Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1717 1717: Fierce Battle Erupts

"Boom boom boom!" The RPG showed its might, as rockets erged terrifyingly from the ground, stretching streams of fire in the void like ferocious dragons roaring, howling, and charging towards the enemy squad with soldiers' unwavering fighting spirit. Upon landing, they exploded suddenly, unleashing a massive blaze, countless shrapnel rampaged, penetrating nearby enemy bodies, and the powerful shockwave blew away the surrounding foes, creating a blood rain and flesh in the void, incredibly terrifying.

Compared to the RPG's terrifying explosion power, the heavy machine gun fire barrage resembled a giant scythe of Death God, slicing through with endless chill. The terrifying bullet energy directly shredded targets, rapidly harvesting lives one after another, the attack power is devastating.

Hook also commanded hundreds of warriors under his command to open fire, especially targeting the search troops in front. The sudden attack combined with a clear, unobstructed view around left the enemy with nowhere to hide, just fifty ters away. This distance wasn't challenging for Hook's n with their gun skills, catching the enemy off guard, dozens of them fell before they could react.

When the search troops in front realized what was happening, it was too late; the second round of attacks had arrived, and more fell instantly. The remaining few enemies turned and ran, forgetting that giving their backs to the enemy on the battlefield only leads to quicker death. All this happened suddenly, too terrifying that even the well-trained regular army of Sam Country was flustered.

The search troops ahead were quickly eliminated, and Hook imdiately commanded his n to attack the farther enemies, rely about a hundred and fifty ters away. Though it's impossible to kill with every shot, concentrated firepower still posed a terrifying threat to the enemy.

The rockets, heavy machine guns, coupled with concentrated fire sweep, overwheld the enemy in front; the ground was littered with corpses and flesh. Soldiers dove to retaliate, waiting for orders from their officers, but many officers had been promptly killed by Mountain Eagle Team, leaving no one to give orders. No retreat orders ant fleeing, leading to a military tribunal; everyone had no choice but to hold on desperately.

Consequently, this troop beca sitting ducks, hamred relentlessly by Luo Zheng and others. Explosions, bullets, and shouts intertwined, saturating the entire battlefield, seemingly collapsing the entire space, and the endless killing intent spread far.

Jackson at the enemy's rear heard the gunfire and imdiately realized sothing wrong, coldly leading his troops up, only to find his vanguard was half injured or dead, essentially crippled, full annihilation only a matter of ti. Furiously, he shouted, "Fierce Tiger Camp."

"Here." A battalion commander replied loudly.

"Charge up imdiately, kill them." Jackson roared hysterically. Not only had the enemy not been wiped out by the missiles, they ambushed halfway, and worse, he hadn't noticed, leading to substantial troop losses. Without eliminating the enemy, there was no way to account for it.

The battalion commander hesitated, face sinking as he heard the command. Jackson saw the other's defiance and was enraged, shouting, "Brothers are bleeding, what are you waiting for?" saying, he reached for his gun.

"Report." The battalion commander, reddened face, yet bravely declared, "The battlefield ahead is narrow, flat ground, with a wide view, unfavorable for troop deploynt and stealth attack, charging is suicidal. I suggest retreating and deploying air strikes."

"You?" Jackson saw the defiance, angrily shoved his gun against the commander's forehead, cold killing intent surged, as if possessed by a demon, about to shoot, but a last flash of clarity suddenly surfaced, causing his thoughts to regain so calm, suspiciously looked at the forward battlefield, realizing his impulsive death command earlier, his face reddened, yet slowly lowered the gun.

"Report, I'm willing to lead a support team, cover the brothers' retreat." The battalion commander secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly proposed.

"You're good, go ahead, bring the brothers back; I'll arrange air strikes." Jackson said coldly, but his words now carried appreciation and gratitude towards the commander. If not for the commander's defiance, leading troops blindly would have led to more deaths, a price none can afford.

"Understood." The commander shouted, saluted, and quickly rushed off with his n.

Watching the departing commander, Jackson felt a fright gradually erge, quickly calming down completely, coldly staring at the battle direction. His fear and apprehension towards Luo Zheng increased invisibly, annoyed, he shook his head, swiftly gestured, an orderly ran up, Jackson coldly said, "Get to the command center."

"Yes." The orderly quickly picked up the single soldier radio, made the call, and handed the phone to Jackson once connected.

"Our army is in battle with the enemy, deploy helicopters imdiately for support, hurry, prepare missiles." Jackson coldly shouted over the phone, turning the ambush into an engagent for accounting.

Ending the call, Jackson handed the phone back to the orderly, coldly watched the battlefield ahead. The front battlefield was ablaze; bullets rained down, casualties every mont. Conversely, under trench cover, the enemy suffered fewer losses. This result left Jackson anxious, desperate to charge and assist but seeing the narrow terrain, he had to dismiss the thought, forcing himself to patiently wait, shouting, "All troops, listen, dig trenches, build defenses, quick."

"Yes." Officers around heard the order and shouted back, swiftly directing their troops. Though unsure why Jackson bothered with trench digging, they knew Jackson was angry, avoiding defiance lest they face repercussions.

Sam Country army was well-equipped and trained; receiving the order, they took out folding engineer shovels, imdiately dug foxholes, which when connected would form trenches. This digging thod was fast-paced, with sharp shovels easily scooping dirt, piled ahead.

Jackson offered no explanation for the trench digging, coldly gazed at the battlefield, muscles tense, anger surged in his heart, new and old grudges made Jackson's gun-holding hand tremble slightly, his gaze darkened with killing intent even more.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The battlefield heavy machine gun continued to rake the enemy ahead, and Ghost Hand and others fought with fierce roars, venting the anger of captivity, blending endless hatred into the machine gun and bullets, ruthlessly striking the enemy.