"Incoming!!!"
Seeing the rapidly approaching lights in the sky, Kevin threw away the coffee in his hand and shouted as he ran to a nearby trench that hadn't been flattened.
At this moment, he hoped more than anyone that the trenches dug by the mercenaries were sturdy enough.
The rockets, screaming with death, were like the apocalyptic fire from God, raining down evenly across the entire Position One.
After the brief, blinding flash, a series of gray-red mushroom clouds of flame rose from the ground, quickly spreading and engulfing everything around.
The rising flames and shockwaves far exceeded any previous bombardment.
The gunners of the Chaotic Blade Association, outperforming themselves, could fire 10 rounds a minute, making it 60 rounds with six cannons.
While the Mongolian Toplaner unleashed nearly a hundred rockets and shells on the Chaotic Blade Association's artillery in just 10 seconds.
