Jiang Chen swore that it was the most spectacular firework he had ever seen.
If he didn't count the time in virtual reality.
The billowing smoke suddenly obscured the launch vehicle.
The fire arrows whistled through the air, shooting into the distance like a sky full of arrows. In just twenty seconds, three hundred and twenty rockets had been fired. Jiang Chen couldn't help but exclaim as he gazed at the smoke in the distance.
"Too bad I can't see the explosion."
Cheng Weiguo silently handed the tablet back to Jiang Chen. He had already set up the combat command.
"Oh, also this." Jiang Chen smiled, took the tablet from Cheng Weiguo, and looked at the battlefield.
…
Beside the broken bridge.
The mutated humans hiding behind cover held onto machine guns as they prepared to face the NAC soldiers on the other side of the river. Yesterday, NAC tried to build a bridge three times, but they were suppressed by the artillery, machine guns, and recoilless cannons.
The mortars and electromagnetic cannons caused them a lot of trouble, but it was nothing. All the mutated humans had no doubt that as long as they persisted, the stupid humans would be the first to give up!
"They can't hold on any longer! We have more ammunition, we're stronger! When winter comes, it will be their time to die! "
Standing behind the formation, the mutated human captain wearing a Death Claw leather uniform waved the machine gun in his hand and roared at his comrades in the battle position to boost their morale.
In the society of mutated humans, clothing often symbolized power and status. Only the warriors who defeated the Death Claw alone were qualified to wear its skin as a battle uniform.
"What is that!"
But then, a mutated human crouching behind an anti-tank cannon roared in a rough voice as he pointed at the black dot in the sky.
"Maybe it's their little toy, don't panic. We have anti-air machine guns and EMP. "
The mutated human captain rudely muttered as he ripped off the binoculars in front of his chest.
The toys he referred to were naturally NAC's Hummingbird drones. When they discovered that an EMP rifle grenade would cause the drones to fall to the ground like flies being electrocuted, no one was afraid of these gadgets anymore. When they encountered a drone, they would detonate the EMP grenade. Although the EMP would also disable the red dot sight on their guns, no one cared.
The Mutants did not need to aim. They only needed to unleash their firepower!
His ugly eyebrows scrunched together. The Thousand-man Commander adjusted his focus and looked at the black dot on the horizon.
Clang.
The binoculars in his hand fell to the ground. Just as the mutated humans around him looked at him in confusion, his ugly face gradually twisted.
"Get down!"
Roaring, under the confused gazes of the mutated humans, he pounced towards the foxhole on the side.
However, this was meaningless …
Boom boom boom ~!
The rockets that covered the sky and covered the earth rained down death. The mutated humans that were entrenched in the trenches and bunkers watched this hellish scene in horror, as well as their comrades' and their own bodies that were sent flying.
The flames of the explosion covered every inch of the soil. It ran over the mutated humans' camp like a plow, leaving behind a pile of broken weapons and burnt limbs. The rockets detonated the ammo boxes in the trenches and foxholes, causing a second explosion. The trenches were a mess of blood and flesh.
The first round of destruction was over!
But the mutated humans' nightmare was not over yet.
The turbine engine ignited as the power armors crossed the river first. The engineers ran forward and placed a floating bridge for the tanks to cross. Soldiers in kinetic skeletons followed closely behind as well as tanks with roaring engines.
With steel plates hanging in front of their chests, thousands of mutated humans with machine guns stood up from a position further away and crazily rushed to the river. They fired as they advanced in an attempt to regain control of the river. Some of the mutated humans even fired with mortars, some even ran with self-destructing nuclear bombs.
There were also lead mutated humans with power hammers in their hands. Unless it was the Type-50 electromagnetic pulse cannon, their armor and recovery ability were almost invincible. They ignored the hail of bullets and roared as they rushed to the NAC's position.
But before they made it halfway, they discovered in horror that the rockets in the distance were approaching again …
…
The thick smoke in the distance dotted the wasteland full of ruins like the tip of a pen drawing the rugged curves.
The rockets continued to rise and then fall, raining death on the mutated humans in the distance.
