The t-80 tank is the third-generation main battle tank designed by Mao Xiong in the 1970s, and is basically used to equip its domestic elite armored troops. Its design unit is the Molozov Design Bureau located in Ermao's home.

In the early 1990s, the performance of the t-80 was still OK. Defense, maneuvering, and firepower had not been too far away by the new generation of Western equipment.

Compared with the 59 modifications and immature second-generation products of the Zhonghua Family, its advantages are quite great.

At the entrance of the underground "Romanov" area, a T-80 was blocked in the middle of the passage, and the muzzle pointed directly in front. Marcos and others hurried dozens of meters away, and were shot by the parallel machine gun on the right side of the muzzle so that they could not lift their heads.

But now the turret hatch was opened, and an AK-74 came in. The tank leader had to order the muzzle to turn.

Zhou Qingfeng followed the situation and operated the anti-aircraft machine gun on the commander's command tower, and blasted the defensive rebels around him to howl.

An ordinary car weighs only one or two tons, and the huge T-80 body is more than forty tons. This steel monster is by no means a gentle and good baby. Even its tracks can crush the cement road surface when it moves forward, leaving a bite-like mark.

The 125mm caliber tank gun is currently considered to be extremely powerful. It can penetrate four or five hundred millimeters thick average steel plates using shell-piercing shells.

According to Sofia's detection, the steel iron gate that closed the "Romanov" nuclear bomb assembly workshop was not as abnormal as half a meter thick.

The tank reversed, turned, and the muzzle was stable. A loaded armor-piercing projectile was sent into the barrel by an automatic loader. After the loading was completed, the gunman in the tank looked at the commander miserably and asked, "Do we really want to blow open that door?"

The commander knew very well what he was guarding. Perhaps this was the fate of a country, and it was in the hands of a small person. If the commander was willing to give up his life, Zhou Qingfeng really had no choice but to do anything to him.

A truly staunch and fearless person is useless, no charming arcane or "cursing coins". His willpower is enough to resist any external influence.

Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng didn't meet such a person.

The captain wearing a tank hat nodded miserably and convinced himself: "Your Excellency is outside, let's follow the orders. After all, most people choose to give up."

The gunner had no choice but to press the launch button.

The turret was blown and the air waves gusts gusts.

The crew members in the turret were safe and sound. Zhou Qingfeng stood outside the turret but was tinnitus and dazzled by the sound of cannons, and his body was unbalanced. If he hadn't grabbed the machine gun on the turret, he would have to be thrown out.

The defensive rebels were already smoky by the "Stinky Cloud Technique", and their heads were even more dizzy and their morale was greatly reduced. At this moment, they were even more horrified when they heard the roar of cannons.

The flames disappeared and the smoke dissipated.

There is an extra hole pierced through the iron door of the nuclear bomb assembly workshop. However, the steel iron door is still generally complete and does not have 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 were found in the steel iron door. The door frame structure was damaged and loose. After more than a dozen shots, they used a high-explosive grenade to hit it.

The high-explosive bomb was filled with several kilograms of explosives, and the explosion in the closed environment was particularly powerful. After the blast, even Zhou Qingfeng's ears were buzzing, and his chest and abdomen were uncomfortable.

Other rebel soldiers had long fled far away, otherwise they would either faint or be shocked.

After using a few grenades, the steel iron door finally couldn't stand the damage and fell down with a bang.

Zhou Qingfeng ordered the t-80 to open. The tracks scrambled over the debris all over the ground, pressed on the twisted iron door, and entered the nuclear bomb assembly workshop.

The workshop was only a few hundred square meters, and the armor-piercing bullets that penetrated the iron door shattered the inside. The fragments of the bullet body blew up the death whirlwind, smashing the ground, walls and ceiling into potholes.

Several corpses fell down on the ground, all of which were broken. A row of instruments used for nuclear bomb inspections were bombed into scrap iron. The power supply was short-circuited and sparks appeared in the thick smoke from time to time.

The rebel officers and soldiers responsible for assembling nuclear warheads were already scared. They didn't know what was going on outside, but they knew what they were doing was "a big deal to do the world".

No one would like to have an extra nuclear country in this world. As long as you can, the big gangsters will definitely join forces to strangle them to death in the cradle.

For example, a black mahatma, a godlike figure, was widely sought after by the world. He has been in prison for more than 20 years and has been self-taught and mastered national management skills.

It really has the style of "Wakanda".

"Okay, you can leave." Zhou Qingfeng smashed the turret with an ak-74. The members of the crew immediately rushed out like a rabbit and ran away desperately.

There were still some living rebels in the assembly workshop hiding in the corner. Zhou Qingfeng rushed over with his gun, and they stood up and surrendered.

It’s not okay not to surrender!

Those who can assemble nuclear bombs are senior sergeants and technical officers, who are not good at face-to-face fighting and killing.

In the smoke of gunpowder, our side suffered heavy casualties, the closed door was blown away, and a tank came in outside. People would feel that the situation was hopeless, and it would be futile to resist any more.

A major stood up from behind the broken workshop wall and shouted to Zhou Qingfeng: "Don't shoot, we have no weapons. We surrender."

The Maoists knew about Mao’s family affairs. They knew very well what their big-headed soldiers would do if they were red-eyed. Now they just hope that the battle outside was not very tragic.

Otherwise, no matter what talent is not talented, the big-headed soldiers will shoot down if they don’t like it.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward with a gun and shouted, "Where is the nuclear warhead?"

"Behind me." The major moved away. There were more than a dozen soldiers and officers who were also holding hands behind him. "There were a total of twenty-seven tactical nuclear warheads, all of which were there."

The assembly workshop is divided into several operating areas, and behind the major are more than twenty huge metal boxes. These are special loading boxes for nuclear warheads, which 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 'Scarab-b' bullet to complete the final combination.

"Where is the nuclear charge that is under verification?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The concept of nuclear charge is a bit special. It can be understood as explosives made from nuclear materials. It is the core component of the nuclear warhead, and it is what the nuclear bomb detonates.

The United States and the Soviet Union restrict nuclear weapons, and the target of verification is nuclear charge. Otherwise, just looking at a nuclear warhead, do you know if it is empty?

The major made his way out again, and several black nuclear charges protected by shielded shells were placed on the horizontal operating table. Before assembly, the technical officer had to conduct an inspection procedure on the nuclear charge.

Seeing the nuclear charge, Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. The muzzle in his hand shot a round towards the ceiling, "You are very lucky and can get out."

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The seven little fairies have searched the assembly workshop of hundreds of square meters to ensure that no outsiders appear. Another stinky cloud technique has been released outside the workshop, and it is also to ensure that no one comes in to make trouble.

The portable alchemy workshop was opened in the assembly operation area, and the spirit slaves launched a large platform, and the magician Alsey was lying quietly on the platform.

Black Cat Meow Miaomiao has been staying in the workshop. After coming out, she ran around in the operation area and was ordered to go outside as a lurking sentry.

Zhou Qingfeng picked up a nuclear charge from the operating table and asked Sofia: "There are several kilograms of highly enriched uranium 235 here, which is far beyond our expectations. There are more than 20 nuclear warheads.

Now..., what should we do?"
Chapter completed!