Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1400: Lost and run away
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When the six or six type 152mm howitzer opened fire, the muffled sound from the horizon made the head of the third regiment Kulik think it was thunder and rain. But when a plume of smoke rises into the sky, people with a little common sense will also be surprised that this is a shelling.
The third group of troops that have n’t set off yet is preparing to transfer. When they see the pillar of smoke, they are in a daze. After the cataclysm, Mexico has been rampant for two years, this group of guys have never suffered a cannon.
Head Kulik realized that something was wrong. He quickly ran to his regiment and hoped to contact the battalion at the forefront to learn about the situation. On the way, he saw the adjutant running in panic. The latter shouted loudly: "Sir, our striker was shelled!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a whistle above the sky, and the shocking sound was palpable. Less than a second later, a 203-mm shell fell off.
The voice of palpitations made Kulik ’s head numb, but before he responded, the violent explosion triggered a small earthquake. The head of the subconscious shrugged shoulders just bent over to avoid something, but the vibration from the ground made the ground jump and directly let him fall.
The explosive air wave sweeps through everything, and the shock wave caused by the shock wave is enough to break the glass within a few kilometers. Although there was no glass at the scene, there were many people within a few hundred meters around the center of the bombardment. The dramatic changes in air pressure caused the eardrum to tingle and lose balance.
Dramatic environmental changes made people dizzy, and Kulik head fell to the ground and gasped. Under such heavy artillery bombardment, no matter how strong the body is, it is no different from mud. The smoke from the explosion captivated his eyes, and it was difficult to tell what it was to get up.
"Damn, what the **** is going on?" Lying on the ground for more than a minute, Kulik could only bend over and bump into the dark smoke like headless flies. At this time, the second 203-mm shell fell again, and the tremors and loud noises struck again, causing him to lie down again.
A few times back and forth, Captain Kulik tasted enough of the long-range heavy artillery. He knew that he should happen to be not at the center of the shelling, but it should also be close to the shelling. His nose and mouth were bleeding, his ears were buzzing, and his chest was extremely uncomfortable, as if his internal organs had moved.
After a while, the shelling finally stopped, and Kulik could only lie on the ground motionless. Waiting for the smoke to disperse, he could clearly see his condition in a daze. The howitzer, which was about three or four hundred meters away from him, was even stared at, and a dozen shells turned the land there.
The position of the third group of howitzer companies is like a crater on the moon, one crater surrounded by another. The original four 105mm howitzers completely disappeared, and the people and vehicles of the howitzer company disappeared. The area of two or three football fields becomes a life restricted area.
"Fuck, why is this so?" The head of Kulik looks like the most desolate wilderness tramp, with his hair upright and fluffy, and his clothes messy and broken. He had a dark face and muttered to himself, like a fool.
Speaking, Kulik discovered that he seemed unable to hear any sound. He touched his ears. He bleeds in his ears. He looks deaf.
A dozen rounds of 203-mm artillery shells are considered a scourge to the entire third regiment. The howitzer disappeared directly, and the regiment was scattered. The most important thing is the collapse of morale. The survivors on the entire battlefield are like lonely ghosts, staggering like the lowest zombies.
That's the end of a group?
Although the casualties are not heavy, the spirit of the entire regiment is destroyed. In the past, they used artillery to bombard all kinds of poor people with nowhere to go. Today, I finally tasted the feeling of being shelled, and the shells are bigger and more terrible!
For a long time, Kulik walked into his regiment tent. Yesterday he ordered a rest in place here, thinking about waiting to regain his energy during the day and then go into the city and vent. Who knew he had become a target for others to vent their anger.
There is no shadow of a ghost that has escaped in the tent of the regiment. The tent is tipped and tilted, and the tables and chairs stacked with ammunition boxes are scattered all over the ground. Several radio stations can still work, and occasionally a call comes out from it.
"Sir, Mr. Kulik, I'm Hal from a battalion. We need support from the bombardment, and quickly suppress the enemy's artillery fire, otherwise we will not be able to withdraw and the entire battalion will be finished." The shouts of the heart-splitting lungs, among which the rumbling cannon can also be heard.
The third group regiment of the howitzer company was the thick w90 tube with a long range, but only one powerful one. And the third battalion and one battalion are twelve six-six howitzers.
Only for the subordinate's call for help, the tranced Kulik can't hear it at all. He can only stand in the tent of the regiment and shouted: "Where are the people? Where have everyone been?"
No one is still a ghost leader!
No more men, how can world's end be mixed?
The brainheaded Kulik scrambled in the tent of the regiment. When he ran out of the tent, he saw a scattered convoy rushing past him. This was the second battalion that had just set off. This battalion avoided two shellings, but was frightened by the power of two heads of rain and flew to flee.
One car after another ran in front of Kulik, and he tried to come forward to intercept, but no one took care of him. At this time, everyone was frightened by the fierce bombardment, and even the officers lost their courage to resist. The only thought of hundreds of people quickly escaped.
The vehicle rushed past without anyone staying. At the end, a running crooked car appeared in front of Kulik. This car somehow collapsed, and five unlucky eggs shouted in the running car.
Best shouted: "Raphael, are you going to take us there? Should we not surrender to the troops in the city at this time and tell them our identity?"
Raphael, who is driving, is trying to control the steering wheel. He also shouted angrily: "At this time, you should not avoid it first? Who knows you are an enemy on the battlefield? Anyway, the shells have no eyes." >
When the five unlucky eggs fled in front of Kulik, the damaged car finally could n’t help but drive down the shoulder and bumped into a dirt pit, and the engine could no longer be turned off. When they got off and tried to get the car out of the pit, the embarrassed Kulik suddenly came out and grabbed Raphael.
If it were n’t for Kulik to look like a lunatic without a gun in his hand, Raphael and others could kill him immediately. But when Kulik snarled a few words and tried to re-command the five unlucky eggs, Raphael suddenly stared at the gray-faced guy for a long time.
"This guy seems to be Kulik."
"Who is Kulik?"
"The head of the third regiment used to be a ruthless role of the Django family. He once ambushed a group of special police in Mexico, killed more than a dozen special police on the roadside, and cut off the special police ears and sent them The President at the time. "
It sounds awesome.
Five hapless eggs stopped surprisingly and slowly surrounded Kulik. Kulik, who was still screaming, also realized that something was wrong, but he could only support the scene with a slur, saying that he was not guilty.
However, when Kulik used a violent gesture to express his identity in order to intimidate the Raphael gang, the five unlucky eggs rushed together.
"Catch him, this is an important captive."
"I strangled his neck, I strangled. We are going to develop, we have captured the senior officers of the enemy. I want to avenge my family!"
"This is really a fat sheep that God gave us. I can buy enough food for my wife, and my child should be able to feed him. I will not let go even if I die!"