The flying shrapnel couldn't penetrate the armor of the lead mutated humans, but it shattered their internal organs and brains. Even if the mutated humans had terrifying recovery ability, they couldn't escape the fact that they were living creatures.
Against the NAC's artillery, the mutated humans were much more cautious. They curled up in their foxholes and spread out their densely packed positions in an attempt to use a loose formation to respond to the NAC's bombardment. There were only two reasons that drove them to persist.
They didn't have much ammunition left!
This was just their final madness!
But reality proved that it was only wishful thinking.
Jiang Chen had a lot of rockets on his side, more than they could imagine.
Against the mutated humans' loose formation, Jiang Chen also changed the "Stalin Organ" music. Maintaining the output rate of 40 rounds per minute, the eight BM-21 rocket launchers opened fire one after another, covering the mutated humans' position from a wide angle. At the same time, the First Division also stopped their attack under Jiang Chen's order and stopped to enjoy the symphony of explosions.
The screen of the tablet flickered with fire. The continuous bombardment caused a large number of dilapidated buildings to collapse and buried the mutated humans curled up inside. While landmarks such as the Jia Sports Center remained standing, they looked like they were in danger from the outside.
After an hour of continuous bombardment, the entire Jia city center was in shambles as if it was run over by a bulldozer.
Jiang Chen was a bit tired from the shaking screen, so he stuffed the tablet back into Cheng Weiguo's hands.
Cheng Weiguo stared at the flames on the screen as he was shocked.
To be honest, he didn't expect the old weapon to be able to explode with such terrifying power.
"This is shocking." Ten minutes later, Cheng Weiguo put down the tablet in his hand in awe.
"How many have been launched?" Jiang Chen asked nonchalantly.
Cheng Weiguo glanced at the pile of empty wooden crates and made a rough estimate. "About five thousand."
[Only five thousand? There's still fifteen thousand left.]
Jiang Chen smacked his lips as he narrowed his eyes to look at the smoke fourteen kilometers away.
[Wait, five thousand?]
[One rocket is 2000 USD, and thirty rockets would be sixty thousand USD, almost equivalent to a BMW.]
[Five thousand rockets have been launched.]
Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel his heart ache.
Although he didn't lack money, seeing 166 BMWs flying in the sky still made his heart ache.
…
Inside the Jia Sports Center.
Bo Yu sat in the chair with a dark expression. The constant explosions in his ears made him extremely annoyed.
Troy, the leader of the mutated humans, sat across from him. His expression was just as dark as his.
"What do we do now?"
The Dusk Church helped them blow up the bridge and provided them with a large amount of firearms as well as the information that "Wanghai City is experiencing a mutant flood, these people won't last long."
But the last piece of information was obviously a false report.
He didn't know if there was a mutant flood in Wanghai City, but the humans in front of him didn't look like they would be able to last long.
"I said we should strategically retreat to the west. These people aren't easy to deal with. And the merchants in Hang City are easier to bully, "Bo Yu closed his eyes and said softly.
"The mutated humans won't retreat. We won't compromise with the inferior humans. We will tear them apart, then stuff them into meat grinders and make them into incense. " Sausage. "Troy grinned cruelly.
[Is that so? The person sitting in front of you and helping you for so long is me, a human?] [Do you really think you're something just because you have a head?]
Bo Yu mocked in his mind, but he didn't say anything.
Because he knew it wasn't the time for internal conflict. Especially a few hours ago, his judgment was leaning towards the mutated humans winning, or else he wouldn't be sitting here.
The NAC soldiers stared at them fiercely as the explosions continued. Retreat wasn't an option. Leaving the bunker meant death, and even without rockets, two legs couldn't outrun tanks. If they gave up the bunker, what awaited the mutated humans and the Dusk Church was a massacre.
Was he at the end of his rope?
It wasn't the first time he experienced this.
When he was wiped out by the Military Police of the Northern Alliance Area, he also fell into a similar situation.
But the only difference was that he still had a chance of survival.
Bo Yu looked at the ring on his hand.
The blood crystal reflected a mesmerizing and dangerous light under the light.
"When are you going to send your people?" Troy said rudely.
His people continued to die, but his allies didn't move at all.
Bo Yu looked at the face reflected in the blood crystal mirror as he said softly.
"No rush, soon."
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