88 Bazooka (1/2)

Rumble ...

The little black spot at a distance in the sky turned into a ”stick” shape object with long white smoke trailing at the end. It approached the courtyard at a speed of 300 meters per second.

Chen Fan was at first stunned, but when he heard the rumble in the air, and, after he saw that long white smoke, he absolutely understood that what was approaching definitely was not beneficial to human health, and would not promote social stability and prosperity.

”Rockets ... ”

Chen Fan was not even able to understand why he had to encounter this situation. He immediately became alert and jumped into the pond beside him with a bouncing ability that was even better than Jordan, the Flying man.

Quicker than words were told, both of them that were with Chen Fan on the road noticed the crisis from the air. Their physical strength was pushed to the limit because of the threat of death.

The white-robed man who walked in front of him, threw himself into the bamboo forest, while Chen Shuguang, was zero point two seconds slower and splashed into the pool nearby like Chen Fan.

Just as Chen Fan leaped into the pool beside the cobblestones, the rocket, which had been flying in a straight line, as though being hit by a thunderbolt, smashed into the position where they had stood just a moment ago.

Boom!

At the instant when the bazooka exploded, the ground quivered as though it had been attacked by a seizure. Chen Fan who was not able to fully dive into the pond was unable to move due to the strong force that collided with his upper body after the muffled thundering sound.

The smoke had cleared, leaving only a hole with black smoke on the shady trail. The bamboo trees around the area were pulled out from the ground due to the great impact.

As for the man hiding in the bamboo bushes, his white robe had been stained red with blood, and he was lying motionless on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

How could this feeling be described?

It was as if a child who had a very severe fever for three days and the only thing that came into his mind would be an endless pain. Any other thought would be temporarily forgotten.

Floating like a dead fish in the pool, Chen Fan couldn't hear any sound. He could only feel his skin, which was surrounded by water that was constantly sending out an irregular frequency of a trembling ripple.

Ten seconds later...

After he finally regained control of his body, Chen Fan strenuously turned around his body and kept wheezing.

The shock that Chen Fan's heart experienced was indescribable. He was leisurely strolling in the quiet, shady trail, and at a split-second, he felt as though he experienced space transformation, and was transferred to the central zone of the second world war.

…

Immediately after the explosion, the seven to eight guards who were stationed in the room rushed out, with an AK-47 each, and they fired at the direction of the white mark in the sky that had not been cleared.

Dadada… dadada… dadada...

The bullet from the barrel of the gun produced a hissing sound that could make the eardrum feel like thunder blasted it. It hit a white building that was five hundred meters away at a speed of more than seven hundred meters per second.

The tower, which was as white as jade before the rocket hit, was now, all of a sudden covered with dust like the beach sand being hit by the falling rain.

One of the guards with a blue turban probably felt that these were not enough, so he took out a bazooka with RPG–7 painted on its corners. Two seconds later, a meteor dragging a long white trail of smoke at its back, collided into the building with the speed of lightning.

Chen Fan only felt the air around him shudder a little, and his eardrum tickled. A hole three meters in diameter was ripped out of the white building. The shock wave bands from the blast spread out into the circular blackened walls and there were some splashes of blood on it.

Chen Fan, who thought the war was over, was stunned as though he saw an alien.

Not far away, a heavy-duty bulldozer made by the German Maschinen Company came out from the courtyard causing the ground to tremble as though it was going to split in half.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

Several guards immediately turned the gun and charged the metal monster with rains of ammunition.

However, the bulldozer, with its adze in front, and with the sparks produced by the collision of the bullet, kept heading forward.

One of the guards wanted to run in to get the rocket launcher, but he felt weakness in the knees and fell onto the muddy ground. A stream of blood was flowing out of the man's chest, and his clothes and the ground were dyed red.

Bam...

Blood spurted out from another guard's chest, and he fell to the ground on his head.

Chen Fan could see from where he was standing that behind the bulldozer were several men with handguns who were attacking in the dark.

What a feeling it is!

Even if you watch American gun battles in movies, you can't help but be terrified. But these sub-machine gun and rocket fire battles were real!

Looking at more and more of the gunners coming in from the damaged corner, Chen Fan was nervous. This group of people who dared to use rockets in broad daylight, absolutely would not let Chen Fan leave just because he was a little fairer than them.

His ears were still buzzing as though there were hundreds of bees next to his ear, but his physical qualities allowed him to recover faster than the average man from the attack of the blast.

With his tongue stuck out of his mouth pretending to be dead, Chen Fan's hands moved slightly to the back, pulling out the Luger automatic pistol on his belt.