Changkong Fighter

Chapter 239 Believe me, Tokyo University! You'll love this feeling.

"There is a situation!"

Helicopters searching for clear skies in the area were immediately attracted by the smoke and descended to the location.

High in the sky, several escorting fighter jets were also circling overhead to prevent any remaining Type 2 or Type 1 aircraft from interfering with the rescue efforts.

The propellers churned the air, and the helicopter pilot caught sight of figures on the hospital rooftop through his head-mounted sights, as well as people pouring out of the passageways.

Several helicopters quickly evacuated the area, with Z-20 helicopters responsible for rescue and attack helicopters providing guard duty.

It's not that we didn't want to save people, but the weapons on the armed helicopters were too powerful, and we were afraid of accidentally injuring the pilots.

The Z-20 helicopter rose up from the rooftop, looking quite imposing. Equipped with a 6-barrel 7.62mm Gatling gun and the gunner's uniform matching that of a soldier, if you didn't know it was a helicopter from Dongda University, you'd think the Americans had arrived.

Buzz!
The six-barreled Gatling gun spun, rat-a-tat-tat! Gunfire erupted, and guided by tracer rounds, bullets poured into the surging cyborgs. Human bodies were mercilessly cut and torn apart, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The cyborgs were like water flowing through steel. The bullets pierced through the crowd, penetrating several cyborgs before their kinetic energy was completely dissipated.

Amidst the clanging and clattering sounds, spent cartridge cases continued to fall downwards. Liu Jun slowly put away his spring-loaded parachute knife and watched his comrades' performance.

Under the Gatling gun's powerful firepower, his most direct feeling was that he was being stuffed into a meat grinder and being ground into pieces. Red juices and severed limbs splattered everywhere, efficiently and mercilessly cleaning up the cyborg.

Large amounts of blood flowed onto the ground, then accumulated and eventually flowed down the edge of the rooftop and along the walls, staining the hospital's white walls crimson.

When the last cyborg was torn apart by a 7.62mm steel-core bullet, the scene before him had become a living hell. The pieces of flesh shattered by the bullet were scattered on the ground, emitting a nauseating smell. A large number of unseeing eyes stared blankly at the sky, where the crystals were very conspicuous.

No wonder they say pilots are the least likely to develop psychological problems. They drop their bombs and then evacuate, so of course they don't see this incredibly bloody scene. I glanced at the parachute knife in my hand, then looked back at the red-hot barrel of the Gatling gun. This thing is really useful.

On the ground, Liu Jun never wanted to fight anything, because getting injured and leaving scars would be a real problem.

The Z-20 helicopter hovered above the tarmac, its door opened, and a member of the Jiaolong Commando Team reached out his hand to Liu Jun.

"Comrade Changkong! Are you alright?"

"It's alright, thankfully you arrived in time, otherwise I would have been fighting for my life."

Liu Jun grasped the other person's hand, entered the cabin, sat down, took the water bottle handed to him by his comrade and drank it down in large gulps. His gaze swept over the bloody helipad, where he saw several team members finishing off the cyborgs approaching the helicopter platform, and then collecting some crystals inserted into their brains.

After collecting the necessary equipment, the pilot adjusted the rotor pitch, and the Z-20 left the tarmac, heading towards higher altitudes.

The Z-20 helicopter had barely climbed 100 meters when some cyborgs with crystals in their hands rushed out of the stairwell, raising their crystals as if to fire. The next second, the accompanying armed helicopters unleashed all their rockets onto the rooftop. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The rockets inside the rocket nest brought a wave of Tokyo University's traditional project to the rooftop: rocket bombardment.

The fragile human body is torn apart by the chemical energy of the explosion. Shrapnel can easily sever any part of the body, and the kinetic energy carried by steel balls can penetrate the body and burst into blood. When the flames of the explosion disappear, only large patches of steaming, mangled flesh remain on the rooftop.

After two Z-20 attack helicopters fired air-to-air rockets, they continued to escort the helicopters. However, after flying about 1 kilometer, a cruise missile with its wings spread and flying at subsonic speed crossed the formation of helicopters. In the instant they crossed, Liu Jun clearly saw the type of the cruise missile: Changjian-10.

The missile flew towards the hospital, and with terrain-matching navigation, it plunged into the hospital and hit it precisely.

The moment they entered the hospital building, the delayed fuse activated, and the warhead, with an unknown yield of tons, exploded with a deafening roar, causing the building to shake violently from the impact of the blast.

A thick cloud of smoke billowed into the air, and countless cracks appeared in the sturdy walls, spreading rapidly like a spider web. The entire building collapsed like a toppled block, large chunks of the walls crumbling away with a dull thud. The building collapsed with a deafening roar, and broken beams and pillars fell like raindrops, crashing to the ground and raising clouds of dust.

Just like the beginning, one Longsword-10 missile after another carried out precise strikes on buildings in the city, and one building after another collapsed under the precision strikes.

"Commander, the location of the alien terraforming factory has been surgically destroyed by our forces and damage assessment is underway."

The satellite marked the locations attacked by the Changjian-10 cruise missile. As for why the Changjian-10 was used instead of the Changjian-100, there was no need. Extraterrestrial civilizations no longer have the ability to intercept them, and using cheaper, older munitions is more cost-effective.

However, the "surgical" impact that the University of Tokyo once envied felt incredibly refreshing when it was actually used on Japanese soil. This was something only Americans could previously do—but it was nothing special.
Almost all the buildings attacked by cruise missiles were areas with high population density, and also the places where cyborgs emerged. Destroying these "arsenals" is the only way to prevent alien civilizations from continuing to use the Japanese population to produce cyborgs.

The old commander looked at the Ryukyu battlefield, where the situation was gradually under control and the advantage was turning into a victory. Although the battle was won, the real trouble was yet to come for the University of Tokyo.

They only solved the surface problems. Who knows if any troublesome things have been mixed in with the numerous drop pods deployed by the alien civilization? The only good news is that the drop pods were located in Japan, which reduced the cost of managing them.

How do these crystals control the human body?

"I don't know, teacher. It should be similar to some kind of implanted brain-computer interface, but it's more brutal and doesn't consider whether the user retains self-awareness."

The brain-computer interface at the University of Tokyo was designed for patients, while the brain-computer interface from the alien civilization was intended solely for dismemberment.

The locations of the suspected human modification factories that have been identified have all been destroyed, but the hidden factories have not yet been found. If alien civilizations were to use these factories to continuously modify humans, it would be a very demanding and time-consuming matter.

At the same time, it also means that other areas really can't be ignored. Just thinking about this made the old leader's head buzz.

(End of this chapter)