Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1259 The Artilleryman Who Was "Incompetent in Skill"
boom! !

Just as Sanders, the veteran, sensed that the strange shell's trajectory was different from the previous ones, a loud bang, even more muffled than the explosions outside, suddenly erupted in the center of the checkpoint's courtyard!

The scorching heat and shockwave from the explosion instantly leveled the several sandbag bunkers that had been temporarily erected in the yard!
The three pickup trucks belonging to Thunder Defense, which were equipped with makeshift armor and weapon stations, and a Humvee SUV with an M2HB heavy machine gun, which was responsible for mobile support, were torn into twisted scrap metal in the flames of the explosion!

Hot vehicle debris and parts pelted the main building's walls with a deafening cacophony of impacts, like shrapnel from artillery shells.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! What's going on?! Shells have landed in the yard! They've landed on our heads!"

Mercenary Rex's excitement froze instantly, turning into a furious roar as he nearly jumped off the wall.

All the mercenaries inside the building who had narrowly escaped the shelling were terrified by the nearby explosion, their combat uniforms instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Communication! Damn it, communicate immediately! Ask Hurmatu what's going on?! Are the coordinates wrong?! Or are they blind?!"

Sanders roared at the communications soldier huddled beside the communications equipment. The ominous premonition had now become a cold reality, gripping his throat. He had to figure out what was going on immediately.

Those are shells from a 122mm howitzer!
If even one of them were to accidentally fly into the main building...

Ha ha.

It's even possible for everyone to ascend to heaven together.

call out--

Woo——!
boom! ! !
As if in response to his roar, another shell fell outside with a deathly whistle!
The explosion occurred near the western wall, close to the area where they stored spare ammunition boxes and some engineering equipment in a small bungalow.

Although the stored ammunition was not directly detonated, the powerful shockwave still sent stacked sandbags, toolboxes in the yard, and some weapon parts flying everywhere. Sparks ignited some flammable materials, causing thick black smoke to billow out!

"They...they replied that..."

The communications soldier, clutching the hissing radio, was ashen-faced, his voice trembling so badly it was almost incoherent:
"...It's possible that...the militia operators...are undertrained...lacking in skill...their aiming...has...some 'error'...and they are...'trying' to correct it..."

"Error my ass!!!"

Sanders could no longer contain himself and burst into a tirade, veins bulging on his forehead.

But he forced back the even more vicious curses that followed, because he was horrified to discover that although there was an "error" in the artillery fire coverage outside, the main body was still pouring down on the enemy, effectively curbing the offensive wave.

Even more remarkably, not a single shell landed on the roof of the most important building—the main building—or hit the walls.

Preset firing.

The word flashed through his mind.

That’s right!
definitely is!

FUCK!

He cursed wildly in his mind!

This checkpoint was set up by the militia, so logically the artillery deployed at Hurmatu would record the coordinates here in detail and calculate the firing data, which would then be included in the preset firing data of the artillery battalion controlled by Song Heping.

Once the checkpoint is under attack from the 1515 militants, the artillery can set the firing data at top speed and fire rapidly to stop the 1515 extremists' advance.

Therefore, they knew the coordinates and location of this place very well! This is also why they were able to control the shells so that they wouldn't hit the main building despite their massive, covering salvo!

FUCK!

A cunning yellow-skinned monkey!
Although Sanders was furious, he could not, and dared not, ask for a halt to this life-saving bombardment!
Stop shelling, or they'll die even faster!
Now he can only swallow his pride and bear the pain!
"Everyone! Stay away from all windows! Find the strongest cover! Cover your heads for artillery fire! No one is to show their head without my order! Repeat, take cover! Continue taking cover!"

He gave the order again, his voice hoarse and strained, with a tremor he himself was unaware of.

The shelling continued in a way that seemed completely random, but actually carried a strange rhythm.

boom!
Another shell landed less than ten meters from the main building. The shockwave from the explosion completely blew off the frame of a window that was already on the verge of collapse. Broken pieces of wood shot into the room like bullets, eliciting several suppressed cries of pain.

boom!
Another shot hit the checkpoint gate, which was made of sandbags and steel plates, precisely, sending it and any small amount of supplies that might have been left inside into the air.

boom!
This shot hit the only remaining escape vehicle in the yard, which Sanders had left behind—the modified, top-of-the-line military-grade off-road vehicle!

A huge fireball rose up, and the off-road vehicle was instantly blown to pieces, with burning tires and parts flying everywhere.

Sanders huddled tightly behind one of the thickest concrete support columns, each tremor from the explosions transmitted through the wall feeling as if it were striking his heart directly.

He stared intently at the fireballs rising outside the window, and the vehicle parts and equipment fragments belonging to their Thunder Defense that were scattering in the flames.

A terrifying, clear pattern quickly formed in his mind—

None of the shells that landed in the courtyard hit the main building, the most structurally sound building they were defending, directly!

Their targets, seemingly very "coincidentally" and extremely "precisely," were all concentrated on the Thunder Defense vehicles, fuel drums, supply storage corners, and various weapons and equipment facilities parked in the yard!
One, two, three...

All wheeled vehicles, whether armed pickups or off-road vehicles, were destroyed by the "accidental" shells!

The corner where spare ammunition and food were stored was overturned and ignited by the shock wave!
The small generator that provided them with power for nighttime lighting and communications was also riddled with sparks by flying shrapnel and completely destroyed...

Song Heping!
Sanders instantly felt completely fooled, and a chill ran from his tailbone along his spine throughout his body, rushing straight to the top of his head!

It made him tremble uncontrollably!

This guy wasn't really trying to rescue us!
He's using someone else to do his dirty work!
No, it's using the "cannon" to destroy things!
He cleverly used the high-sounding pretext of "artillery support" to legitimately and legally destroy almost all of their mobile forces, equipment reserves, and logistical supplies deployed here!

He is using this extremely insidious method to weaken Thunder Defense’s actual deployment and sustained combat capabilities in the region, retaliating for their previous actions in driving the Liberation Force militia out of the checkpoint, and ensuring that even if Sanders and his men survive, they will lose the ability to continue to stand in the area!

Moreover, this bastard had accurately predicted Sanders' current predicament—

He dared not call a halt!
Because once the dangerous but effective shelling stops, the remaining 1515 militants outside will pounce on them like sharks smelling blood, tearing them apart after they have lost most of their vehicles and exhausted their ammunition!

Conspiracy!

This is a naked conspiracy!

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)