Jiang Yan Hai calmly watched the firelight in the distance. The others all wore shocked expressions as well. Not everyone had the chance to witness the power of humanity's weapons of war from such close range.
"So? How were the fireworks?" Jiang Yan Hai asked.
Black Lion and the others were all stunned. Of course, they knew where this had come from. It should have been Cruise Missiles launched from a warship. Although Americans like Black Lion and Bob Lee had fought on battlefields in the Middle East—
—they had rarely seen Cruise Missiles deliver such concentrated bombardment with their own eyes.
Not to mention the ordinary people inside the factory. They had no idea what was happening outside, but they could still hear the terrifying explosions and feel the ground shaking.
All kinds of frightened screams even erupted from inside the factory.
Hearing Jiang Yan Hai's question, the others were speechless. You called that fireworks?!
"Everyone, get down there. We're going out to clean up the battlefield. Old He, have your men hold the factory," Jiang Yan Hai said gravely.
"Yes!" Everyone immediately checked their weapons, rushed out from their hiding places, climbed into the four off-road vehicles they had arrived in, and sped toward the battlefield.
As they approached their destination at high speed, they had no choice but to detour. The four Yingji-18 missiles that had struck the nearest bombing tanks had blasted four enormous craters into the ground, each eight or nine meters across and nearly two meters deep.
The four craters connected together, artificially forming a massive trench. The wreckage of the four tanks was still burning, and Jiang Yan Hai's group did not dare approach. Who the hell knew whether there were any unexploded tank shells left in those half-destroyed tanks?
If there were,