The roaring sound of the hand grenade explosion left him dizzy-headed.
Lifting his head, he saw the convoy he'd brought, mostly covered.
Plop—
Another stone flew over, hitting his stomach, Ma Jun bore the pain, teeth clenched.
Squirming, he pressed himself against the wall, cradling his head.
At this moment, hand grenades were raining down like a deluge, to venture out would mean certain death.
Twenty vehicles, under such intense bombardment, some quick-witted people rapidly exited the vehicles and took shelter under the steep slopes.
Others hid inside the vehicles, not daring to venture out, while some of the survivors still at the steering wheel tried to start their vehicles, only to have their heads blown off the next second.
There were one or two lucky drivers, especially some in the back, who hadn't stopped their vehicles when the explosions began. Realizing the situation, they smartly attempted to reverse and flee.
