Chapter 282: Mushrooms in the valley...

The scene in front of him reminded Major Passarella of the hell described in the Bible. Several bodies that had been blown into pieces for several years were scattered around, and were covered with mud and blood. It was covered with a layer of dust that was blown into the air by the power of the explosion.

There was a deep pit on the ground, and there were shoes and military caps of unknown people falling from inside. The drummers who were supposed to be standing in front of the team beating the drums and guiding the army forward were now lying several meters around the explosion. Several wounded men standing behind the drummers and being affected by the explosion were moaning in pain. Two of them had obvious huge wounds on their legs, and one was between the chest and abdomen, and it seemed that a huge hole was pulled out from the side by shrapnel. Blood was flowing out like a fountain. The soldier's face had no trace of blood, and the traces of life were gradually fading.

One leg fell into the five-meter-long team behind, and a broken hand was hanging on the treetop next to it.

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

"Oh!" Liang Pengfei clenched his fist excitedly. At this moment, the picy acid made a contribution. It is worthy of being a fierce explosive with extremely powerful explosion. Its power is the most powerful in this era. You should know that the power of a pound of picy acid explosion is equivalent to ten pounds of ammonia nitrate, and even more than a 100 pounds of black gunpowder explosion.

In the past, the unconscience cannon was the most powerful weapon of destruction in Liang Pengfei's hands. Now, the explosion power of a mine with a dose of one and a half picy acid has left the unconscience cannon behind him far away.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it seems that the explosive power of picy sour is indeed stronger than that of tnt, but unfortunately it is too easy to corrode the metal." Liang Pengfei was still imagining it with dissatisfaction. If he modified the conscience-free cannon and fired 16 kilograms of picy sour, he didn't know what it would look like.

Not to mention that Young Master Liang was scrambling in the hidden place on the slope, the soldiers in the trench below him were also stunned. He never thought that the power of the mine was so great. You know, before they became soldiers of the Special Battalion, they all fought on the battlefield with Liang Pengfei, and even saw the power of the conscience-free cannons. But now, when they think of such a small amount of landmines (compared to the conscience-free cannons wrapped in sixteen kilograms of black gunpowder). They actually had such terrifying power, which really made them feel deeply excited while fearing, because this weapon belongs to them.

"What the hell is this?" Passarella saw the only squad drummer who could still sit aside and breathe by himself, and strode forward and grabbed George, the drummer who was sitting on the side of the road and breathing in big mouths.

George seemed to be the only one of these drummers who had complete body, but even so, the strong explosion still made his military uniform covered with flesh and dust from his comrades. On that dull face, all the aura was lost in those eyes, leaving only deep fear.

After hearing Passarella's roar, George seemed to blink his eyelashes in response. He opened his blood-lost trembling lips: "O God, my God..."

Passarella slapped George with anger, finally regaining his sanity. "I don't know what's going on, Major, I'm just pounding the war drum and walking forward, and I don't know why the man flew up."

"Major, I have seen such a tragic situation." At this time, the artillery lieutenant Bill, who ran here from the artillery in the middle of the army, came to see the situation, and came to Pasarella's ear. "It was like a powder barrel exploded in the middle of them that would cause such a tragic situation."

But soon, Lieutenant Bill had to overturn his conclusion. "My God..." After checking the explosion site, Major Passarella closed his eyes and prayed. His heart was filled with fear. What was this? Could it be that there was a large vat filled with gunpowder just now? In that case, unless his soldiers were blind, it would be impossible not to see it.

Apart from a few pieces of iron inlaid in the wounds of his soldiers, Major Passarella never found anything useful.

"Let the soldiers be alert on the spot and send scouts to search the valleys on both sides to see if there is an ambush. I have a bad premonition, something seems to be wrong here." Major Passarella threw the broken iron piece that was deformed and blood-stained to the ground, and turned his eyes to the valley on both sides whose sight was blocked by dense tropical shrubs. He gave a loud order, his hand had already placed on the command knife at his waist, and his right hand had already held the short musket with a bored musket in his hand. But before he finished speaking, a sharp roar suddenly appeared on the hillside to the east, and a meteor-like object that was faintly glowing under the sun rose from the height of the valley and flew into the sky.

