Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1063 - 970: The Blankness at the Moment of Destructi

Lumar's brigade command center, along with his core command staff, communication networks, decision-making capabilities, and critical dical logistics nodes, were completely wiped out from both the physical and informational levels within a re two seconds!

It turned into a burning, twisted, steel graveyard exuding the stench of charred at and molten iron! The flas of destruction in this dark night beca the final epitaph of the forr highest commander of the Sena Governnt Army!

"Wula! Hit! Repeat! Target destroyed!"

Alexander's crazed howl echoed within the violently shaking cockpit of the MiG-23, the imnse blast wave and the flas of destruction below illuminating heaven and earth, felt scorching and fierce even through the cockpit canopy.

The thrill of revenge coursed through his body like high-voltage electricity.

He saw it! The flas of destruction lighting up the night sky, the scene symbolizing the enemy's head being severed!

He did it!

Without any hesitation, survival instincts and training mories took over in an instant.

He sharply pulled back the stick and simultaneously pushed the left rudder to the max! The MiG-23 carved out a breathtaking, tight-radius turn low in the sky, the massive G-forces slamd him into the ejector seat like a giant rock weighing several tis his body weight! His vision montarily blacked out, gray appearing at the edges of his sight, blood being forcibly drawn down to his lower limbs by the centrifugal force.

He gritted his teeth, holding on through sheer physical prowess and the high of post-revenge adrenaline.

Escape imdiately!

This airspace, illuminated by the firelight, had beco a boiling avenger's hell and a trap of furious anti-aircraft fire.

Just as he completed his turn, with the nose pointing into the relatively safe darkness of the southwest, preparing to engage afterburners for full ascent and escape from the death-lit airspace—

Whoosh—!

A deadly, gray-white-trailed shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile suddenly shot up from behind a truck's wreckage, burning brightly in the explosion light of the command vehicle below, like a bloodthirsty poison snake.

It's a shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile!

The shrill, piercing radar lock warning (Missile Launch Warning - MLW) instantly filled Alexander's ears.

The chill of death froze his boiling blood and frenzied nerves like the icy wind of Siberia!

"No—!!"

He let out an unwilling roar.

Muscle mory ford from training and countless simulations drove him: left hand slamd the throttle to afterburner position, right hand fiercely slapped the flare release button!

Simultaneously, his body instinctively threw back, legs braced hard on the pedals, bracing for the impending impact!

At the rear of the MiG-23, a blinding orange-red fla exploded, dozens or hundreds of blazing hot flares shot rearward like festival death fireworks, spread fan-like by compressed gas!

Instantly forming a brief but bright high-heat interference cloud behind the tail of the aircraft!

Boom—!!!

The infrared seeker head of the shoulder-fired missile was temporarily blinded by the dense flares at the last mont, but it was damn too close.

It was decoyed into exploding just a few ters away from the MiG-23's exhaust.

An intense storm of preford fragnts swept past at supersonic speed like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The aircraft shuddered violently!

Like being smashed by an invisible giant hamr! The sharp, tallic rending and twisting groans audibly filtered into the cockpit!

On the dashboard, the right engine warning light burst into a blinding scarlet glow.

Followed by the shrill howl of failure alarms.

The hydraulic system pressure gauge was plunging downwards like a diver, quickly hitting zero!

The pungent stench of burning tal mixed with aviation fuel instantly filled the cramped cockpit!

The roar of the right engine abruptly ceased, replaced by the shrieking of wind and tal grinding sounds.

"'Razor' hit! Right engine down! Hydraulics are gone! Repeat, right engine down! Hydraulics failure! Attempting ergency landing! Attempting ergency landing!"

Alexander roared with all his might, his voice distorted and altered by imnse G-forces, the aircraft's uncontrollable shaking, and extre tension.

He clung tightly to the unusually heavy control stick.

The stick was unbearably heavy.

Without hydraulics, it was deadly heavy…

He exerted all his strength to fight the uncontrollable pitch and yaw.

The MiG-23, like an iron bird blasted by a shotgun and with broken wings, trailed thick black smoke and leaking fuel, drawing a conspicuous trail in the night sky, shaking violently, bumping as it struggled towards the southwest of the battlefield…

At the governnt army command post on the main battlefield of the rift,

After a brief burst of static and background noise over the communication channel, Alexander's broken, noise-filled, breathless, and alarm-ridden report ca through: "Hit! Repeat! Target destroyed!"

"'Razor' has been bit by a ground missile! Right engine is down! Hydraulics are down! Attempting ergency landing!"

Instantly, the command post fell into dead silence…

The air seed to freeze.

Song Heping remained like an iron statue, standing before the chaotic command console.

His bloodshot eyes were locked onto the main screen, which had turned into a blank snowstorm—the proof of "Heavenly Eye" satellite's disconnection.

However, the urgent calls from the forward observation posts and the return streams of wobbling yet shocking drone footage scraps kept streaming in.

The two massive, rolling, mushroom-shaped fire pillars tinged with flas and thick smoke, rising in Lumar's depth, could be seen clearly even in the pitch-black night, serving as the most undeniable and spectacular declaration of victory.

And the edge of the last fra captured by the satellite before losing connection showed that Lumar's forward armored group was already starting to display signs of chaos, stalling, and frenzied scattering.

The beheading effect of the command center was spreading like a plague in the night!

The final mont had arrived!

Seizing the opportunity was seizing victory!

There was no ti for sorrow!

He suddenly snatched up the transceiver for the general communication channel, his voice trembling slightly with excitent:

"Attention all units! This is Forward Command! Lumar is dead! Their command center has been completely wiped out! Victory is at hand!"

He paused, letting this shocking news explode in the hearts of every soldier fighting for blood, tearing through the darkness of the battlefield with the declaration of victory! Then his voice suddenly leapt higher, turning into a raging storm of vengeful slaughter sweeping across the battlefield:

"All units! Follow my command! Full-scale counterattack! Crush them! Avenge our fallen brothers! Leave none alive—kill!!!"

"Destroy them! For our fallen brothers—charge!!!"

"Slaughter Lumar's dogs—charge!!!"

The communication channel was instantly drowned in wild roars in various languages!

The sound rged into an invisible flood of destruction, sufficient to crush any resistance, sweeping across the entire rift battlefield.

On the forward lines, those exhausted, blood-covered, heavily scarred governnt soldiers and rcenaries, surviving in cold and fear, felt like they had been injected with the most violent stimulant.

The soldiers, already seeing red, let loose bestial howls, leaping out from trenches, from scorched craters, from behind smoking armored vehicle wrecks!

With the fury and death-laden black flood, bursting over the banks, using the cover of night, they launched the final, assaultive counter-charge towards the disordered, panic-stricken Lumar armored group, illuminated by the explosion's light and now firing aimlessly or staggering about like headless flies!