Title: The Hypocrite
The Chinese soldiers fleeing the scene were shoved off balance by the shock wave behind them. Some pinwheeled through the air for four or five meters before tumbling through the mud, while others pitched face-first into it and couldn't get up for a long while.
Luckily, they were far away—more than three hundred meters out. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gotten off with just a fall.
Two hundred pounds of explosives, and Li Xiao Bai had just let the whole load fly in one go. Here you go...
The blast was far stronger than a heavy artillery strike. In an instant, it stripped away the topsoil across an area nearly half the size of a soccer field.
This was a two-hundred-pound military-grade charge, not the kind used to blast mines.
Even the "Armored Nightmare," with its hill-sized body, hadn't escaped the terrifying explosion unscathed. It flipped head over heels and rolled twenty or thirty meters.
That was only five or six body lengths. The shock wave weakened sharply with every meter from the blast's center. If not for the Armored Nightmare's size and weight, it would've been flung into the sky like a dirt-plane.
The no-recoil gun was one of our army's traditional weapons: simple, cheap, technically unsophisticated, efficient, and powerful. Its only drawback was that it was so powerful it could cover your own position too—second only to a map-clearing weapon.
With an explosive charge that big, who needed shrapnel? The shock wave alone was enough to knock you flat.
Only a lunatic like Li Bai would start by throwing out two hundred pounds.
Anyone else would probably have blown themselves over on the spot.
"Holy crap, that was loud!"
Li Bai stood where he was, digging at his ears.
As a kid, he'd only played with