They were all pinned down there, too afraid to come closer.
Bang! Jiang Yan Hai shot down another enemy who had been itching to make a move, then asked, "How are the other directions?"
"The enemy is trying to get closer, but all threatening targets have already been picked off by the snipers. They can't inflict any damage. There are currently around fifty people at Target Number 2's position."
"There are around seventy people at Position 3. No threats."
"There are around sixty people at Position 4. No threats."
"There are currently thirty people at Position 5. No threats."
The others reported the enemies within their fields of view one after another. Jiang Yan Hai nodded. There were the most on his side. Not counting the dozens he had blown up earlier and the forty-eight later killed by snipers, there were still more than twenty hiding there, while another two or three hundred waited farther away, ready to charge over.
However, they did not have many threatening weapons. The drones had already spotted the enemy artillery, but the enemy had no good firing position. Their guns were all small-caliber artillery pieces; if they wanted to attack, they could only choose an open direction.
Either they hauled them onto the rooftops of nearby buildings—but carrying those cannons upstairs was easier said than done—or they used the only open direction on the ground.
That was Jiang Yan Hai's direction. There was an open stretch of land three and a half to four and a half kilometers directly in front of him.
As for anti-tank guns and the like, they were useless. Their shells had limited range, only a little over two kilometers, and they were all direct-fire weapons.
So those anti-tank guns had no chance of getting close enough to attack. The