PFC Chapter 1200 Lying Down
Chapter 1200 Lying Down
As the postal vehicle drew closer to the main convoy and was about to cross the last military police cordon, a sidecar motorcycle struck it head-on.
"Bang" sound.
The metal body of the sidecar motorcycle collided violently, twisted, shattered, and the flying metal fragments scattered like sharp hidden weapons.
The three military policemen on the motorcycle were instantly thrown off their seats by the enormous impact. Their bodies traced three arcs in the air before crashing heavily onto the hard road surface. The dull thud was accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking. The three lay motionless on the ground, blood from their foreheads quickly soaking the road beneath them. Their fate was unknown.
The sidecar motorcycle, along with the light machine gun in its cargo bed, was knocked to its side and overturned. Its wheels spun futilely, dragging the motorcycle several meters across the road, leaving a dark scratch.
The light machine gun was violently struck during the slide, the stock broke, the barrel deformed, and the scattered bullets bounced a few times on the ground before falling silent.
However, the collision did have some effect in slowing the postal truck down abruptly, and a large section of the front of the truck was dented, buying a few precious seconds for the military police truck behind it.
The truck driver roared and jerked the steering wheel, the heavy vehicle shaking violently on the road. The tires screeched against the ground, producing a pungent, burning smell. The surrounding military police scattered and made way. Shouts and orders mingled together, creating a chaotic scene.
At this moment, the postal vehicle was only about 20 meters away from the car where Zhou Zhengqing was. The headlights of the car had already been shattered in the collision, revealing the hideous metal frame inside.
The truck finally managed to make the difficult turn, its front end facing the postal vehicle. The driver slammed on the gas, the engine roaring furiously, and carrying a truckload of heavily armed military police, it rammed into the postal vehicle, determined to stop this out-of-control beast.
The signs of the crisis easing brought a slight sigh of relief to the surrounding military police, but Zhou Zhengqing's heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand. Instead of feeling any relief, his heart sank, and the chilling sense of crisis intensified.
His gaze was fixed on the driver's seat of the postal vehicle. Through the broken window, he could clearly see the appearance of the Kuomintang agent. Dark red blood was constantly dripping from the corner of his mouth, soaking his chest. However, there was no pain on his face. Instead, a relieved smile slowly appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of resolute calmness.
Zhou Zhengqing's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Get down!"
Without thinking, Zhou Zhengqing let out a rapid roar, his voice distorted by extreme tension. He suddenly lowered his body and reached out with his right hand to press down on Terauchi Hisaichi's shoulder, trying to push him down from the seat and avoid the impending deadly crisis.
"boom!"
A dull, thunderous crash suddenly shattered the tranquility of the street as the postal van and truck collided violently, twisting and deforming instantly, the piercing scream of tearing metal extremely harsh.
Boom...
A series of earth-shattering explosions followed.
Rock fragments and twisted metal pieces were violently thrown into the air by the blast wave, then crashed down with a whooshing sound. A truckload of unsuspecting military police was instantly engulfed by the sea of fire and the scorching heat.
The enormous explosion reverberated throughout the street, the echoes reverberating between buildings like thousands of thunderclaps rolling overhead. The blinding flames instantly engulfed the entire intersection, turning the surrounding buildings and streets a fiery orange-red.
The scorching heatwave, like an invisible giant hand, with the force to incinerate everything, shoved the black sedan containing Zhou Zhengqing several meters to the side, almost causing it to fly away.
The wheels left long, charred marks on the ground, making a screeching sound.
The car shook violently, like a lone boat in a storm. The windows were instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and with a crisp "crack," the entire pane of glass shattered. Sharp shards flew like ice crystals, some sticking to the interior walls of the car, others grazing Zhou Zhengqing's shoulder.
Zhou Zhengqing and Terauchi Hisaichi were slammed into their seats by the powerful shockwave of the explosion. The rebound force lifted them up, and their foreheads slammed heavily against the cold, hard armrests of the seats. A wave of dizziness washed over them.
The air was instantly filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, the pungent odor of fuel, and the acrid smell of burning human flesh, all mixed together, making people nauseous.
Zhou Zhengqing subconsciously raised his hand to press the spot on his forehead where he had hit it, sat up, his vision still a little blurry, and looked out through the cracked car window with shards of glass, trying to see the situation after the explosion.
The explosion site was already a scene of utter devastation. The postal van was gone, as were the truck and the dozens of military police officers on board. The wreckage was scattered all over the ground, and burning debris was still crackling.
Gravel and metal fragments were scattered everywhere. Several military police officers who were nearby were blown away on the spot. Their bodies fell heavily like broken kites to the corners of walls or the road not far away. Their flesh was mangled and their limbs were missing. Only their general human shapes could be barely made out. Thick blood flowed down the road and mixed with the burning ashes, which was a shocking sight.
The surviving military police officers scrambled to their feet, covering their mouths and noses with their hands and coughing violently, trying to avoid the choking smoke and falling debris. At the same time, they trembled as they raised their rifles and cautiously scanned the direction of the explosion, searching. The muzzles of their rifles swayed slightly from the shock and tension, but they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the assassin.
"Quickly! Protect the general's evacuation! Concentrate all forces and hold the surrounding high ground!" Matsui Ryosuke was the first to recover from his shock, quickly forcing himself to calm down and swiftly getting out of the car.
He wiped the dust and tiny bloodstains from his face, pulled out his pistol, aimed it at the surroundings, and immediately exercised the authority of the military police captain, shouting orders at the stunned military police, his voice hoarse with urgency.
Almost simultaneously, the door of the lead car was pushed open with a bang, and Qi led Zhou Zhengqing's personal guard team to rush over. Their steps were hurried and their movements were swift. In an instant, they surrounded the car Zhou Zhengqing was in, pointing their guns in all directions, forming a tight protective circle.
"General, are you alright?" Qi walked quickly to the car window, bowed slightly, his tone full of anxiety, his eyes fixed on Zhou Zhengqing's hand covering his forehead, his eyes filled with worry and vigilance.
Zhou Zhengqing's head was still buzzing, the echoes of the explosion were still ringing in his ears, and his vision was not yet fully clear. Hearing this, he just shook his head blankly and waved his hand to indicate that he was alright for the time being. His throat was a little dry from inhaling gunpowder smoke, and he couldn't speak for a moment.
Upon receiving Matsui Ryosuke's order, the surrounding military police scrambled to their feet, ignoring their abrasions and dust, and quickly surrounded the car, using their bodies to tightly protect the vehicle, forming a second layer of protection.
Meanwhile, some military police nimbly rushed towards the surrounding buildings, quickly climbing walls and steps to seize high ground such as rooftops and windowsills, closely monitoring every corner of the streets and alleys to prevent a second attack.