579 The Rain of Destruction (1/2)

Chapter 579: The Rain of Destruction

Translator: _Min_Editor: Caron_

In the bushes, two soldiers leaned against a tree while cautiously scanning their surroundings.

Behind them were anti-air machine guns. These weapons were usually powerless against fighters, but once they formed a numerical advantage, even fourth generation fighters would be afraid of diving through the dense waves of bullets.

Beside the anti-air machine guns was a box of Spike RPG rockets; it was provided by UA as an addition to Country F's close-range air defense.

The surroundings were quiet with only the sound of bugs heard, unique to subtropical rainforests.

The humid climate made it extremely easy to feel sleepy. In order to not fall asleep, the two soldiers began to chat.

”How long do you think the war will last?”

”I don't know, maybe two months? Or it could be three months.”

”That's so problematic… Why can't I be a part of the 14th division?” The man with a mustache drove away the butterfly resting on top of his rifle as he muttered in annoyance.

”The 14th Division? Is it fun to be with the infected? I remember all the people who went had to sign a voluntary disclosure. Until a vaccine comes out, you can't come out after you go in.” A young-looking man rested his rifle on his arm and laughed.

”You don't understand.” The man with the mustache laughed, got closer and whispered, ”The cleaners are the emperors on the inside, but being a cleaner is still a bit dangerous since you have to interact with the infected. The people in logistics have the best jobs - think about all the girls in the safe zone… Haha, you can play with them however you want.”

”What if you can't come out?”

”Then I can't come out,” the man said decisively.

”I have a girlfriend.” A breeze of wind blew by and the young man scanned the still bushes with disinterest.

”If you go there, you'll have a lot of girlfriends,” the man with a mustache joked.

While the two chattered, a transparent ghost sneaked by the two of them.

The infrared indicator the size of a button was placed not far behind them. The faint light under the disguise of the bushes was as unnoticeable as a ladybug among ferns.

When all the markers were placed, the Ghost Agent arrived at the edge of the battlefield and retreated through a small helicopter.

On the helicopter, she opened her communication device.

”All markers have been placed.”

At the same time, ten thousand meters in the sky, an Aurora-20 pilot ended cruising mode and opened the infrared radar.

”Affirmative.”

On the black and white screen, tons of red square boxes instantly locked onto the white signal source.

The pilot checked the radar, confirmed the attack radius and height, and opened the safety switch before pressing the red button.

”This is Shooter-2, MXJ-11 is starting to deploy…”

The button of the hull opened and a bomb painted with red paint separated from the rack.

Without a bright trail of flames, it was only an unnoticeable black dot that dropped from the sky.

When its elevation reached 2000 meters, the shell of the bomb instantly separated, exposing the bullets inside.

Like seeds dropped from a seeding plane, they bloomed into flowers in the green forest.

Its name was death.

The explosion came out of nowhere in the targeted forest. Sparks and shrapnel flew in the forest and shredded everything in the vicinity.

It was the rain of death.

MXJ-11, nicknamed smallpox, weighed 1,200 pounds, was divided into high explosive and piercing types, and belonged to PAC end-guided cluster bombs - an imitation version. An MXJ-11 contained 88 sub-bombs with end guidance that, when thrown to a specified height, released all the sub-bombs and eliminated all locked targets in the target area under the screening of the intelligence program.

Seventy-four air defense targets were eliminated in a flash. The airstrike came from ten thousand meters above and the sentinels on guard didn't even have the time to take cover from the explosions…

Because the explosions were too dazzling, the pilot turned off the infrared instrument and pressed the radio on the helmet.

”This is Shooter-2. Air defense points have been cleared, over.”

”Shooter-3 and 4, received. Short range attack initiated. Shooter-1 and 5, the enemy 'little birds' are left to you.”