PFC Chapter 77 Oversaturation Artillery Fire
Chapter 77 Oversaturation Artillery Fire
From high above, there were few points of light in the dark valley.
Every spark represents a crucial building within the cult, such as an altar, barracks, or warehouse.
As the heavy-duty enemy aircraft detached from the airship's bomb bay and plummeted into the night, many powerful cult leaders sensed the danger.
Some people are born with keen senses, and their awakened extraordinary abilities allow them to foresee danger out of thin air.
Some cult leaders are favored by evil gods and are able to receive timely divine revelation.
These leaders mobilized their cult members to take precautions the moment they sensed the crisis.
Thick black fog rose up, obscuring the lights in the valley.
Elite cultists, armed with weapons, gathered around the altars of their respective evil gods, receiving the infusion of their gods' power, preparing for a desperate battle.
The three most powerful evil cults—the Sun Moon Holy Sect, the Heavenly Principle Sect, and the White Lotus Sect—each stood atop their altars and, guided by the gods, discovered the three major army camps outside the valley.
The great protectors knew the situation was extremely dangerous, but they had no intention of running away or retreating. Instead, their evil divine power surged, and they stared coldly at the road between the mountains.
They actually wanted to fight the Ming army to the bitter end!
The Ming army was solemn and imposing, its military might overwhelming.
The cult is shrouded in darkness, its evil power permeating the air.
A major battle was imminent, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
The commanders of the three major battalions in the capital stood on the high platform, their sharp eyes fixed on the airships in the sky, reading the information transmitted by the signal lights.
A moment later, all three generals were stunned.
"What does it mean that the cult has no intention of retreating?"
"Is there even a need to think about it? That book is right here in the world!"
"That makes sense..."
"Bah, what a load of rubbish! This cult is arrogant and looks down on the Ming army!"
"We must teach these cults a lesson!"
"artillery……"
"No rush, the Dragon Camp's invincible warrior is about to land."
As the general said, the cultists in the valley were completely unaware that the crisis was coming from above.
Just as they were preparing to fight the Ming army to the death, the heavy-duty enemy finally landed and detonated upon impact.
A series of deafening explosions erupted!
The Shenlong Camp's "Ten Thousand Enemy" was thrown from the sky, so it was unusually large, weighing 300 jin (150 kg) and containing 250 jin (125 catties) of gunpowder.
To prevent it from falling and breaking, an umbrella was also provided to slow it down.
The Shenlong Camp dropped four hundred "ten-thousand-enemy" gunpowder at once, which amounted to a full 100,000 jin of gunpowder.
The storm of the explosion swept through the valley, instantly shattering the solid rocks and obliterating the altar.
Towering flames shot into the sky, forming a massive fireball that could be clearly seen even outside the valley.
Caught off guard, the cultists were torn apart by the explosion and engulfed in flames.
The thick, evil fog was torn apart and dissipated.
The three generals laughed heartily and repeatedly ordered, "Artillery! Open fire!!"
"Artillery array! Full coverage bombardment!"
Boom boom boom!
The deafening roar of artillery fire erupted as two hundred heavy cannons of various types fired simultaneously!
The Divine Might General Cannon, the Divine Might Flying Thunder Cannon, the Evil-Slaying Assault Cannon, and the Mother-Child Chain Cannon were all spewing flames, hurling shells of different sizes into the valley.
The cultists who managed to escape the first round of aerial bombardment were wiped out one by one by the artillery fire, which, though weak in individual shots, saturated and repeatedly ravaged the land.
Only those with exceptional luck and extraordinary defensive capabilities can survive two rounds of attacks.
For example, the chief protectors of the three major cults all relied on the divine power bestowed by the evil gods to withstand the explosion of the cannonballs.
But the more crucial factor is that the evil god manipulates fate and alters the luck of the great protectors.
Despite none of them taking cover, they always "coincidentally" ended up in the shockwave cancellation zone of the saturation bombing, experiencing the least amount of shockwave power.
