Chapter 1706 - 1707: Forced Breakthrough
Nakayama Jiro's whole body was chilled, and his heart was full of fear.
He tried to hide himself behind cover, shouting loudly.
"The enemy has a sniper, our sniper take position and suppress her!"
On the battlefield, only a sniper can suppress another sniper, it's almost a battlefield iron rule.
Following Nakayama Jiro's order, two snipers from the Ninja Army poked their heads out from the fortifications.
One of the snipers climbed onto a civilian house, approaching the Red Shirt Army's sniper.
Bam!
With a muffled sound, the Ninja Army sniper's head exploded without warning, and the body fell directly from the house.
The other sniper was frightened out of his wits, no longer daring to approach the Red Shirt Army sniper.
Nakayama Jiro did not expect the enemy to be so formidable.
He had no choice but to order his soldiers to hide in the fortifications, trying to stay away from the sniper's fire.
While Nakayama Jiro was figuring out how to deal with the sniper, Evil Dragon's group of rogue masters quickly approached the fortifications in the center of the street.
They were less than a thousand meters from Nakayama Jiro's command post.
At this distance, even Nakayama Jiro was within their attack range.
Nakayama Jiro knew things were urgent, and he suddenly ran back quickly, performing two consecutive rolls to avoid the sniper's bullets.
Nakayama Jiro rushed to the back of an obstacle, yanked open the tarpaulin on the obstacle, revealing a row of heavy artillery.
Behind this row of heavy artillery, each gunner was already in readiness.
Nakayama Jiro drew his command knife, his face full of sinister smiles.
"Come, let me send you to hell!"
This row of heavy artillery was the Ninja Army's last guarantee.
These heavy guns were initially intended for the attack on Li Wang Town, but at this moment, they became Nakayama Jiro's ultimate weapon to bury the enemy.
In the distance, Shui Rou spotted the row of heavy artillery behind Nakayama Jiro, adjusting their barrels, poised to fire.
She immediately screamed, "Yang Fei, retreat quickly, it's dangerous!"
Xiao Xuanya at an elevated position in a house, saw the heavy artillery set up by Nakayama Jiro, her face changing color instantly.
This row of heavy artillery could completely bombard the central street indiscriminately.
No matter how skilled Yang Fei and the others were, they would surely be blown to pieces; this was the enemy's vicious trap.
However, Yang Fei and the others, who were charging ahead, simply couldn't see the enemy's small maneuvers behind the position.
A dozen people charged towards the enemy's position like formidable cheetahs.
Just then, Xiao Xuanya's voice came through the public communication channel.
"Everyone retreat quickly, the enemy's heavy artillery is preparing to bombard the battlefield completely."
"Damn, so insidious!"
Yang Fei shivered with fright, did two rolls, and hid at the corner of the street, looking ahead.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Seventeen or eighteen shells, with long tail flames, shot toward the central street, overwhelmingly intimidating.
"Not good, everyone take cover, something big is coming."
Yang Fei finished speaking and dashed obliquely towards the nine o'clock direction, hiding himself in a shell crater.
Other Evil Dragon Soldier Kings, seeing this scene, looked at each other in horror.
Everyone scattered and ran, each finding cover to protect themselves.
Fortunately, the battlefield was full of scattered fortifications and sandbags.
Finding cover to protect themselves was not difficult for the Evil Dragon Soldier Kings.
However, such indiscriminate bombing was very perilous.
Nobody knew where the shells would land.
If they landed directly on a person, no matter how much cover there was, it would be of no use, and they would still be blown to pieces.
Boom, boom, boom.
Continuous explosions stirred up violent airwaves.
The buildings on both sides of the street collapsed like they were made of paper, with countless bricks and stones flying into the air.
In the middle of the battlefield, mushroom clouds like tornadoes rolled toward the sky, with hot airwaves everywhere.
After the explosion, flames roared and thick smoke billowed.
In the distance, Nakayama Jiro looked at the ravaged position and suddenly laughed wildly.
"They're dead, all blown to bits!"
Shui Rou remained somewhat calm, widening her eyes, scouring the position back and forth.
However, on the entire position, not a single figure could be seen.
Shui Rou's heart, as if gripped by a demon's claw, felt a stabbing pain with every little exertion.
Shui Rou dared not contemplate further upon considering a certain possibility.
The Red Shirt Army, though accustomed to battle formations, was also taken aback by this earth-shattering explosion.
Everyone stood there dumbly, watching the chaotic battlefield, with smoke rolling and flames raging.
Each person's heart was in prayer.
No one knew when the shooting on the position had ceased, making the entire battlefield seem very silent.
At this moment, near the Ninja Army's position, a figure suddenly crawled up.
His form, like a fierce tiger, suddenly pounced into the Ninja Army's position.
Xiao Xuanya saw clearly that this person was none other than Mad Blade.
Shortly after, Yang Fei's figure emerged from the rubble pile.
He leaped twice, rushing into the Ninja Army's position.
The Triangular Military Spike in his hand, like a venomous snake, successively penetrated the throats of two soldiers.
Subsequently, Three Swords, Long Xia, Shen Feng...
One Evil Dragon Soldier King after another, charged into the Ninja Army's position from the shell craters, like a pack of hungry wolves pouncing into a sheep pen.
The Ninja Army's position was immediately thrown into chaos.
Nobody had expected such a huge explosion, instead of killing this group, allowed them to sneak in into the position.
In fact, this massive explosion indeed helped Evil Dragon and his team.
The so-called indiscriminate bombing was for ordinary people.
Amid the explosive airwaves and deafening blasts, you were bewildered, not knowing where to hide.
But for a group of battle-hardened veterans, the so-called indiscriminate bombing was actually a joke.
They could accurately identify the shell's impact point and the power of the explosion to find the best cover between the shells.
Of course, most importantly, the enemy did not continuously bombard.
Otherwise, even if they escaped the first salvo, they wouldn't escape the second.
If there were three or four rounds of bombing, even an immortal would be blown to pieces.
The Ninja Army was not a regular force, with limited ammunition, completing this round of firing was already extravagance.
Nakayama Jiro watched the dozen shadows, like cheetahs, rampaging and slaughtering the Ninja Army.
Behind them, hundreds of Red Shirt Army soldiers were already charging, shouting, with towering killing intent and momentum.
Nakayama Jiro's heart was icy cold, knowing that his supposedly unbreakable offensive had been forcibly breached.
The fate that awaited him was going to be miserable.
Knowing that failure was already inevitable, Nakayama Jiro didn't want to die yet.
He frantically ran away to the distance.
The commander had fled, making the other soldiers even more vulnerable.
Under the full-scale assault of the Red Shirt Army, the Ninja Army had almost no courage to resist.
The Red Shirt Army hadn't even formally entered the battlefield, yet a large number of Ninja Army warriors had already thrown their guns on the ground and raised their hands high.