ground hundreds of meters away.
The soldiers who were on night shift duty nearby the explosion didn't even have time to hum before their flesh and blood bodies were shattered into mincemeat.
Even those two hundred meters away were thrown several meters by the shock wave, their internal organs displaced, vomiting blood profusely, inhaling more than exhaling, clearly not going to survive.
The explosion's force spread over the area of several football fields, leaving a giant crater in its wake. The explosive force, surpassing that of a conventional warhead cruise missile, dumbfounded every soldier who witnessed it.
“Fuck, what the hell was that, what kind of missile is bombing us?”
“Scramble the fighters, get them the hell airborne for combat.”
“Where exactly did the enemy attack us from? Radar, detect immediately and lock onto the enemy's firing position.”
The airport was in chaos; the soldiers were stunned by the astonishing explosive force.
Su Jie, from afar, watched through reconnaissance insects and nodded in satisfaction at the destructive effect of his shell.
“Hey, it looks like my combo technique wasn't wasted; the effects are pretty good.”
Su Jie then hoisted another shell, loading it into the cannon barrel before patting the head of the thousand-hand centipede.
After a brief aiming period, another shell howled out.
The sound waves and shockwaves near the muzzle were immense, breaking the surrounding trees.
The powerful recoil caused hundreds of the pale corpse hands that burrowed deep underground to break, leaving deep grooves in the ground.
Boom!
The second shell had been aimed at the runways, intending to make the planes unable to take off and become easy targets.
However, this shell went astray, landing in the repair hangar instead, where various equipment and airplane parts were stored. They were destroyed in the violent explosion, leaving a crater large enough to be used as a swimming pool, the shockwave spreading out, turning over a hundred soldiers into airborne figures.
“Xiao Qian, you damn missed!”
Su Jie poked at the forehead of the thousand-hand centipede, speaking irritably.
“Sizzle.”
The thousand-hand centipede made a somewhat aggrieved sound, with a few corpse hands covering their eyes, not daring to look at Su Jie.
“Again, don't miss this time.”
While Putuo Airport was hurriedly fueling and arming fighter jets, Su Jie had already finished reloading on his end.
Since it wasn't a real heavy artillery, Su Jie didn't have to consider heat dissipation and complex feeding. The flesh and blood inside the cannon barrel, once destroyed by the electric current, could be simply replaced with a new batch of pale corpse hands, a process simpler than modular components of modern machinery by thousands of times.
“Third shell, target runway, fire.”
The muzzle elevated, accompanied by the stimulation of the electrical current, the shell was once again pushed out of the barrel, heading straight for the airport twenty-five kilometers away.
After about a minute in the air, the shell fell heavily.
At the airport, high-altitude artillery and air defense missiles tried to intercept, but the doubly boosted shell flew quickly, successfully penetrating the final defense and accurately landing on the airport runway.
“Wait until I take off, wait until I take off, then see how I bomb you to death.”
Koizumi Keiji clenched his teeth tightly. He had already received a message from the tower that the enemy was only dozens of kilometers away, a distance he could reach instantly in his fighter jet.
As one of Japan's most outstanding pilots, Koizumi Keiji had risen to the rank of elite pilot at a young age and was decorated with a Lieutenant Colonel's commission. He was confident he could take care of it, as he was piloting one of the most advanced fighters on the planet, the F-35.
“Runway condition, fighter condition good, taking off immediately.”
The ground marshal waved the flags and shouted, and Koizumi Keiji was ecstatic as he pulled the throttle.
The pre-heated fighter jet accelerated on the runway, ready to glide and take off.
Just then, unexpectedly, the dread-inducing sound of a long train horn was heard, and soon Koizumi Keiji saw a dark shadow descending.
“It's over.”
The thought barely crossed his mind when the explosion erupted like a volcanic eruption, shaking the earth.
The massive shell, weighing several tons, smashed the jets trying to take off into a sprawl of debris.
Koizumi Keiji was right at the center of the explosion, his body instantly reduced to shreds, and the F-35 he was seated in, worth hundreds of millions of dollars, was also torn apart and disintegrated.
Chapter end
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