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Chapter 890: Chapter 470: The child mama raised for twenty years, only lived for five seconds…_3

“Blow it up! Hurry, blow it up!”

Major John Monash’s eyes were bloodshot, his mind practically swelling with rage. “AT4 Rocket Launcher, give it to !”

“Commander, I’ll go!” yelled the adjutant nearby, grabbing the AT4 rocket launcher from a nearby crate and darting out of the building, running at full speed while hunched low!

He carried the launcher like it weighed nothing, his physical endurance visibly exceptional.

Reaching the slope behind the flank, he flicked off the safety, aid at the M1A1 tank, took a deep breath, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The high-explosive anti-tank round struck the enemy square in the side.

Only an idiot would aim for the front.

Rember this: If you co across a tank, go for the tracks, the sides, or the rear.

Boom!

The M1A1 was blown in half, flas spewing out, grinding to a complete halt on the beach.

Corporal Sevro and his comrades repositioned the Vulcan cannon. “Quick! Reload, swap out the barrel!”

Nearby, two chanics wearing oversized heat-resistant gloves quickly got to work.

A fresh barrel was installed in no ti.

Corporal Sevro glanced at the ammo, adjusted his aim, while the remaining hovercraft had already charged ashore.

Their doors opened in unison.

Sevro targeted the door of one hovercraft and opened fire, yelling strange sounds from his mouth.

The incoming U.S. soldiers, surging forward like a tide, fell backward like a tide.

Blood, severed limbs—within monts, the seawater turned red.

War…

A mother births a child after ten months, raises them for twenty years.

On the battlefield, they live for just five seconds.

But if you don’t kill the enemy, they’ll kill you.

Sevro was just an ordinary machine gunner.

“Tactical support! Take out that gunner,” a U.S. Marine Corps officer shouted on a hovercraft as he witnessed the opponent’s suppressing fire. He crouched low, gripping his phone, yelling at the “idiots” aboard the Amphibious Assault Ship behind.

“Coordinates! Send the coordinates, moron! Do you want to bomb you all too?” The response ca loaded with curses.

The Marine officer picked up a handheld targeting device capable of asuring coordinates and distance—but the mont he stood up, his head was blasted apart.

The hovercraft’s glass was already shattered; bulletproof doesn’t an Vulcan-proof.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

Soone on the other end yelled urgently but, hearing no response, paused in silence. “God bless you.”

The man is dead. What’s the point of blessings?

The U.S. Amphibious Assault Ships provided fire support to frontline troops. Hellfire missiles and close-in defense guns tore through the beach defenses without rcy.

The 179th Division’s direct Command Battalion had 873 soldiers but suffered severe casualties under such relentless bombardnt and assaults.

An infantry captain was killed outright by Hellfire missiles.

Yet the troops still held their ground at “Cabo Heres Beach.” Sevro skillfully led his n, hiding and relying on the Vulcan cannon to pin down the U.S. forces, rendering them unable to lift their heads.

The battle raged until 9 p.m…

The U.S. forces finally couldn’t withstand it anymore. They fought from 2 p.m. until 9 p.m., seven hours!

Battalion A suffered over 500 casualties; Battalion B fared even worse, losing three company commanders, with ordinary soldier casualties exceeding 400.

The Vulcan cannon alone killed at least half of them!

The beach was about 300 ters long…

And yet it held firm. So hovercrafts attempted to push through, but one burst from the Vulcan cannon drained their air, leaving them stranded mid-shore.

At that point, they were sitting ducks.

The U.S. forces didn’t know Sevro’s na, but they gave him a nickna: “The Monster of Cabo Heres Beach.”

Exhausted, Sevro sat amidst debris, gnawing on military rations, holding a notebook in his hands. Tucked inside was a family portrait.

Sevro looked noticeably young then, grinning wide. Standing on either side of him were his mom and dad, along with his sister.

But now… they were gone.

His father had been gunned down by drug traffickers, while his mother and sister were raped and ultimately drowned themselves in the river. At the ti, he’d been a student…

They’d used their only savings to send him to school, but… his family was shattered.

In the notebook was written:

“Dad, Mom, Sister…”

“General Victor avenged you all; he sentenced the drug traffickers who killed you to the harshest punishnt.”

“He told us that xico must have no drug traffickers, no trafficking, no inequality. He said xico belongs to xicans.”

“For the sake of our country, I fear this war not. My only hope is that you watch over General Victor from heaven—he is a good man.”

“I hope that when I et you all again, I can tell you I’ve never feared the darkness. I will carry on the mission of justice and light!”

“Long live xico!”

“Long live freedom!”

– Written by Sevro on the Frontline, 1992.

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