The Rout
"What?"
Sun Fatty was bewildered. He only knew that when a shell came flying over, he had to hit the ground fast or risk getting struck by the shrapnel flying in all directions.
He had never known that he wasn't supposed to press his chest and stomach against the ground, either.
"When a shell explodes, the violent shaking of the ground travels straight to your internal organs. It can kill you on the spot!"
Li Bai only hoped Sun Fatty would never find himself under heavy artillery fire. The small-caliber shell that had just landed outside wasn't something he needed to worry about like that.
But a large-caliber heavy shell was another matter. Its lethal radius was enormous, and the threat came not just from shrapnel but also from the shock wave.
In past wars, many soldiers caught in heavy artillery bombardments had been killed by the shock alone. Even those within the protection of a bunker weren't necessarily safe. If they heard a shell whistling overhead and hit the ground in time, they still needed to do it properly. Their fragile internal organs couldn't withstand that kind of force.
"Well said, Doctor Li. Have you served in the military?"
At Li Bai's words, Fang Zhiguo, head of the farm's security department, immediately gave him a thumbs-up.
He'd been worried the other man was a rookie, but it seemed they were cut from the same cloth. He instantly felt reassured.
The rout of soldiers who had broken into the farm came running in fits and starts. They were already nearing the small village at the farm's center. Just as Li Bai, Manager Hao, and the others had feared, the losing side in the battle outside the village had no intention of retreating far. Instead, they meant to dig