Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1552 1259: The "Unskilled" Artillerymen

Boom!!

Just as Sanders, the veteran, noticed the strange trajectory of the artillery shell being different from before, a deep explosion even louder than the ones outside suddenly erupted right in the center of the courtyard inside the checkpoint!

The scorching heat wave and shockwave instantly flattened the temporary sandbag bunkers in the yard!

The three pickup trucks belonging to Thunder Defense, equipped with makeshift armor and weapon stations, and a Humr for mobile support, mounted with an M2HB heavy machine gun, were torn into twisted scrap tal in the explosion!

Pieces of the blazing vehicles hit the walls of the main building like shrapnel, creating frighteningly loud crashing sounds!

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! What's going on?! The shell fell into the courtyard! Right on top of us!"

Rex's excitent froze instantly, turning into a furious roar of shock and anger, and he almost jumped up from behind the wall.

All the rcenaries inside the building, having narrowly escaped the shelling, were terrified by the close-range explosion, and cold sweat soaked through their combat uniforms.

"Communicate! For fuck's sake, communicate imdiately! Ask what's going on over at Hulmatu! Is the coordinate wrong?! Or are they blind?!"

Sanders roared at the communications operator crouched beside the communication equipnt, a sense of foreboding now turned into cold reality, tightening around his throat; he needed to figure out what was happening imdiately.

That was a 122mm howitzer shell!

If just one strayed into the main building…

Heh.

The entire thing could be blown to heaven.

Whizz—

Whine—!

BOOM!!!

Almost as if responding to his roar, another shell outside descended with a deadly whistle!

This ti it landed near the west wall, close to the small building area where they stored spare ammunition boxes and so engineering materials.

Though it didn't directly ignite the stacked ammunition, the violent shockwave sent sandbags, toolboxes, and so weapon parts flying everywhere, and sparks ignited so flammable materials, raising thick black smoke!

"They… they replied saying…"

The communications operator clung to the crackling radio, his face pale as paper, his voice trembling almost uncontrollably:

"…possibly the militia operator…undertrained…inexperienced…poor aim…certain 'errors'…they are 'trying' to correct…"

"Error my ass!!!"

Sanders could no longer hold back, cursing out loud, the veins on his forehead popping.

But he forcefully swallowed the nastier curses because he horrifyingly realized that though the artillery coverage outside showed "errors," its main focus still poured furiously upon the enemy, effectively restraining the attacking waves.

Incredibly, not a single shell landed on the most important building—the rooftop of the main building, or crashed into the walls.

Pre-designated fire.

The term flashed through his mind.

No doubt about it!

It must be!

FUCK!

He cursed wildly in his heart!

This checkpoint was set up by the militias, so, according to common sense, the artillery deployed in Hulmatu would record these coordinates in detail and calculate the firing data into the preset paraters controlled by the artillery battalion under Song Heping.

As soon as the checkpoint cos under attack by the 1515 Ard, the artillery can quickly set the data and rapid-fire to block the attack of the 1515 extremists.

Thus, they have the coordinates and positions down pat!

Also the reason why they crazily shower the area with continuous barrages but can control the shells not to hit the main building!

FUCK!

Sneaky yellow-skinned monkeys!

Though Sanders was furious at this mont, he couldn't, and dared not request to stop this lifesaving shelling!

If it stops, they'd die even quicker!

All he could do now was bite down and endure!

"All personnel! Stay away from all windows! Find the strongest cover! Duck down against the shelling! Without my orders, no one is to show their face! Repeat, shell protection! Continue with shell protection!"

He bellowed again hoarsely, his voice carrying a tremble even he hadn't noticed.

The shelling continued in a way that seed random, yet carried a certain eerie rhythm.

Boom!

Another shell landed less than ten ters beside the main building, the explosion shaking a window fra that was already teetering to the point of flying off entirely, the shattered wood pieces shooting indoors like bullets, causing a few muffled cries of pain.

Boom!

Another one hit the guard post built with sandbags and steel plates at the checkpoint entrance, sending possibly the last bit of leftover resources inside flying to the sky.

Boom!

This one hit dead center on the last escape tool Sanders reserved in the yard—the best-modified military off-road vehicle!

A huge fireball rose, the off-road vehicle instantly disintegrating, its burning tires and parts flying everywhere.

Sanders curled up behind the biggest concrete support pillar, every explosion tremor traveling through the wall felt like it directly pounded on his heart.

He stared hard at the fireballs continuously rising outside the window and those scattered, flying vehicle parts and equipnt fragnts belonging to Thunder Defense in the flas.

A terrifying, clear pattern quickly ford in his mind—

These shells that fell into the yard, not a single one directly hit the structurally strongest main building they defended!

Their targets seed very "coincidentally," "precisely" focused on all the vehicles, fuel drums, supply corners, and various weapon facilities belonging to Thunder Defense parked in the yard!

One vehicle, two vehicles, three vehicles...

All wheel-based vehicles, whether ard pickups or off-roaders, none spared, all obliterated by "error" shells!

Supply corners with spare ammo and food flipped by the shockwave, ignited!

The small generator providing them with nightti lighting and communication power was also turned into a spark-shooting sieve by flying shrapnel, completely destroyed…

Song Heping!

Sanders suddenly felt thoroughly fooled, a chill rushing up his spine from the tailbone all the way to the top of his head!

Almost causing him to lose control and tremble!

This guy isn't genuinely here to rescue!

He's taking advantage of the situation to kill!

No, he's using "artillery" to demolish!

Skillfully using the legitimate reason of "artillery support" to destroy almost all their mobility, equipnt reserves, and logistical supplies deployed here in a legal and compliant manner!

Using this extrely sinister tactic, honing Thunder Defense's ability to deliver actual force projection and sustained combat capability in the region, retaliating for previously driving the Liberation Forces' militias out of the checkpoint, and ensuring that even if Sanders and his n survive, they'll lose the capital to continue standing here!

Moreover, this bastard calculated Sanders' current predicant—

He dare not call for a halt!

Because if he stops this dangerous yet truly enemy-killing shelling, the surviving 1515 Ard extremists outside will imdiately sll blood like sharks, pounce to tear apart those who've lost most of their vehicles and depleted their ammo completely!

Open plot!

This is a blatant open plot!