Chapter 975: Fierce Battle

Hamadi covered his broken half-arm and fled back in a sorry state.

It's too scary; turns out those people from the Defense Company are all sheep, how did they become so fierce?

Bullets and shells seemed as if they didn't cost money.

They numbered several hundred, but in the end only he fled back in a sorry state.

Amidst the rumbling sounds, a group of people driving armored vehicles and tanks emerged ahead.

Hamadi raised his hand calling for help.

"Help, help."

Those possessing such equipment must be the elite unit of President Marcus's Presidential Office.

Yuehan Dieer saw Hamadi's miserable state through the telescope and stopped his subordinates' move to shoot the enemy.

This mercenary unit also bears the supervisor's responsibility, with the right to shoot deserters.

"Wait a moment, inquire about the situation ahead."

His subordinates immediately passed down the order.

Hamadi saw the other side pause their troops and excitedly ran over.

"Help, help, I need a doctor."

Pop— a mercenary raised his pistol.

"Maintain fifty meters."

"Our general has something to ask you."

The dust rising at his feet made Hamadi stiffen and stand still.

He realized the other side was not President Marcus's people.

They are mercenaries.

Moreover, they are Western mercenaries; this group kills without blinking and employs cruel methods.

He also learned a method of massacre from them.

Don't blame him; he lacks experience and never knew there were so many ways to kill.

"Hello, hello, I am Hamadi, belonging to the Vanguard Unit; commander, if you have anything you want to know, I will tell you everything I know."

Yuehan Dieer signaled his subordinates to throw a communicator to the other side.

Hamadi picked up the communicator, which was already emitting sound.

"Hello Hamadi, I am the leader of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group, Yuehan Dieer."

"Sorry, I can't let you come closer; now is the time of combat, we need to enforce wartime regulations."

Actually, we were just frightened by a suicide attack.

Hamadi had no right to negotiate; whatever they said went, he bowed and scraped, doing everything to curry favor.

"Hello, Commander Yuehan."

"I understand; being able to help you is my honor."

Yuehan Dieer laughed, his tone also softened considerably.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"Can you tell us the front battlefield situation? And the enemy's firepower status!"

Hamadi, enduring the piercing pain in his arm.

"Our offensive failed; the front line has collapsed."

"Everyone is gone; many, many people didn't make it out."

"The enemy has already begun a counteroffensive."

"The enemy's firepower is fierce, ammunition abundant, machine guns and cannons filling the sky."

"This is something our country could never possess."

"Sir, you must be careful when you go over."

Yuehan Dieer frowned and asked.

"Hasn't our air strike already wiped out their heavy firepower?"

Hamadi wanted to curse, but he didn't dare.

"Commander, precisely because the air strike succeeded did we launch a full-line offensive, but nobody expected the enemy's firepower not to diminish but to increase further."

"Moreover, the helicopters and armored vehicles following our operations have been taken out by unknown long-range firepower."

"Commander, I suggest we withdraw; they're not right, very not right."

Yuehan Dieer thought for a moment and then asked again.

"Anything else to add?"

Hamadi shook his head.

"Nothing more, commander; may we receive treatment now? I feel I can't hold on."

Yuehan Dieer nodded.

"Alright."

Then he signaled his subordinates.

"Carry out military law; hell has no pain."

"Pop—"

A gunshot rang out, Mahadi collapsed; in the end he never understood why they wanted to kill him.

He didn't know that mercenaries are brutal; eliminating severely wounded comrades is their most skilled work.

They won't bring burdens, and they certainly won't waste precious medical resources on someone with no combat value.

The situation has changed; the effect of the air strike might have been overestimated by us.

The staff officer said.

Could it be a fake target created by the enemy? The Daxia people are best at this.

John nodded.

That's possible.

Afterwards he opened the communicator.

This is Wild Wolf, requesting UAV support, discovered heavy firepower, developing heavy firepower, intelligence is wrong.

Opposite side.

Beep, received, we will reconfirm here, please wait twenty minutes.

After hanging up the communicator, John issued a temporary wait order.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong here.

But he couldn't think of it no matter what.

Soon the reconnaissance results came out.

The second wave of air strikes has begun; please continue attacking, continue attacking.

Brothers, there's work to do, get moving for me.

They had just walked not far when the sound of the plane tearing through the air arrived.

Then came a violent explosion ahead.

Charge, brothers, when you see deserters, drive them forward to charge; we're in the rear, picking up the spoils.

Once we charge into the enemy's city, we will have made it.

The convoy instantly sped up.

The closer to the battlefield, the more deserters we encountered.

Under the guns of the Wild Wolf mercenary corps, a group of deserters were driven by them onto the battlefield.

After another wave of air strikes, Yang Feihong crawled out of the air-raid shelter.

Damn it, is there no end to this?

Have the rear keep watch for aircraft.

Don't let them really sneak attack our base.

The soldiers quickly dug back into their own defensive positions.

The cannons were also pushed out.

However, last time we hit too hard, so even now the enemy hasn't organized an attack.

Launch the drones to see what's happening.

The drones quickly took off and happened to see a fully armored mobile force, chasing several thousand people, rushing over.

Brothers, we have meat to eat.

Everyone get ready, then hit them hard.

Unfortunately we cannot attack.

On the other side, Leng Feng's Grey People Army also made preparations.

Pay attention, hit them again, when their air force arrives, wipe them all out for me.

Then launch a full-scale offensive.

Our chance to make a name for ourselves is right before us.

John Deere, upon arriving at the battlefield, as expected, suffered a fierce attack.

Damn, what's going on?

Wasn't the target already eliminated?

The staff officer said resentfully.

There must be a traitor among us; the enemy has grasped the timing of our air strikes.

This time they are likely using a fake target again.

John Deere watched as one native after another fell.

He felt the pressure was somewhat great.

Call for aerial support again.

Be quick, don't give the enemy a chance to prepare.

This time we must go all out, break through the enemy's defenses, and not give them a chance to regroup.

A blitzkrieg will surely catch the enemy off guard.

What matters is that they now have equipment superiority, the superiority is ours.