The dust from the bombing slowly cleared, revealing the bombed position on the surface of the moon. The dense craters stacked on top of each other are enough to make the dense phobia sick all over.

The bomber hovered overhead, using an advanced optoelectronic targeting pod to observe the damage effect of the target. Because the bomber's flight altitude was low enough, this round of bombs was very accurate, and most of the bombs were dropped on the target, destroying the bunker that the Hindustani people had spent a lot of energy and materials to build, and killing the soldiers inside.

Only a few targets were not destroyed, and the Hindustani, who were in a trance after being bombed, crawled out of their bunkers, trying to repair their positions, clean up the wounded, and prepare to withstand the next wave of the Zhuxia offensive.

They did not know that the next round of bombing was about to be carried out by strategic bombers located in the air. And this round of bombing will be more lethal and accurate.

The offensive system officer waited for a while to get more survivors out of the bomb shelter.

The next moment, the strategic bomber identified the target with a laser and began to drop bombs. The folded tail of the detached bomb bounces open, and the built-in scanning detector automatically searches for and captures the laser signal, adjusts the bomb to continuously correct the flight path, and flies to the target.

The average accuracy of laser-guided bombs against stationary targets is one meter, which is equivalent to 100 shots in 100 shots for their huge charge.

The poor Hindustani had not recovered from the previous wave of bombardment before they were engulfed in a huge shock wave and cloud of fire.

Li Mu's hand-thrown drone shook violently in the storm caused by the bomb explosion, but he could still see the unsuspecting Hindustani people scattered like rag dolls blown away by the shock wave and shrapnel.

With this round of bombardment, the Hindustani people on the position have been almost completely defeated.

"Wild badger, this is Albatross 5, the bombing mission has been completed, and it is about to return, I wish you a happy hunt next."

Li Mu stretched out his hand out of the car window, patted the car door, and shouted in the communication system.

"The old men of the Air Force have completed their mission, and we will do the dirty work ourselves, on! Take the position and dig those Hindustani out of the dirt! ”

The armored off-road vehicle he was in had gone through all the battles after reaching the Ladakh Mountains, and the glittering shells were scattered around all corners of the car, and a bunch of half-empty, empty magazines, ammunition boxes and water bottles were thrown on it. The bulletproof windshield was covered with cobweb-like cracks, and three bullets got stuck in the middle of the cracks.

The headlights had been shattered by bullets, and when turned on, they could barely glow. The worst was the turret above, where the armor plates surrounding the howitzer machine gun were scarred and riddled with bullet holes. If it weren't for Yang Xingchen wearing another heavy body armor, I'm afraid he would have been shot into a sieve.

There was a dull roar of the engines, and the company headed for its position on the hill.

These fanatical Yama believers, after two devastating rounds of bombardment, were on the verge of breaking their will to fight, and the warriors only fired a few shots before triggering a rout. Scattered Hindustani people raised their hands and walked out of the trenches. They were covered in mud, bleeding from ear holes, and even consciousness was a little blurred.

The remaining recalcitrant did not hold out for long, and the main guns of the infantry fighting vehicles, flamethrowers, killed them directly in the bunker.

They finally took possession of Mount Tai. It was only far from the time of rest, and the non-commissioned officers began to inspect the vehicles, collect data on weapons, ammunition and equipment, and make statistics so that they could apply for supplies. The paramedics are also counting medical supplies, the wounded. The remaining soldiers, under the command of the non-commissioned officers, cleared the rubble and rebuilt the bunkers and trenches they had just destroyed.

Today, they are the victors, and they have survived again.

The transport helicopter transporting the bodies of the wounded and the dead soon arrived, and the bodies and wounded were gathered in one place.

Li Mu stood in front of a pile of corpses that were barely put together, silent. This is the corpse of the soldier who crashed into power armor in an armored off-road vehicle in a moment of crisis. The paramedics sawed through the badly deformed armored off-road vehicle with gas welding, and it took a lot of effort to clean up most of the remains.

The medical guard handed the military identification card of the victim to Li Mu, and the blood stains on it had not been wiped away.

"The kid is only seventeen."

The medics' tone was a little calm.

"I'll apply for a medal for him, there should be a few places left in the division."

Li Mu's face was full of mockery, the quota of the medal had long been the forbidden and in the bag of those children of the crown clan, and they were stared at.

A man who sits in the rear and is having fun can put together a row of medals on his chest at the end of the war, and those who die on the front line are left with only a scar.

Only this time, the Hindustani attack killed a lot of the crown children, so that there were a few more medals. It's just that the whole division is staring, saying that it is not easy to apply.

It wasn't long before the reassuring roar of propellers was heard in the air, and a heavy transport helicopter appeared in the sky.

Li Mu threw a smoke grenade to mark the helicopter's landing location. This large helicopter slowly lands with the mastery of the pilot. They brought with them a batch of ammunition that the company urgently needed. After several fierce battles, the company's ammunition and fuel had reached a dangerous level.

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

The paramedic opened the cargo, removed the body bag, and filled it with the remains of all the victims. The seriously injured who were incapacitated were then carried on a stretcher and carried into a helicopter, and finally the lightly injured who were able to move.

"Company commander, I don't want to leave, I will soon scratch some skin, and I can still stay and continue to fight."

A few of the wounded were reluctant to leave, so Li Mu kicked them in the ass and kicked them into the helicopter.

"Idiot, you have nothing to do with the next battle, if you want to join the fight as soon as possible, then hurry up and heal your injuries."

The engine roared deafeningly, and the spinning propeller carried up a large amount of gravel, and people stood in it as if there were countless knives scraping. But Li Mu remained standing until the transport helicopter slowly climbed and disappeared between the mountains of the Ladakh Mountains. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and turned to leave.

The battle has just begun, and countless people will fall on the land. He could only do his best to make the victims less of his own.

"You have to be stronger to change that."

Li Mu said to himself in his heart.