Convey my orders, fire the artillery!
"Yes, General!" The soldier responded and began directing the artillery team to fire in the direction of Huang Zhentian and the others.
"Open fire!" With the command from Grand Carillo.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The barrels of the tanks aimed at the retreating troops.
Whoosh, whoosh...
A series of sharp, piercing whistles came from the sky. The people in the convoy heard the sound, looked up, and were instantly shocked.
They saw shells densely covering the sky, speeding towards them and reaching right above their heads in no time.
"Shells, they're all shells!"
"Too many, so many shells, this time we're doomed!"
"It's over!"
Everyone's hearts mourned, knowing there was no escaping this disaster, no matter what.
The most formidable Ye Qiu in the team was now trapped by the Biohuman, leaving them with no hope of survival amidst such a barrage of shells...
Despair, despair, endless despair spread through the convoy.
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