Chapter 561 - He’s Still Alive (2/2)

Thomas immediately scrambled up and saluted. “Sir!”

And then he ran into the truck and hurriedly contacted the headquarters at the shore base, requesting for artillery fire and providing them the coordinates.

There was the sound of gunfire breaking out every now and then, and suddenly a frantic voice called through the walkie-talkie requesting for backup. All of this seemed very much like signs of defeat. They had been a company of more than 100 soldiers, and yet they could not handle a single Hua Nation man. It was both terrifying and deeply disappointing.

“Captain, headquarters has responded. They will lay down artillery fire in five minutes!” Thomas rushed to report to Powell, leaping out of the vehicle as soon as he contacted the shore base.

“Excellent, let’s go! Let’s leave this place!”

Powell chuckled coldly. And then he grabbed Rice, who had been lying on the ground, and pulled him up by his collar. He kicked the man in his butt and bellowed, “Get in the vehicle if you don’t want to die!”

Obviously, Rice did not want to die. After he returned to his senses, he rushed into the vehicle as quickly as he could.

The three of them drove off and headed toward the road outside the forest. As soon as they hit the straight road, there was the shrill, hair-raising sound of something tearing through the air. They looked up and saw a flight of guided missiles that looked like mini rockets. There was a tail of flames trailing behind each of the missiles as they streaked through the air, plunging toward the forest.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The earth-shattering explosions resounded and rang in their ears. Tons of earth and trees were blown up and turned into nothing more than dust. The earth shook, and the entire forest was buried in the sea of flames. No living creature would be able to make it out of the explosions alive.”

“Haha, haha…”

Powell laughed uproariously and manically. His smile was savage and horrifying, but at the same time, there were still traces of pain and insanity in his expression.

Thomas and Rice were dealing with their own mental breakdown. There were still dozens of their own men in there, and now they were trapped in the strike zone. Nobody would be able to return alive, and they would all be blown up there, their bodies never to be recovered. They were completely devastated, and this was taking a toll on their conscience as well.

A few minutes later…

After the barrage of guided missiles stopped, there was the thick smell of explosive fumes that permeated the air. The forest in front of their eyes had been thoroughly leveled and destroyed, and the roaring flames were leaping fiercely, feeding off all the wood. There were no two ways about–nothing could survive this.

“Is… is he dead?”

Thomas’s gaze was wavering as he stared at that area in a trance. The entire area had been bombed by the guided missiles.

Powell and Rice were both awed by the devastation. “What person in there would make it out alive?” Powell said.

“That’s right, who would survive? Our own men are all dead,” Rice muttered. His gaze was blank and listless.

“As long as Mie dies, then all the sacrifices would have been worth it.”

Powell calmed down a little. He patted Rice on the shoulder and consoled him. “I have no doubt that you’ll be thanking me once we go home and receive our commendations and promotions.”

Rice laughed, a derisive sort of chuckle. No matter how he looked at it, rising up the ranks by sacrificing his own men was unacceptable.

“Argh!”

Suddenly, Thomas screamed in shock and collapsed onto the ground. His eyes were wide as he stared ahead in shock.

“What the f*ck you are screaming for?” Powell roared.

Thomas raised a trembling hand and pointed into the distance. “He… he’s still alive…” he mumbled.