Chapter 472: The New Order 2
"Be careful, he has a rocket launcher!"
Airon grabbed the radio and quickly informed. By this time, George was breaking out in a cold sweat as he saw the front armored vehicle come to a halt on the side.
But soon George understood what was happening, so he slowed down, turned the steering wheel to the side to avoid the line of fire, and the other armored vehicles followed suit.
When everyone felt somewhat safe, Airon raised the radio again and reported, "Make way for the tank to take the lead, I also need some damn air support!"
He had no intention of risking the lives of his soldiers because he knew very well that even though the scene a moment ago didn't look so bad, a rocket launcher could cause a lot of damage, even to a military Humvee.
It was possible that some of his men had died, so Airon felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't like losing soldiers, let alone in operations where the outcome was decided even before acting.
If Airon had let the tanks take the lead from the beginning, if he had attacked without considering innocent casualties, his men wouldn't have been injured.
But knowing that he might suffer more losses later, Airon had adjusted his mind to let these things happen without acting on the spot. He had always been a cold man from the start, so omitting these kinds of feelings wasn't too difficult.
Still, in these kinds of conditions, feeling guilty was inevitable. It's a feeling that every commander has experienced at some point in their life.
"Abraham, tear those bastards apart!"
"Hahaha, just messed up some idiots on machine guns!"
There was a muffled response from the intercom, and soon the cannon of a tank slowly turned in their direction. Simon's black armored vehicle had broken through the wall by this time and was about to escape from Airon's people.
Boom!
However, in the next moment, there was a deafening roar that shook the ground around the tank. A huge burst of fire flashed from the tank's barrel, and the ground not far from the side of the distant armored vehicle suddenly exploded.
In an instant, mud splattered, and large chunks of concrete stuck to the side of the armored vehicle, creating a massive pothole in the ground.
Abraham, who was operating the main gun in the tank, cursed silently. He didn't expect his reliable shot to go wrong. He quickly reloaded and planned to take another shot.
At this moment, a plume of smoke suddenly appeared behind the armored vehicle, and another rocket flew from the front.
The tank was moving forward at this moment, and the opponent seemed to have poor aim. The rocket flew hundreds of meters in an instant and grazed the side of the tank.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on Abraham's forehead, and he cursed with a loud laugh. The people beside him were sweating cold when they saw their captain laughing.
Right at this moment, there was another loud noise from behind.
Boom!
It turned out that someone had used explosives that severely injured some soldiers, causing the others to make sure no enemies were left alive, shooting until they were sure no one remained.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted in the city, and everyone was shocked. Those survivors in tattered clothes could only huddle in the corner and tremble in fear, worried about bullets that could be directed at them at any moment.
Boom, boom!
The tank fired two shots again, but they were slightly off target. This made Abraham shout in anger and order the driver to move, but the vehicle had already turned to the right.
"Get out!"
The hatch of the tank opened, and Airon jumped inside with a thud, quickly taking the driver's seat.
In this way, the chase continued further away from the city, and Simon knew that getting rid of an unstoppable tank would be difficult, so they relied on finding a safe place to hide first.
Relying on their familiarity with the city, they kept moving, trying to throw off their pursuers and find an opportunity to escape the tank's chase. Whenever they could distance themselves by a few hundred meters, they could seize the chance to leave the city.
Simon held a radio and kept repeating something, while Simon continued to give orders to the driver to drive faster. The poor driver felt like crying; in a matter of minutes, he had been slapped several times on the head and felt dizzy throughout the entire escape.
Shaking his head, he made another sharp turn and drove the armored vehicle into a narrow alley. The vehicle's armor left traces on the walls on both sides as the armored vehicle entered the alley.
At the end of the alley, there was another road, and the black armored vehicle stopped there.
The group of people inside the armored vehicle looked back nervously. After about ten seconds, they clearly heard the rumbling sound coming from a distance, and the tank that was chasing them finally caught up.
Meanwhile, a man held a rocket launcher aimed in one direction, without blinking, planning to shoot the tank as soon as it appeared in his line of sight.
