Huang Xiaoliang had lost his previous composure, shouting into the radio for a retreat.
Sitting atop the tank, watching his brothers one by one being blown away, his first thought was that his power base was diminishing.
After all, the Power Mercenary Group was seasoned; after the chaos, they began to counterattack.
They retreated with guns in hand, firing at the surrounding area.
The group of hundreds was quickly reduced to less than a hundred.
Huang Xiaoliang sat on the tank, carefully observing the surroundings, noticing rockets constantly being fired from the high ground on the left.
"Blast that area!" Huang Xiaoliang commanded, pointing ahead.
The tank turned, aiming at the high ground on the left.
At this moment, Tie Zhuzi was excitedly loading ammunition, as he had the most shells.
The others were given only a few, but he had taken a whole box, which made him thrilled.
"Damn it, see if I don't blow you to pieces," Tie Zhuzi muttered.
