Chapter 348

Each Hind was equipped with a 12.7MM Gatling machine gun, four anti-tank missiles, and two 32-tube 57MM rocket launchers.

The first to be fired were the anti-tank missiles; forty Hinds only needed one round of attack to destroy all the small number of tanks in the Siamese army.

Then were the two 32-tube 57MM rocket launchers, the rockets in which poured out, destroying pickup trucks, troop transport trucks, etc., and also blowing up a large number of soldiers.

Finally, the Gatling machine guns appeared, sweeping wildly at the crowd below from a high position.

Under the dense bullets like raindrops, countless Siamese soldiers were torn into pieces without even letting out a scream.

And the army that lost heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft weapons had no means of resistance at all facing the Hind armed helicopters and could only be slaughtered at will.

Especially when dozens of T72 tanks joined the battlefield, machine guns and artillery roared constantly, ruthlessly reaping lives.

The seven thousand assassins who followed the tanks in coordinated operations also raised their HK416s, aimed at the Siamese soldiers, and fired constantly.

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The battlefield situation was a completely one-sided slaughter.

After losing all commanders, even if the Siamese soldiers were numerous, they couldn't form any effective counterattack.

After all, forty Hind armed helicopters were circling in the sky, and there were dozens of T72 tanks and thousands of assassins on the ground; any army would have their scalp go numb.

Not to mention these Siamese people.

To put it nicely, they were veterans who had fought wars; in reality, their individual quality was too poor, and this was particularly prominent at this moment.

As the slaughter proceeded, the morale of the Siamese army collapsed rapidly.

A normal army's military heart would be unstable if casualties reached twenty percent, and they would lose the will to fight if casualties reached thirty percent, and the casualties of this Siamese army had already reached a staggering forty percent.

This wasn't because they were elite, but because the slaughter was too fast; in front of modern weapons, the human body is very fragile; machine gun bullets are serious injuries if they graze or touch, let alone rockets and artillery.

After thousands of people were slaughtered, the remaining Siamese soldiers completely collapsed, running toward the surrounding jungles like headless flies.

All vehicles were destroyed, and these people could only sprint desperately with their feet.

But when the person who ran the fastest stepped one foot into the jungle, what greeted him was not the joy of escape, but a crisp clicking sound.

Boom!

What followed was a violent explosion; an anti-personnel landmine was triggered, directly blowing off the person's legs, and he fell to the ground screaming.

Fresh blood gushed from the wound, quickly taking away the soldier's vitality.

Actually, at this time, as long as the bleeding was stopped, this soldier would have a high probability of surviving, but it was a pity that in this situation, no one dared to give him emergency treatment, and no one even cared about his life or death.

Other fleeing soldiers saw this scene and stopped one after another; they looked at the calm jungle and didn't dare to continue moving forward; no one knew how many landmines were buried here.

But they didn't move, and the bullets behind wouldn't stop.

For these soldiers, it could be said that there were wolves in front and tigers behind; it seemed that no matter what, it was a word of death.

Then these people gritted their teeth and rushed straight into the jungle; rather than staying in place and being beaten to death, it was better to gamble; as long as their luck was good enough not to step on a landmine, they would have a high probability of surviving.

Boom! Boom!

Landmines were triggered one after another, blowing up many soldiers, but at the same time, more people passed through the minefield smoothly and ran into the depths of the jungle.

Center of the battlefield.

Besides a batch of soldiers who ran away, the rest were surrounded; after rounds of slaughter, only about a thousand people remained.

The entire battlefield was full of corpses, and fresh blood even soaked the land, emitting a thick bloody smell.

Dozens of T72s stopped around, surrounding more than a thousand soldiers.

"Fire..."

Taylor was planning to have a volley to resolve these Siamese people.

Then he heard Liu Yu's voice in the communication channel.

"Leave these people to me; it's also time to move around."

Liu Yu said, directly unbuckling his seatbelt and jumping down from the cabin.

At this time, the Hind armed helicopter was circling at twenty meters in the air; this distance was considered low altitude for a helicopter, but for humans, it was definitely a height sufficient to cause death.

Liu Yu was naturally not committing suicide; his physical fitness far surpassed ordinary people; even jumping from a height of twenty meters would not cause any harm to Liu Yu.

On one hand, his physical fitness was strong enough, and on the other hand, Liu Yu's kung fu was good enough; after landing, he performed a light unloading action, completely unloading the force.

Then Liu Yu showed a ferocious smile, moving his hands and feet while walking toward more than a thousand Siamese soldiers.

These soldiers had long been scared out of their wits in the previous slaughter.

At this time, seeing Liu Yu walking over, many people even forgot to fire.

Until Liu Yu walked in front of a soldier and punched out, the huge force directly sent that soldier flying more than ten meters away, and he stopped breathing after twitching a few times.

This scene deeply stimulated the nerves of other soldiers, who immediately raised their weapons and pulled the trigger at Liu Yu.

However, the attacks of these soldiers couldn't pose a threat to Liu Yu at all.

Liu Yu's movements were extremely fast, quickly rushing into the crowd and unfolding a crazy slaughter.

In the face of an absolute gap in strength, numbers had become numbers without any meaning.

More than a thousand soldiers, not one could block Liu Yu's punch; being hit meant broken bones and tendons and vomiting blood to death.

Liu Yu not only had physical fitness that surpassed human limits but was also proficient in Xingyi Quan; every move was fierce and fatal, crushing these Siamese soldiers in all directions.

In the air.

Taylor looked at Liu Yu, who was slaughtering wantonly in the crowd, shook his head, and was too lazy to care.

"Others follow me, pursue that batch of fleeing soldiers."

Taylor said in the communication channel.

Resolving everyone was an order from Ni Yongyao, which Taylor and the others executed unconditionally, and they wouldn't let any soldier run away.

"Received."

Others in the communication channel replied one after another.

Then forty Hind armed helicopters turned direction and flew toward the depths of the jungle.

PS: New book setting sail, kneeling and begging the masters to cast some flowers, evaluation tickets, monthly tickets!.....

Even one flower, one evaluation ticket, one monthly ticket is fine.... three.