After one round of shelling, the lieutenant colonel did not stop firing. He signaled for the second group of shells to be loaded.
Only after five full salvos did the lieutenant colonel finally order the bombardment to stop.
Rain dripped onto the scorching gun barrels, sending up wisps of green smoke.
The lieutenant colonel raised his infrared binoculars and looked toward the factory in the distance. All he could see was a sea of thick smoke.
After watching for a while, he waved to the soldiers beside him to release Ning Kangping, who wore an expression of utter despair, and issued his orders.
"Advance slowly. Sweep the battlefield. Leave no survivors!"
"Yes, sir!"
Dozens of armored vehicles fanned out in a net, closing in on the factory several kilometers away.
Ning Kangping scrambled to his feet and hurried after them, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Perhaps they were still alive...
A few minutes later, the armored vehicles reached the factory, and the soldiers, armed to the teeth, began their search.
Five rounds of saturation bombing were enough to melt steel into molten iron. Even if any highly skilled martial artists had somehow survived, they would have been gravely wounded and utterly unable to fight back. At the sporadic gunshots, they were picked off one by one.
Most of the bodies had been blasted into scraps by the shells, mixed into the black, rain-filled puddles like a pot of meat soup. It was impossible to tell who was who.
The sky was pitch-black, and the cold wind cut like a knife. Ning Kangping searched through the mangled heap of bodies, hoping to find someone and dreading what he might see, his heart tormented beyond measure.
Every time a gunshot rang out, his heart gave a violent twitch. When he