Xia Cheng was no exception; he ran faster than anyone else, sprinting towards the bomb shelter.
The bomb shelter had never been used since its construction, and this was the first time it was being used.
The soldiers of Menghu Mercenary Corps were in disarray, unable to stay calm facing the iron birds flying above.
"Get out of the way." Xia Cheng was the first to rush into the bomb shelter.
Next, a shell exploded outside, blasting four or five people away.
The speed of the planes was far faster than their legs; many hadn't reached the bomb shelter when bombs rained down.
The Menghu Mercenary Corps base was solid, but it was designed against ground forces, nothing against fighter jets.
Inside the bomb shelter, Xia Cheng felt disoriented.
Explosions outside turned everything into a sea of fire, and the screams of his brothers echoed through the mountain.
"Commander, we're finished."
One person stood there, crying.
Everyone around was affected, their spirits low.
