Chapter 282 Mushrooms in the Valley--

The scene in front of him reminded Major Pasarella of the hell depicted in the Bible. Several bodies that had been blown up for several years were scattered around, and the blood stains covered with ashes were covered with a layer of dust blown into the air by the power of the explosion.

There is a deep pit on the ground, in which there are still unknown shoes and military hats. The drummers who should have stood in front of the team and beat the drums, guiding the army to move forward, are lying a few meters around the explosion. Several wounded people standing behind the drummer who were affected by the explosion were in pain. With a bitter moan, two of them obviously had a huge wound on their legs. One side was between the chest and abdomen. It seemed that a huge opening was pulled out by shrapnel from the side. The blood was flowing out like a fountain. The soldier's face was no longer blood, and the traces of life were gradually fading.

A leg fell on the team five meters behind, and a broken hand was hanging on the treetop next to it.

"What the hell is it?" The unknown fear made Major Pasarella very uneasy. He didn't understand where the terrible explosion came from.

"Oh yeah!" Liang Pengfei clenched his fist excitedly. At this moment, the bitter acid made a contribution. It is worthy of the explosive power of the explosion. Its power is the most powerful in this era, so far. You know, the power of a catty of bitter acid explosion is equivalent to ten catties of ammonia nitrate, and it is equivalent to a hundred catties of black gunpowder explosion.

In the past, the conscienceless cannon belonged to the most powerful killing weapon in Liang Pengfei's hands, but now, the explosive power of a mine with a dose of one and a half catties of bitter and sour has left the conscienceless cannon far behind.

"Ts, it seems that the explosive power of bitter sour is indeed stronger than that of TNT, but it is a pity that it is too easy to corrode metal." Liang Pengfei was still quite unsatisfactory. If you modify the conscienceless cannon and shoot 16 kilograms of bitterness, I don't know what it will look like.

Not to mention that Master Liang pulled his own wind in the hidden place on the half slope. The soldiers who were ambushed in the trenches below him were also a little stunned. They never thought that the mine was so powerful. You know, before they became soldiers of the Special First Battalion, they all followed Liang Pengfei to fight in the battlefield. The soldiers have even seen the power of conscienceless cannons, but now, when I think of such a small mine (compared to the conscienceless cannon shells wrapped in 16 catties of black gunpowder). It is really exciting for them to have such a terrible power, because this weapon belongs to them.

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"What the hell is going on?" Pasara saw the only drummer who could still sit by himself and gasp, and strode forward to catch the drummer George, who was sitting on the side of the road and breathing the air.

George seemed to be the only intact among the drummers, but even so, the strong explosion filled his military uniform with the flesh and dust of his comrades-in-arms. On that dull face, those eyes lost all their aura, leaving only deep fear.

After hearing Pasarella's roar, George seemed to blink his eyelashes with a reaction. Open the trembling lips that lost their blood: "God, my God..."

Pasarella fanned George's two ears angrily, which finally restored him a little. I don't know what's going on, Major. I'm just beating the drum and walking forward. I don't know how people flew up.

" Major, I have seen such a tragedy." At this time, the artillery lieutenant Bill, who ran here from the artillery in the middle of the army to check the situation, came to Pasarella's ear. It's like the explosion of a gunpowder barrel in the middle of them to cause such a tragedy.

But soon, Lieutenant Bill had to overturn his conclusion. My God..." After checking the location of the explosion, Major Pasarella couldn't bear to close his eyes and pray. His heart was full of fear, what the hell is this? Could it be that there was a large bucket full of gunpowder here just now? In that case, unless your soldiers are blind, it is impossible not to see them.

Except for a few pieces of iron embedded in his soldier's wounds, Major Pasarella found nothing useful. "Let the soldiers be on alert and send scouts to search the valleys on both sides to see if there is an ambush. I have a bad feeling that there seems to be something wrong here. Major Pasarella threw the broken piece of iron on the ground, which was deformed and stained with blood, and turned his eyes to the valley on both sides that was blocked by dense tropical shrubs. He gave the order loudly. His hand had been put on the command knife around his waist, and his right hand had taken the handle of the short fire in his hand. But before he finished his words, there was a sudden roar on the east hillside, and a meteor-like object shining faintly under the sun rushed up from the height of the valley and flew to the sky.

The white scholar, who was so grayed by the gunpowder exhaust, was watching a red flare rising with resentment. What Master Liang called a flare was actually a big gift.

