"My Fak!?"
Amidst the bright light and deafening roar, the hot wind and sand swept the moisture from my face.
As Lewis sat in the car, feeling as if his eardrums had been ripped apart, he looked back and saw only a few destroyed tanks belching black smoke.
The driver inside, even if not killed by the explosion, must have been killed by the shockwave.
But that's not all.
In the next ten seconds or so, dozens more bombs rained down from the sky, blowing up a large number of tanks.
It was truly devastating.
Only then did the Golden Hand Gang members realize that their enemy came from the sky.
But looking up at the sky, there was no sign of the plane.
At this moment, Lewis was not only shocked, but also puzzled.
Now that it's been so long since the apocalypse, which bunkers still maintain air power? And how were such accurate missiles preserved?
But there was no time to think.
The tanks behind me began to explode, the booming sounds echoing incessantly, the smell of gunpowder and thick smoke instantly obscuring the entire area.
Only then did Lewis feel his hearing returning somewhat. He was about 800 meters from the tank formation, and the explosion didn't affect him too much; it just made his chest feel tight.
Some of his underlings were carrying rifles and randomly firing into the sky, purely for their own comfort.
Lewis made his decision after only two glances.
escape!
They have no anti-aircraft weapons; staying here is simply waiting to die.
So he grabbed the driver, who was dazed and confused from the explosion, pointed to another road, and frantically shouted, "GOGOGO!!!"
The driver was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, turned the steering wheel, and stepped on the gas, darting into a small road that hadn't been damaged by the bombing.
Meanwhile, Lewis also radioed the rest of the gang to evacuate, but whether they could hear him, or even get out, was another matter entirely, as they were suffering from tinnitus and shrouded in thick smoke...
Inside the command vehicle.
The collapse of the Golden Hand Gang was expected by everyone.
These people wouldn't be a match for air forces even before the apocalypse, let alone now.
"Let's go, all their tanks are destroyed, let's give them the final blow."
Also, a few cars just escaped. Send someone to chase them down. If they can't be caught, open fire immediately.
The Mutual Aid Society convoy, which had been parked at the valley's exit, sped up and surrounded a group of pickup trucks and jeeps. The Golden Hand Gang members on board tried to escape in their vehicles, but under the tutelage of the heavy machine gun, they quickly learned a lesson.
That means if you get hit by a heavy machine gun, you'll die.
"Lay down your weapons and surrender! You have one minute to consider!" a soldier shouted in both Chinese and English through a Horn mounted on the vehicle, while continuing to pull the trigger of the heavy machine gun, firing a volley of bullets.
The tapping sound was still clearly audible amidst the crackling flames.
Even with tinnitus and deafness, the members of the Golden Hand Gang knew what this meant.
Almost without hesitation, everyone threw the guns they were holding far away and then walked out in silence.
Wang Lei donned full protective gear and went out with the others to receive the prisoners.
Zhang Tianyuan then ordered the driver to take the logistics convoy and some soldiers around the battlefield to the Golden Hand Gang's camp to check out the situation there.
It's worth mentioning that Mie Juan, the "official" driver, was not on the expedition list this time. She has now been sent to Wandering Spacetime to take her driver's license test as a talent for time-space communication.
At the same time.
The slaves, both men and women, who had been hastily imprisoned by the Golden Hand Gang, now lived in fear and unease in their dilapidated, pigsty-like dwellings.
"Why did the owners leave in such a hurry?" a child suddenly asked.
A middle-aged man frowned and couldn't help but say, " Chris, they are not our masters. No one is our master. Apart from being more wicked than us, they are just like us in every other way..."
Just as the man was trying to correct the child's misconceptions, he was suddenly pulled by someone.
Someone kindly reminded him, "Zhao, stop talking nonsense, or you'll get hung up and beaten again."
The man named "Zhao" paused, exchanged a glance with the person who had reminded him, and said, "Call me Zhao Ge."
Just when everyone thought he would quiet down, he suddenly stood up, looked down at the crowd who were squatting on the ground with their legs drawn up, and said something even more terrifying:
"They haven't come back yet, something terrible must have happened. I'm going to break down the door and escape while I still can. Who wants to come with me?"
"Am I with you?"
After he finished speaking, the crowd, which had been making faint noises, fell silent and stared at him in disbelief.
No one responded.
Almost everyone hugged their legs even tighter.
"Is no one willing to come with me? Are you all cowards?"
Zhao Ge met everyone's gaze.
Men, women, children, and the elderly.
No one wanted to make eye contact with him.
"Damn it! A bunch of cowards!" Zhao Ge suddenly went berserk, smashing the steel-welded gate repeatedly. When his fists couldn't break it, he used his feet. When that still didn't work, he looked for tools.
He swung the hoe in the "pigsty" with great force, smashing the gate loudly.
Seeing that he couldn't break down the door, Zhao Ge, with red eyes, immediately started digging at the wall.
The surrounding slaves did not stop them, but both men and women kept their distance, huddling in a corner, almost turning into a ball.
Suddenly, the sound of a car came through clearly.
The slaves screamed in terror.
"Master is back! Stop him!"
"Hold this madman down!"
Three or four men jumped out from among the slaves, trying to pin Zhao Ge to the ground.
In this way, even if they prevented a slave from escaping, they would not be punished.
However, Zhao Ge, who had already gone mad, roared loudly when he saw them coming, while wielding his hoe with great force. The men who had been there only dared to loiter on the periphery and did not dare to approach at all.
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a cutting sound suddenly rang out from outside.
"Ah!"
Upon hearing the noise outside, the slaves huddled on the ground immediately huddled together and screamed in terror.
Even Zhao Ge suddenly stopped moving, staring blankly at the rattling door. Only the hoe he was gripping tightly hinted at his unease.
Hiss--
The dimly lit room was deathly silent, with only the cutting sounds outside the door constantly assaulting everyone's ears.
Zhao Ge gradually calmed down and prepared to face his fate.
Suddenly, the cutting sound stopped, and only the sound of the chainsaw spinning idle remained. Then even the sound of the chainsaw disappeared.
Boom!
The door suddenly slammed shut outwards, sending up a gust of wind.
Light streamed in through the doorway, and Zhao's expression twisted into a grimace as he stared intently at the light.
Until one person appeared.
"Everyone, you are liberated..."