The evil god behind the three major cults has really gone all out this time.
Even so, the explosive force of the cannonball and the "Ten Thousand Enemy" still caused the three guardians to suffer severe internal injuries, and they all coughed up mouthfuls of blood as their qi and blood churned.
The generals remained unhurried and directed the artillery to continue bombarding.
Heavy, scorching shells, carrying destructive power, swept across every inch of the valley.
From the four mountain peaks to the valley floor, from the periphery to the core, the bombardment was relentless, leaving no blind spots or dead ends.
No need for close combat or brutal fighting; just use sufficient gunpowder and steel to crush all enemies with absolute national power!
This is the military might of the Ming Dynasty, which was praised by Emperor Jiajing, the Holy Emperor Shizu, and the majesty of the Celestial Empire!
The aerial bombardment and saturation bombardment lasted for two whole hours, turning the bottom of the four valleys upside down.
The valley floor, now completely reduced to scorched earth and ruins, was pitch black in the night, but the thick black fog had dissipated, and most of the more than 2,700 cult members had been reduced to blood and flesh.
The three generals outside the valley became more tense than ever before.
They were all experienced veterans who knew the absolute advantage of artillery and air force bombing, but also understood its unavoidable limitations.
Even with three hours of saturation bombing, it would still be impossible to kill all the cult members; at least a thousand cult members would survive.
And none of the three major cult leaders who are in charge here will die.
If it were a barbarian tribe, let alone 60% being killed, even 30% or 20% would immediately collapse, cut off the officers' heads, and come out to surrender with their hands raised.
Despite suffering 60% casualties and most survivors coughing up blood, none of these cult members considered surrendering.
They all gripped their weapons tightly, huddled in safe spots like rock crevices, cellars, and abandoned mine tunnels, their eyes red as they waited for the Ming army to enter the valley so they could fight them to the death.
The three generals gathered together and began a tense discussion:
"The cultists still won't surrender, now it's our turn to be embarrassed."
"The valley's narrow terrain, coupled with poor visibility at night, presents too many disadvantages for combat."
"We can't send troops in!"
"But time waits for no one. We must enter the valley as soon as possible and clean it up inch by inch to ensure that the book does not fall into the hands of the cult."
"That's right. Things will change if it drags on. Once the book is in the hands of cultists, they will definitely find a way to secretly move it out."
"Easier said than done; a large army entering would inevitably lead to chaotic battles!"
"If we send too few troops and they are defeated by the cultists in the chaos, the situation will only get worse."
"If we send too many troops, the encirclement will inevitably have gaps, which will make things even more troublesome."
"What should we do?"
Lu Huan, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, suddenly appeared and said, "The method is very simple!"
"Next, the three battalions will maintain the encirclement to prevent the cultists from escaping in the chaos."
"Our elite Imperial Guards entered the valley to fight the cultists and seize the book!"
The three generals exchanged glances and cautiously asked, "Is this His Majesty's decree?"
Lu Huan shook his head and said, "This is my decision."
Pshaw! Who would believe that!
But none of the three generals dared to say "no," and could only step back half a step: "The cultists are very dangerous, Commander Lu must be careful."
Lu Huan nodded and said, "Thank you for the reminder, all three of you."
After watching the artillery display for three hours, Chang Yuan and his men's boiling blood had calmed down, but their desire to fight remained high.
When the commander's order arrived, he did not hesitate to lead the elite cavalry squad, protecting his trusted lieutenant Lu Linglong, and charge into the valley surrounded by four mountains.
This extraordinary six-person combat team, with Lu Linglong as the absolute core and Chang Yuan as the secondary core, constructed a mobile and flexible defensive formation.
They didn't need to launch an attack, because Chang Yuan's entry for "precision" was completely unaffected in the pitch-black night.
In fact, Chang Yuan opened fire with his revolver as soon as the elite cavalry squad entered the valley.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Six bullets, six heads exploded.
Chang Yuan instantly felt incredibly happy!
It's been a while since I've had such a satisfying headshot!