bestfiction Chapter 362 Artillery Barrage!
Chapter 362 Artillery Barrage!
"Yuemin, over here!"
Zhang Haiyang's roar came from the edge of the woods not far ahead. He and his squad members, including Man Tun and Ning Wei, had taken up positions behind a small earthen embankment, desperately suppressing the pursuers with firepower to buy time for Zhong Yuemin and his men.
Zhong Yuemin and Qin Guanshan scrambled through the last few dozen meters before crashing heavily into the bunker behind the earthen embankment.
Man Tun immediately opened fire with his machine gun at the pursuing troops, temporarily suppressing the enemy's charge.
"Damn it, I'm going to be stuffed like a dumpling!"
Zhang Haiyang shouted as he changed magazines. His injured arm, which was in a sling, made his movements a little distorted, but his eyes were unusually fierce.
Ning Wei remained calm, using precise bursts of fire to take down two enemy soldiers attempting to flank him, and whispered:
"There are too many people, we can't leave."
The squad members had just been hiding in the wounded soldiers' tents at the enemy command post, and they knew best how many defeated enemy troops were gathered at Eagle's Beak Rock—at least three or four thousand.
All around them, a dense mass of low-ranking soldiers poured out of the tent area and various defensive positions, like a flood bursting its banks, roaring as they charged towards their small earthen mound position.
The flashlight beams, the streaks of bullets, and the flickering light illuminated the area. As the encirclement tightened and the hail of bullets intensified, there was no way to raise one's head and retaliate.
Zhong Yuemin crouched behind the earthen embankment, his AK-47 spitting fire incessantly. He glanced at his watch, his face showing not despair, but rather a near-mad determination. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Hang in there, time's almost up, almost up!"
The squad members all understood what he meant, and Zhang Haiyang, now even more energized, opened fire with his machine gun while roaring.
"Little Yue monkey, if you're not afraid of death, hurry up and get on top of me. Let your Grandpa Zhang give you a few bullets to eat. Come on, get on top of me, hahaha..."
He's completely gone insane!
Before the laughter subsided—
"Hiss...whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
A completely different, terrifying howl that sent chills down their spines suddenly came from the distant sky behind them. The sound was sharp and muffled, with an aura of destruction, and it grew louder as it approached, instantly drowning out all the gunfire and shouts on the battlefield!
Many of the enemy soldiers who were charging frantically immediately showed expressions of extreme terror. They were all too familiar with that terrifying howl. Instinctively, they looked up at the sky, and their charge came to a complete halt.
Zhong Yuemin suddenly tackled Zhang Haiyang, who was still firing wildly, to the ground, and roared with all his might:
"Artillery fire! Everyone lie down!!!"
next second...
"boom!!!!!!!!!"
The earth is shaking!
The whole world seemed to be torn apart and melted at that moment!
The first shell, carrying immense kinetic energy, struck precisely the core area of the enemy command post at Eagle's Beak Rock. A massive fireball shot into the air, instantly engulfing several tents and the enemy soldiers inside!
Then came the second shot, the third shot... the tenth shot, the hundredth shot!
Countless shells rained down from the sky like hailstones, and the entire Hill 142, especially the Eagle Beak Rock area, was instantly covered by an endless sea of fire and continuous, violent explosions!
The shockwave was like an invisible giant hammer, sweeping everything away, uprooting trees, tearing tents to shreds, and throwing people into the air!
The enemy soldiers who had been charging in dense formation just moments before were now easily torn to shreds and vaporized like paper in the storm of shells and flames.
The screams were completely drowned out by the deafening explosion.
Zhong Yuemin, Man Tun, and other members of the small team lay prone in the earthen embankment, their hands covering their heads and their mouths wide open to reduce the pressure on their eardrums.
They could feel the ground beneath them trembling violently, scorching air currents carrying rubble and dirt whistling overhead, and the air thick with the stench of gunpowder and death.
The artillery barrage arrived precisely on time!
They lay on the edge of death, surrounded by a raging inferno that had devoured countless enemy soldiers.