As long as a rocket hits, it doesn't matter if the enemy is dead or not; at least it can be guaranteed that they won't be able to reach them for a while. At that moment, they will definitely be able to escape. While they can save their lives, they will have a chance to get away from the enemy and never return.
Simon, who had been talking non-stop on the radio, suddenly stopped, with a sinister smile on his face. Even Samuel couldn't help but tremble and quickly asked, "What's happening?"
The smile on Simon's face gradually grew bigger, and he finally looked wide-eyed at the other side of the alley, where the barrel of a tank slowly appeared.
"Hahaha, those bastards are going to die! I've made contact with that organization. They're interested in the origin of the ones attacking us!"
Samuel was also surprised when he heard these words and immediately asked, "You mean that group?"
Simon nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting into a cruel smile.
"These people have an elite group. They possess a massive arsenal of military weapons. If that organization knows about their existence, what do you think will happen to them?"
"Hey, hey..."
Just as the two looked at each other and smiled, the man holding the bazooka finally pulled the trigger, and the rocket once again drew a trail of smoke and flew directly towards the tank, which had exposed most of its body.
The people in the armored vehicle watched as the rocket was fired, and their eyes were filled with madness, as if they wanted to influence the rocket's trajectory.
Closer and closer!
According to the current situation, the rockets would hit the side of the tank after it was fully exposed, and then they could accelerate and confidently leave. When they return with those people, they will be able to completely deal with them.
Simon's group seemed to have witnessed the tank being pierced, and unconsciously, their lips curled upwards.
However, the next scene left them stunned. They saw the advancing tank come to a sudden stop and then move back in a strange manner.
Yet, it was this slight distance that drastically changed things. The rocket barely missed the front of the tank and exploded in a residential house in the distance. A large hole opened up, with smoke still billowing from it.
As soon as the rocket's trajectory was known, the tank changed direction again. Its massive body blocked the other side of the alley, and at the same time, the cannon that was originally facing forward aimed at the armored vehicle.
"Goodbye, bastards!"
With the shame of missing several consecutive shots and apologizing for his fallen comrades, Abraham tightly squeezed the trigger.
Boom!
A projectile struck the armored vehicle accurately, and the black body was instantly engulfed in flames. Then, a violent explosion followed, and the armored vehicle finally burst apart.
The tank made a U-turn in place without deviating, directly entering from the alley. The houses on both sides were destroyed by the absolute power of this giant steel beast, and large chunks of wood fell to the ground.
Boom.
The two vehicles collided, and the armored vehicle was pushed forward by the tank, moving slowly. Finally, when the tank was completely out of the alley, Airon emerged.
Soon, some people surrounded the armored vehicle, skillfully hiding around its body. Airon quickly opened the door. There was a hole in Simon's vehicle. When he turned on his flashlight and shone it inside, he saw a disaster.
The interior of the car was filled with corpses. Airon gestured for the others to wait a moment, pulled out his weapon, and shot each of the thighs of these corpses one by one.
"Ah!"
A corpse that was being suppressed suddenly let out a scream after being shot. Airon sneered, reached out, grabbed the person, and forcibly pulled them out.
Simon's bloodied face appeared in front of everyone. He gritted his teeth and smirked, as if to show his favor.
"Listen, it wasn't me who wanted to chase after you at that time. I even helped you. That lunatic wanted to kill you all, so I killed him! You can't kill me for this!"
At this moment, everyone looked at him coldly. No matter how Simon performed, he couldn't escape the fate of being killed today.
Simon also felt the determination in the gazes of the people looking at him. He suddenly stopped smiling, his cold eyes scanning everyone's faces and finally stopping at Airon.
"If they come, all of you will die without a chance to survive, you damn scum..."
"It's not what you did to me back then, but what you did to all those people."
Bang!
Airon didn't give him a chance to continue speaking and shot him in the head.
"Airon, what did he mean earlier? Are there other forces we don't know about?"
Airon looked at the corpse on the ground, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'll give you half an hour to gather all the survivors and load supplies. We'll retreat from this place in half an hour."
"Yes, sir!"
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