The scene before him reminded Major Passarella of the hell depicted in the Bible, with several bodies scattered around the area that had been blown up for years, covered in mud and blood, covered with a layer of dust that had been blown into the air by the force of the explosion.

There was a deep pit in the ground, and there were shoes and military caps that I don't know whose ones were falling in it, and the war drummers who were supposed to be standing at the front of the line beating war drums and guiding the army forward were all lying a few meters around the explosion, and several wounded people who were standing behind the drummers who were affected by the explosion were moaning in pain, two of them obviously had huge wounds on their legs, and one was between the chest and abdomen, and it seemed that a huge hole had been pulled out by shrapnel from the side, and blood was flowing out like a fountainThe soldier's face was no longer bloody, and the traces of life were gradually fading.

One leg landed in the line five meters behind, and a severed hand was hanging from the treetops next to it.

"What the hell is it?" The fear of the unknown made Major Passarella very uneasy. He didn't understand where the terrible explosion came from.

"Oh yes!" Liang Pengfei clenched his fists excitedly, at this moment, picric acid has made a meritorious service, it is worthy of being an extremely powerful explosive with extremely strong explosive power, its power is the most powerful in this era, you must know that the power of one pound of picric acid explosion is equivalent to ten catties of ammonia nitrate, and it is equivalent to a hundred catties of black powder explosion.

In the past, the Conscienceless Cannon was the most powerful lethal weapon in Liang Pengfei's hands, but now, the explosive power of a mine filled with a pound and a half of picric acid has left the Conscienceless Cannon far behind.

"Tut-tut, it seems that the explosive power of picric acid is indeed stronger than TNT, but unfortunately it is too easy to corrode metal." Liang Pengfei was still quite dissatisfied with the silver there. If you modify the conscienceless cannon and fire sixteen kilograms of picric acid, I don't know what it will look like.

Not to mention that Young Master Liang was convulsive by himself in the hidden place on the half of the slope, and the soldiers in the trenches lying in ambush below him were also a little dumbfounded, how could they not imagine that the power of the mines was so great, you know, before they became the soldiers of the special battalion, they were all soldiers who had fought on the battlefield with Liang Pengfei everywhere, and even saw the power of the conscienceless cannon, but now, when they think of such a small size of a mine (compared to the conscienceless cannon shell wrapped in sixteen catties of black powder). The fact that it has such terrifying power really makes them feel both frightened and excited, because this weapon belongs to them.

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"What the hell is going on?" Seeing the only snare drummer who could sit on his own and gasp for breath, Passarella strode forward and grabbed George, the drummer who was sitting on the side of the road, gasping for air.

George seemed to be the only one of the drummers with intact limbs, but even so, the powerful explosion covered his uniforms with the flesh and dust of his comrades. On that dull face, all aura was lost in those eyes, and only deep fear remained.

After hearing Passarella's roar, George seemed to blink his eyelashes in response. Opened his trembling lips, which had lost their blood: "Oh God, my God......"

Passarella angrily slapped George's two ears and scraped them, finally regaining a bit of his senses. "I don't know what's going on, Major, I'm just beating the drums of war and I'm moving forward, and somehow people are flying."

"Major, I've seen such a tragic situation before." At this time, Artillery Lieutenant Bill, who had come here from the artillery in the middle of the unit to check on the situation, leaned into Passarella's ear. "It's like a powder keg exploding in the middle of them to cause such a terrible situation."

Soon, however, Lieutenant Bill had to overturn his conclusions. "My God......" After inspecting the site of the explosion, Major Passarella couldn't bear to close his eyes and pray. His heart was filled with fear, what the hell was this. Could it be that there was a vat full of gunpowder just now? In that case, it is impossible not to see unless their own soldiers are blind.

Major Passarella could not find anything useful except for a few pieces of iron embedded in the wounds of his own soldiers, "put the soldiers on guard and sent scouts to search the valleys on both sides to see if there was an ambush." I have a bad feeling that something doesn't seem quite right here. Major Passarella threw the deformed, bloodstained piece of broken iron on the ground, and cast his gaze on either side of the valley, which was obstructed by dense tropical bushes, and gave the order in a loud voice, his hand already resting on his command knife at his waist, and his right hand already holding the short, well-loaded firearm in his hand. But before he could finish his words, there was a sudden scream on the eastern slope, and a meteor-like object faintly glowing in the sunlight rose from the height of the valley and flew into the sky.

The white scholar who made the gunpowder exhaust smoke to the ground was watching a red signal flare rise with resentment, which was called a signal flare by Young Master Liang, but it was actually a big gift flower.

