190: Justice in 88 millimeters

"What?"

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, Shi Tou froze completely, a buzzing sound filling his mind, leaving it blank.

He suspected he had misheard.

Use an 88 Cannon... to hit those pickup trucks and SUVs?

This... what kind of international joke is this?!

That was the German Krupp 88mm Anti-Aircraft Gun! It was the legendary weapon from World War II that struck fear into Allied pilots and tank crews! It was the prototype for the main gun of the Wehrmacht's armored ace, the "Tiger" Tank!

Use this level of war-grade super-weapon to deal with a few civilian vehicles that don't even have proper armor?

"Sir, this violates the rules of engagement!"

An SAS Team Member holding a rifle finally snapped out of his shock and instinctively spoke up in protest.

He was a standard veteran, whose mind was ingrained with the Geneva Conventions and various rules of engagement; excessive use of force was strictly prohibited.

"Rules?"

Lin Feng slowly turned his head.

There was no expression on his face, and the look in his eyes behind the lenses made the battle-hardened SAS veteran's heart clench, blocking all further words in his throat.

"When they were carrying RPGs and setting up heavy machine guns, preparing to bury us alive here, did they talk about rules with you or me?"

"If you want to live, listen to me."

Lin Feng's voice was not loud, but every word was clear and laced with coldness, piercing everyone's ears.

The SAS Team Member's lips moved, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word, silently lowering his head.

The entire space fell into deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by the imposing aura emanating from Lin Feng.

The suffocating silence lasted only two seconds.

Wang Dalong, standing nearby, was nearly terrified out of his wits. He looked at Shi Tou, then at Lin Feng, not daring to breathe loudly.

He felt that the current Lin Feng was a hundred times scarier than the bandits outside holding RPGs!

"Let's go for it!"

Shi Tou gritted his teeth fiercely, biting his gums until they bled.

Rules?

Forget about rules!

We're about to lose our lives, why talk about rules?!

He snatched the walkie-talkie, the veins on his neck bulging from excitement and effort, and let out a nearly roaring shout toward the mountaintop!

"Grey Wolf! Hound!"

"Listen to my command!"

"You are now the Artillery Team! Repeat! You are the Artillery Team!"

"Target! The perimeter outside the minefield! All enemy vehicles!"

"Blast them for me! Free fire!!"

"Free Fire!!!"

The last sentence, he roared in English!

"Roger!!"

"Roger!!"

Instantly, the roaring voices of two men, extremely excited and even ecstatic, came through the walkie-talkie!

Their voices were so excited they cracked!

...On the mountaintop.

The glow of the setting sun painted the two dust-covered gun emplacements in a layer of golden red.

The two SAS Team Members, codenamed "Grey Wolf" and "Hound," were lying prone on the mount of an 88mm Anti-Aircraft Gun, their faces full of excitement.

Before joining the SAS, both of them were originally the top gunners in the British Royal Artillery Regiment!

Operating artillery was an instinct ingrained in their bones!

And to personally operate this legendary "German 88 Divine Cannon" was something they never dared to dream of!

"Oh my God! Hound! Did you hear that! Free fire!" Grey Wolf shouted excitedly while rapidly turning the traverse mechanism to adjust the barrel angle.

"I heard it! I heard it! I feel like I'm going to climax!" Hound had already rushed to the nearby ammunition depot, kicking open the rotten wooden door.

A room full of shell casings was neatly stacked there!

"Pzgr. 39! Armor-piercing round! My darling!" Hound embraced a heavy, sharp-tipped armor-piercing shell, kissed it, and shoved it into the breech.

"Clang!"

Grey Wolf quickly pulled down the breech block. The crisp sound of the metal locking was the most wonderful music in the world!

Through the sight, he quickly locked onto a pickup truck parked right at the front of the minefield perimeter.

A 12.7mm caliber heavy machine gun was mounted on the roof, with a masked gunman lying prone behind it.

"Target: Enemy heavy machine gun vehicle!"

"Range: 1,800 meters!"

"Correction: Zero!"

"Fire!"

Grey Wolf's thumb pressed down hard on the firing button!

...Meanwhile, outside the minefield.

Over a dozen armed militants, wearing black scarves and carrying AKs, were cautiously advancing in a combat formation.

Their leader, a burly man with a full beard, was holding military binoculars, observing the pitch-black entrance of the cave in the distance.

That was the entrance to the secret base left behind by the Germans during World War II, as mentioned in the intelligence.

"Boss, those guys are hiding inside like cowardly turtles and won't come out. What should we do?" a tall, skinny subordinate leaned over and asked.

Luosai Hu lowered the binoculars, a cruel sneer appearing on his face.

"They won't come out?"

"Then use RPGs to blast the entrance down! Bury them alive inside!"

"Notify everyone, prepare the rocket launchers. Three simultaneous shots! Seal that hole completely for me!"

He licked his cracked lips, his eyes full of greed.

"This base is a sacred place that our family has guarded for three generations! The contents inside can only belong to us! We absolutely cannot let any outsiders touch them!"

"Yes!"

The subordinate immediately turned to relay the order.

Luosai Hu raised the binoculars again, ready to enjoy the show.

However, right at this moment!

An extremely sharp whistling sound, as if it would tear people's eardrums, suddenly came from afar!

The sound traveled from far to near, moving at an incredible speed!

"What sound..."

Before Luosai Hu could finish his sentence, his pupils suddenly contracted!

Boom—!!!

No!

That wasn't an explosion!

It was an extremely heavy, dull roar!

An 88mm Armor-piercing round, traveling at a terrifying speed of over Mach 3, arrived later but struck first, hitting the Toyota pickup truck right next to Luosai Hu!

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was no soaring flash of fire.

The pickup truck's engine compartment was struck as if by an unseen, divine iron fist!

The thick steel plates instantly twisted, deformed, and tore apart!

The deadly shell drilled in through the front hood, devastatingly penetrating the entire cab and chassis, finally whistling out the rear, kicking up a trail of dust in the sand dozens of meters away before exhausting all its kinetic energy!

The entire pickup truck looked as if it had been stabbed right through by a gigantic iron skewer!

A hole the size of a bowl, with strangely smooth edges, was left on the vehicle body!

The brand-new 12.7mm heavy machine gun on the roof, along with the gunner who had just been shouting, were instantly torn into flying parts and bloody fragments by the horrifying kinetic impact!

Not even a scream could escape!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

All the armed militants stood frozen in place, like puppets hit by a stunning spell.

They stared wide-eyed at the pickup truck, which had met a horrific end, their brains completely crashing, leaving them blank.

This... what kind of attack was this?

A tank?

Impossible! Where would a tank come from in this desert!

An armed helicopter?

But they hadn't heard the sound of rotors!

They didn't even know which direction the attack came from!

Just as everyone was still reeling from this surreal and terrifying scene.

The second shriek of the God of Death tore through the sky once more!