Chapter 1326: The Tail The world suddenly fell quiet.
Only a convoy of eleven heavy trucks remained, bouncing along through the mud. In conditions like these, drivers whose vehicles had poor off-road capabilities had little to say beyond cursing.
Eight trucks hauled six Type 96 122mm howitzers and a fraction of their ammunition load. Two carried the artillerymen and an infantry squad. The last towed Li Bai's trailer-mounted RV.
You got what you paid for. The trailer-mounted RV had excellent suspension. Even on uneven, deeply rutted roads, it could still get through. By the time the jolts reached the cabin, they had become gentle sways, and the next bump often canceled out much of the motion.
The guns being dragged along looked every bit as intimidating, despite being covered in waterproof, dustproof tarpaulins. Their long, thick barrels were the perfect visual deterrent.
Forget a place like Somalia—even across the entire African Continent, six 122mm guns, with plenty of ammunition and skilled artillerymen, could go wherever they pleased.
The mercenaries trailing far behind were all on edge, afraid that Big Shot up ahead might suddenly stop and turn around to fire a shell at them.
With the range of 122mm guns, even without extended-range shells, they wouldn't stand a chance of escaping, even if they turned and ran the instant the guns fired.
Boom!
An area the size of two basketball courts would become a living hell in an instant. Who could survive?
They probably wouldn't even need to finish three volleys to wipe out all the mercenaries behind them.
As time passed, more and more mercenaries fell behind, just as Li Bai had predicted.
Some mercenary teams had set out in a hurry and hadn't brought enough fuel. If they couldn't turn back in time, they'd likely end up stranded