Unlike the previous days, they no longer held their ground in the buildings, fighting desperately; instead, they broke instantly, fleeing without a trace.
Song Heping had been paying close attention to the progress of Warrior Camp. The smoother it went, the more problematic he felt it was.
"GHOST calling Musician."
"Musician received, is that you, Song He?"
The voice that ca through was clearly the cook's.
"Cook, I have sothing to tell you. Later, when you get near the intersection in Zone I, don't foolishly follow the others up. Head to Zone H to find a building with a good vantage point and hold position. I have a feeling sothing will go wrong there."
"Eh? I heard last night you found the Hunter's den and blew them all up. What, are there still snipers?"
"Instinct," Song Heping didn't shy away: "I always feel that expert isn't so easy to kill."
"You an the Mosul Reaper?"
"Right."
"Okay, I'll take your word for it. We won't follow the vanguard troops of Warrior Camp. We'll establish a sniper position in Zone H first."
"Good, don't act tough."
"Relax!"
Intersection of Zone I.
An Abrams tank from Sword Camp slowly approached from the western road and began to brake to a stop 200 ters away from the intersection.
Then, another tank ca up behind it.
The two tanks took positions on the streets, occupying both lanes and setting up their formation.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
The sound of cannon fire was incessant.
The buildings across the intersection exploded into fireballs.
After being hit by several shells, the street-facing wall of one of the buildings began to collapse.
The tank commander observed the scene through his periscope for quite a while.
The area around the intersection was eerily quiet; not even living insects could be seen, let alone people.
After so consideration, he gave his crew the order: "Move forward! Don't stop! I reckon the ard n in the city have given up resistance today!"
The troops from Sword Camp quickly passed the intersection.
Soon, the news reached the battalion headquarters, informing them that the vanguard troops had passed the intersection of Zone I without encountering any resistance, and that the infantry had searched the surrounding buildings and found no trace of the enemy.
Major Lonnie was greatly surprised after hearing the report.
No trouble?
Actually no trouble?!
It appeared that Song Heping wasn't always right!
Now it was his turn to go through.
He thought for a mont and decided to be cautious.
It's just a sniper, right?
I won't get out of the vehicle; I'll stay in the command car!
Let's see what you can do to !
"Battalion detachnt, advance!"
Within the armored command vehicle, Major Lonnie felt much more at ease at the thought of being protected inside.
No sniper rifle, no matter how powerful, could penetrate his M4 armored command vehicle!
Rumble rumble rumble—
Rumble rumble rumble—
The battalion detachnt's armored vehicles slowly advanced.
A large number of Abrams tanks and Bradley Battle Cars had already passed through without issue, with our troops spread all around.
It seed that Song Heping's worries were indeed superfluous.
Major Lonnie couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile.
After the operation ended and he returned to his unit, he would have to find an opportunity to mock that self-proclaid tactical genius.
However, before his smile could fade, a deafening explosion suddenly burst forth, and at the sa ti, Major Lonnie felt as if he was enveloped in clouds, his body involuntarily lifted into the air.
This floating sensation was fleeting, and then he was violently thrown against the roof of the armored vehicle, his face passionately kissing the armored top, clearly hearing the sound of his teeth breaking—
Crack!
Amid the fierce explosions, this faint yet piercing sound seed particularly absurd and chilling.
"FUCK!"
As Major Lonnie cursed, he felt the M4 armored vehicle touch the ground again and it threw him hard onto the floor.
"Ow—my back!"
He scread like a pig pinned to the cutting board upon seeing the butcher's knife.
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