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The dust from the bombing slowly cleared, revealing a bombed-out position that resembled the surface of the moon. The densely packed craters were enough to make someone with trypophobia feel unwell.

The helicopter circled overhead, using its advanced electro-optical targeting pod to observe the damage to its target. Because the helicopter was flying low enough, this round of bombing was extremely accurate, with most of the bombs landing right on the target, completely destroying the bunker that the soldiers of Shelter No. 8 had spent so much effort and supplies to build, killing all the soldiers inside.

Only a few targets were lucky enough not to be destroyed. The soldiers of Shelter No. 36, who were dazed by the bombing, crawled out of the bunker. They wanted to repair their positions, clean up the wounded, and prepare to resist the next wave of attacks from Shelter No. .

They didn't know that the strategic helicopters in the air were about to launch another round of bombing, and this round of bombing would be even more deadly and accurate.

The next moment, the strategic helicopter used its laser to identify the target and began to drop the bomb. The folding tail of the unhooked bomb popped open, and the built-in scanning detector automatically searched for and captured the laser signal, adjusting the bomb's flight path and continuously correcting it towards the target.

The average accuracy of laser-guided bombs against stationary targets is one meter, which is equivalent to a 100% hit rate considering their huge explosive charge.

Those poor soldiers of Shelter No. 8 had not yet recovered from the previous wave of bombing when they were engulfed by the huge shock wave and fire cloud.

The hand-thrown drone that Shen Bei had previously launched was shaking violently in the storm caused by the bomb explosion, but one could still see the defenseless soldiers of Shelter No. 8 being blown away and torn apart like rag dolls by the shock wave and shrapnel.

With this round of bombing, the soldiers of Shelter No. 8 on the position were almost completely defeated.

"Shen Bei, I've missed my target again. I'm out of ammunition. The bombing mission is complete and I'm about to return. I wish you happy hunting."

Rock said over the intercom.

Shen Bei said, "Go back to the shelter and bring back a batch of bullets. We don't need you to attack for the time being, so the missiles won't be destroyed. Once we've cleaned up, you'll be responsible for transporting the wounded."

"Okay." Rock responded and drove the helicopter into a safe airspace and circled.

At this time, Shen Bei stretched his hand out of the car window, knocked on the door, and shouted in the communication system.

"Master Rock has completed his bombing mission. The next dirty work will be done by us. Go! Capture the position and dig those soldiers from Shelter No. 8 out of the ground!"

The armored SUV he was in had seen every bit of fighting since reaching the defensive position. Shining copper shells littered the interior, along with a pile of half-empty and empty magazines, ammunition boxes, and water bottles. The bulletproof windshield was riddled with spiderweb-like cracks, with three bullets lodged in the middle.

The headlights had been shattered by bullets and could only emit a faint light when turned on.

The worst hit was the turret above. The armor plating surrounding the grenade machine gun was scarred and riddled with bullet holes. If the soldier operating it hadn't been a close combat physique user wearing a heavy body armor, it would have been riddled with bullets.

The engines roared dully as the company headed towards the position on the hill.

After two rounds of devastating bombardment, the fighting spirit of these fanatical Spider Queen soldiers was on the verge of collapse. A few shots from the soldiers triggered a rout. Scattered soldiers from Shelter No. 8 raised their hands and emerged from the trenches. They were covered in mud, bleeding from their ears, and even their consciousness was hazy.

The remaining stubborn resisters did not hold out for long. The main guns and flamethrowers of the infantry fighting vehicles killed them directly in the bunkers.

They finally occupied the entire back mountain. However, it was far from time to rest, and the non-commissioned officers began to check each vehicle, collecting data on weapons, ammunition, and equipment, and making statistics in order to apply for supplies.

The medics were also counting medical supplies and the wounded. The remaining soldiers, under the command of the non-commissioned officers, were clearing the rubble and rebuilding the bunkers and trenches they had just destroyed.

Today, they are the winners, they survived again.

The transport helicopter carrying the wounded and the bodies of the dead arrived soon, and the bodies and the wounded were gathered together.

Shen Bei stood in front of a pile of bodies, barely cobbled together, silent. These were the bodies of the soldier who, in that critical moment, had driven his armored SUV into the power armored vehicle. The medics used a gas welding saw to cut through the severely deformed armored SUV, and with considerable effort, they finally cleared most of the remains.

The medical soldier handed the victim's military identification tag to Shen Bei, and the blood stains on it had not been wiped off yet.

"The kid is only seventeen."

The medic's tone was a little serious.

"I'll apply for a medal for him. There should be a few spots left in the shelter."

Shen Bei's face was full of mockery. The medal quota had long been the exclusive preserve of You Wuchang and some high-level officials, and was in their pockets, so they were being closely watched.

Moreover, the quantity is fixed.

Shen Bei also didn't want honors like medals to become too common.

It is inevitable to increase the number of places.

But not too much.

Once it becomes cheap, no one will fight for honor anymore.

In the past, those who sat in the rear and enjoyed themselves could have a row of medals on their chests at the end of the war, while those who fought and died on the front lines were left with only scars.

Only this time, the attack by the soldiers of Shelter No. 8 killed many of the original high-ranking members of the Crown Clan, which resulted in a few more medals. Shen Bei could naturally give the remaining medals to whoever he wanted.

Not long after, the reassuring roar of propellers was heard in the air, and the helicopter piloted by Rock appeared in the sky.

Shen Bei threw a smoke bomb, marking the landing location of the helicopter. The massive helicopter landed slowly under Rock's expert skill. They had brought with them a batch of ammunition that the company desperately needed.

After several fierce battles, the soldiers' ammunition and fuel have reached a dangerous level.

The cargo in the cabin was unhooked and slid down along the rollers on the deck.

The medics opened the cargo, took out the body bags, and put the bodies of all the victims into them.

The seriously injured who were able to move were placed on stretchers and carried into the helicopter, followed by the lightly injured who were able to move.

"Chief, I don't want to leave. If I get a little scratched, I can stay and continue fighting."

There were several wounded soldiers who were unwilling to leave, so Shen Bei kicked them on the butt and kicked them onto the helicopter.

"Idiot, you have nothing to do with the upcoming battle. If you want to join the battle as soon as possible, then quickly heal your wounds."

The engine roared deafeningly, and the spinning propellers kicked up a ton of gravel. Standing there, it felt like countless knives were scraping at the ground. But Shen Bei remained standing until the transport helicopter slowly climbed and disappeared among the mountains. Only then did he sling his rifle over his shoulder and turn to leave.

The battle had just begun, and countless more would fall on this land. He could only do his best to reduce the number of his own casualties.

"Once the arrow is shot, there's no turning back... If the Tiangong wasn't trapped, the battle would have been over in minutes!"

Shen Bei muttered to himself in frustration.