In Master Liang's bad taste, he can only attack after firing the signal bomb. However, the white scholar who ignited this signal bomb has been unlucky for eight lifetimes. There seemed to be something wrong with the fuse of this red signal bomb. As a result, he almost burned his eyebrows when he ignited.

"It's your grandma's, it's more practical to leave this kind of work to a rough man like Monk Chen next time." Bai Shusheng made up his mind with tears on his face.

"Damn..." Although it was not clear what the effect of that thing was, Pasarella, who experienced the battlefield, immediately felt the danger. At this time, he saw countless black spots flying from half the slope.

The mercenaries thought they were birds, but soon felt something was wrong, because after the shadows drew an arc in mid-air, they began to land down.

"What is this?" Almost all mercenaries, including those Dutch officers, had such a question, and soon the answer was solved. The explosion and airflow, as dense as beans thrown into a red frying pan, instantly made the Dutch mercenaries in the middle of the avenue at the bottom of the valley taste powerful.

The explosions one after another, the broken arms were flying in mid-air, the screams of people and the sadness of the horses were intertwined, and some people were even lifted into the air by the dense explosion, and then the flying shrapnel made a terrible line on his suspended body. The blood tank brought up blood lines flying across the sky.

The artillery, which was originally located in the middle of the mercenaries, was also turned upside down, and the road where the whole team was located almost instantly turned into a path of death with fireworks and blood.

"Enemy attack! Attack the enemy, fight back, fight back to the valleys on both sides!" Pasarella was lucky enough to escape, but his left forehead still let the splashed shrapnel make a ferocious wound, and even exposed the white bones, but it was soon stained red by the blood gushing out of the blood vessels. At this moment, he pushed away the guard who hurriedly bandaged his wound, waved the command knife in his hand, stared at the blood-stained red eyes, and howled in despair.

Lieutenant George, who was originally standing beside him, is now rushed to the road a few meters away from him by the air. The soldiers pulled the trigger in panic, and the lead bullets ejected from their rifles rushed aimlessly, hitting holes in the thick branches and leaves.

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And some soldiers who couldn't stand this terrible blow ran to both sides of the road, hoping to avoid the terrible little iron ball that landed in the middle of the road. However, they soon repeated the mistakes of the drummer. The mines buried on both sides of the road were deliberately by Liang Pengfei and finally showed their ferocious power to these Westerners again. The huge explosions and the rising smoke formed mushroom clouds over the road.

However, there were still a large number of lucky people rushing to the safe areas on both sides of the road, but it was only a few seconds more safe. These frightened mercenaries were fiercely drilled into the blood eyes one by one by the bullets shot from the half slope and fell to the ground screaming.

After three dull sounds, the roaring mortar shells finally came, accurately falling on the head of the infantry cannons that were adjusting the team, intending to launch a counterattack, which was more destructive power than landmines, making these miscellaneous fish-level Dutch mercenaries feel that they could not live. If they die, they can't imagine who will deal with them with such terrible fighting power.

Some religious maniacs even stubbornly believe that this is God's punishment for the sins they have committed in the past. They didn't even move their weak legs, closed their desperate eyes, touched the cross on their chests, and silently repented their past sins like martyrs. Waiting for the explosion to scatter their bodies into pieces.

Major Pasarella kept roaring, waving the sword in his hand again and again, as if he were constantly chopping non-existent enemies, inspiring the soldiers to bravely fight back against the demons who hid in the valleys on both sides and slaughtered their subordinates silently and cold-bloodedly.

However, those enemies who have not appeared from the beginning to now are still hiding in the damn valley. If their soldiers want to attack, they can only struggle to attack.

Although these soldiers are just a group of mercenaries who were caught in the battlefield after a hurry to train for a period of time, they are, after all, they are under their own command. Looking at them not even seeing the enemy's faces clearly, they fell in front of their eyes one by one, Pasarella was desperate. To the extreme.

He cursed loudly the enemies who only dared to hide, raised the command knife in his hand, and fearlessly led the soldiers who still had the courage to stand around him to launch a wave of charge towards the hillside. When he had just rushed out of the road and was raising his head to inspire the courage of the soldiers, a lead bullet was like a venomous snake. He bit his forehead fiercely and easily knocked on a deep hole in his forehead wrapped in shabu in an instant. Then, the broken bones and brains splashed out of the back of his head once again defeated the courage of the soldiers behind him...

(to be continued)