The shells seed to have eyes, landing precisely one after another beside the pickup truck.
In an instant, the pickup truck turned into a smoking pile of scrap tal amidst the explosion.
People?
They didn't even have the chance to scream, blown apart on the spot.
Another group of about twenty or thirty 1515 Ard mbers had just regrouped in a low-lying area and, under the call of a small leader, were preparing to launch a new round of assault.
They hadn't even had ti to spread out their formation when a deadly whistle ca from the sky.
Whew—
Whew whew—!
At least four mortar shells landed, directly covering this low-lying area.
The dense sound of explosions was almost continuous, as fire and smoke instantly enveloped this group of people.
The shrapnel swept through at 360 degrees with no dead angle.
In a flash, severed limbs mixed with blood and viscera splattered everywhere, screams completely drowned out by the deafening explosion.
After the explosion, that low-lying area looked as if it had been washed with blood, dark red liquid soaking into the sand, leaving only a few broken bodies still twitching.
The flanks were attacked, the 1515 Ard mbers were utterly stunned!
They were used to shouting "Allahu Akbar," relying on a frenetic montum and absolute nurical superiority, overwhelming opponents' defenses like a tide.
They were used to their opponents lacking precise firepower, only able to rely on heavy machine guns and limited mortars for obstructive shooting.
But now, the attack from the flank was not only fierce but outrageously precise!
The shells were like taking roll call, targeting the crowds, firepower points, and areas where people who looked like leaders stood!
"Where are those devils?!"
"Where did the shells co from?!"
"Run! Run fast!"
Chaos spread like a plague in the 1515 attack squad.
So tried to hide behind rocks, but from the drone's perspective, any gathering had nowhere to hide.
So frantically raised their rifles and blindly fired into the sky, until their magazines were empty; other than wasting bullets and attracting more attention, it was useless.
Worse, so began to turn and run back, crashing into their comrades just to get farther from the deadly artillery fire.
"Fire support, move up! Assault group, advance! Crush them!"
Song Heping seized the mont and issued the order again.
The rcenary convoy, having waited impatiently, charged out from behind the heights like a pack of wolves slling blood, engines roaring ferociously!
The 12.7mm heavy machine guns and the modified flat-firing 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine guns on the tops of the lead armored vehicles opened fire first!
The visible tracer bullet chains whipped fiercely at the confused and scattered 1515 mbers like searing long whips.
Hit by bullets of this caliber, the human body would be shattered in an instant!
The vehicles pressed on in the assault, and the well-trained rcenaries used the vehicle-mounted covers to fire precise shots with the automatic rifles in their hands.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sharp and rhythmic gunfire usually accompanied targets in the distance falling one after another.
Their tactical actions were so skilled it was as if they were second nature, dismounting, finding cover, providing crossfire support, advancing...
The whole process was smooth as silk, efficient and deadly.
The ticulously constructed encirclent on the west side by the 1515 was torn open like paper by this storm of steel and fire, creating an enormous gap.
Once aggressive attackers instantly beca prey caught in internal and external assaults, their morale collapsed completely, and their organized resistance rapidly disintegrated into chaos and widespread retreat.
"Enter the position! Prepare for battle!"
Jiang Feng's shout overpowered the initial gunfire, sounding particularly hoarse in the scorching midday air.
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