In Young Master Liang's bad taste, he can only attack after firing the signal flare, but the white scholar who lit this signal flare can be said to have poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, and the fuse of this red signal flare seems to be a bit problematic, which makes him almost burn his brows when he ignites the fire.

"Your grandmother's, next time this kind of work will be left to a rough person like Monk Chen to do it." Bai Shusheng made up his mind with tears in his eyes.

"Oops......" Although it was not clear what the purpose of that thing was, Passarella, who had experienced the battlefield, immediately sensed danger, and it was at this moment that he saw countless black dots flying up the slope.

The mercenaries thought it was a bird, but soon realized that something was wrong, as the black shadows made an arc in mid-air and began to descend downward.

"What is this?" Almost all the mercenaries, including the Dutch officers, had this question, and the answer was soon solved. The dense explosion and air currents that sounded like the crunch of beans thrown into a red-hot wok instantly gave the Dutch mercenaries who had stayed in the middle of the avenue at the bottom of the valley a terrible taste.

The explosions one after another, the broken feet and stumps flew in the air, the screams of people and the sorrows of horses were intertwined, and even some people were lifted into the air by the dense explosion of air, and then those flying shrapnel cut a terrible blood groove on his suspended body, bringing up a blood line that flew across the sky.

The artillery that had been in the middle of the mercenaries was also staggered, and the avenue on which the entire team was located turned into a path of death with fireworks and blood almost instantly.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack, return fire, return fire to the valleys on both sides! Passarella was lucky enough to escape, but the splattering shrapnel still cut a hideous wound on his left forehead, revealing even white bones, but was soon stained red by the blood gushing out of his veins. At this moment, he pushed away the guards who hurriedly helped him bandage his wounds, waved the command knife in his hand, stared at the blood-stained eyes, and howled in despair.

The Lieutenant George who was standing beside him was now swept away by the air wave to the side of the road a few meters away from him, and his life and death were uncertain. The soldiers freaked the trigger in panic, and the lead bullets that were sprayed out of their rifles scurried aimlessly, striking holes in the thick foliage.

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Some of the soldiers, who could not resist the terrible blow, ran to both sides of the road, hoping to avoid the terrible little iron ball that fell into the middle of the road. However, they soon repeated the mistake of the drummers, and the mines that Liang Pengfei deliberately and insidiously planted on both sides of the road finally showed these Westerners their hideous and terrifying power again, and the loud explosions and the rising gunpowder smoke formed mushroom clouds in the sky above the avenue.

However, a large number of lucky people rushed to safety on both sides of the road, but this was only a few more seconds of safety, and these frightened mercenaries were brutally drilled into their bodies one by one by the bullets fired from the half-slope, and fell to the ground screaming.

Tom tom tom ...... After three dull sounds, the screaming mortar shells finally arrived, and they landed on the heads of the infantry artillery who were adjusting the ranks, intending to launch a counterattack, with more destructive power than mines, making these Dutch mercenaries of the miscellaneous fish level feel that they were simply worse than death, they could never imagine who would use such terrifying combat power against them.

There are even some religious fanatics who stubbornly believe that this is God's punishment for their past sins on earth. They didn't even move their limp legs, closed their eyes of despair, touched the cross on their chests, and silently repented of their past sins like martyrs. Wait for the explosion to scatter their bodies to pieces.

Major Passarella roared incessantly, waving his sword again and again, as if slashing at a non-existent enemy, inspiring the soldiers to bravely fight back against the demons hiding in the valleys on either side, silently and cold-bloodedly slaughtering their men.

But the enemy, who had not been visible since the beginning, remained hiding in that damned valley, and their own soldiers had to fight their way up if they wanted to attack.

Although these soldiers were just a group of mercenaries who had been hastily trained for a while and then rushed to the battlefield, they were after all his subordinates, and seeing them fall in front of his eyes one after another without even seeing the faces of the enemy, Passarella was desperate.

He cursed loudly at the enemies who only dared to hide, raised the command knife in his hand, fearlessly led the soldiers who still had the courage to stand beside him, and launched a wave of charges towards the hillside, and when he had just rushed out of the road, and was raising his head to inspire the courage of the soldiers, a lead bullet was like a swift poisonous snake, and it bit him fiercely on the forehead, and in an instant it easily knocked a deep hole in his forehead wrapped in the sand, and then, the bones and brains that splattered from the back of his head broke the courage of the soldiers behind him again……

(To be continued)