The Bai Shusheng, who was so dirty that the gunpowder exhaust gas was smoking, was watching a red signal flare rising with resentment. The signal flare that Master Liang called was actually a big firework.

In the evil taste of Master Liang, he can only launch an attack after firing a signal flare. However, Bai Shusheng who ignited this signal flare was a disaster for eight lifetimes. The fuse of this red signal flare seemed to be a little problem, and as a result, he almost burned his eyebrows to the point of ignition.

", next time, this kind of work will be left to a rough man like Monk Chen to do it more." Bai Shusheng made up his mind in tears.

"Oh..." Although he was not sure what the thing played, Passarella, who had experienced the battlefield, immediately felt the danger. At this moment, he saw countless black dots flying from the half slope.

The mercenaries thought it was a bird, but soon felt something was wrong, because after the black shadows drew an arc in the air, they began to descend.

"What is this?" Almost all mercenaries, including those Dutch officers, had such a question. Soon, the answer was solved. The explosion and airflow, which was so dense that it was as crisp as the beans thrown into the red-hot wok, instantly made the Dutch mercenaries who stayed in the middle of the avenue at the bottom of the valley tasted the greatness.

The explosions one after another, the broken feet and broken arms were flying in the air, the screams of people and the wrath of horses were intertwined, and some people were even lifted into the air by the dense explosion of airflow, and then the flying shrapnel made a series of terrifying blood grooves on his hanging body, bringing up blood lines flying across the sky.

The artillery that was originally located in the middle of the mercenaries was also ripped off, and the road in which the entire team was located almost instantly turned into a path of death between fireworks and blood.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack, fight back, fight back to the valleys on both sides!" Passarella was lucky enough to escape, but his left forehead was still made a ferocious wound by the splattered shrapnel, and even a white bone was exposed, but it was soon dyed red by the blood gushing out of blood. At this moment, he pushed away the guards who hurriedly bandaged his wounds, waved the command knife in his hand, stared at his eyes stained with blood, and howled in despair.

The Lieutenant George, who was originally standing beside him, was now driven by a wave of air to the road several meters away from him. The soldiers pulled the trigger in panic, and the lead bullets shot out of their rifles ran around aimlessly, hitting holes on the thick branches and leaves.

Some soldiers who could not withstand this terrible blow ran towards the road, hoping to escape the terrible little iron ball landing in the middle of the road. However, they soon repeated the drummer's mistakes, and Liang Pengfei deliberately buried the mines on both sides of the road, finally showed their hideous and terrifying power to these Westerners again. The huge explosion and the rising smoke formed mushroom clouds above the avenue.

However, a large number of lucky people rushed to the safety zone on both sides of the road, but it was only a few more seconds before these terrified mercenaries were slashed out by the bullets shot from the slope, and fell to the ground with a scream.

Komba... After three dull sounds, the screaming mortar shells finally arrived, landing on the infantry cannons that were adjusting the team in an extremely accurate manner, intending to launch a counterattack on the heads of artillery soldiers. They had a stronger destructive power than mines, making these miscellaneous fish-level Dutch mercenaries feel that they are simply worse than death. They could never imagine who would use such terrifying combat power to deal with them.

Some religious madmen even stubbornly believe that this is God's punishment for the sins they committed in the past. They did not even move their weak legs, closed their desperate eyes, touched the cross on their chests, and silently confessed their past sins like martyrs. They waited for the explosion to scatter their bodies into pieces.

Major Passarella kept roaring, waving the sword in his hand again and again, as if he was constantly slashing the non-existent enemies, inspiring the soldiers to bravely fight back against the demons hiding in the valleys on both sides, silently and coldly slaughtering their subordinates.

However, those enemies who have not been revealed since the beginning are still hiding in the damn valley. If their soldiers want to attack, they can only attack with difficulty.

Although these soldiers were just a group of mercenaries who were rushed to the battlefield after training for a while, they were their subordinates under their command after all. Seeing that they didn't even see the enemy's face clearly, they fell one by one before their eyes, Passarella was extremely desperate.
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