novelraw Chapter 807 291: The 9th Bureau’s Westward Campaign
Chapter 807 291: The 9th Bureau’s Westward Campaign
Nigh a thousand Katyushas.
Landed on the towering buildings on the ground.
Cold weapons have a romance of their own, brought by thousands of years of history.
Hot weapons have their allure, and what is it? It's explosion! Explosion is art!
Dense, carpet-bombing, massively powerful!
An entire building, nearly a hundred meters tall, was bombarded by the overwhelming Katyusha rockets, collapsing with a roar.
Huge sound waves swept along with the dust in the sky.
Xu Feng and others hid behind the armored vehicle to take cover.
Even so, the group was left gray-faced.
When the smoke and dust cleared a bit, and visibility slightly improved.
At this moment, this battlefield had fallen into relative silence.
Almost everyone experienced ear ringing.
The scene just now was too overwhelming, from the explosion to the building's abrupt collapse, one after another of deafening booms, making it hard for ears to hear normally.
Xu Feng wiped the dust off his face.
He first checks his personnel for injuries, only setting his mind at ease when he finds none.
He quickly directed personnel to deploy, then explored inside bit by bit, following up with shots.
At this time, Huang Hai leaned to Xu Feng, "Captain, was this setup arranged by you?"
Xu Feng knew Huang Hai was referring to this batch of Katyusha rockets turning back on them.
Xu Feng shook his head.
He had just arrived in Eastern Europe, he started arranging combat missions as soon as he came, how could he have had time to arrange this?
Great Xia hasn't deployed much combat power in Eastern Europe, and the only undercover known is Leng Bing.
Where could he contact anyone?
Seeing Xu Feng didn't know either, Huang Hai pondered for a while, then told Xu Feng the information he just received.
"Bald Egg?"
Xu Feng frowned, not understanding what Huang Hai meant for a moment.
Huang Hai quickly explained to him, "It's a bald head, frequently appearing in our sights recently, and when we looked toward the Katyusha rocket position just now, we also saw that bald head."
Who is this person? Why are they helping us?
Xu Feng couldn't figure it out.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he decided not to think about it for now.
First, Xu Feng arranged for people to clean up the battlefield, find those leaders' bodies, and keep any living top officials.
The capital behind these mercenaries is quite terrifying, with a vast network and intelligence heft.
Such people, if brought back to Great Xia, would also be a boon, possibly allowing favorable conditions through exchanges.
After Xu Feng quickly organized everything, he kept pondering Huang Hai's words in his mind, eventually unable to resist, letting Huang Hai temporarily lead these small teams, while he went to the Katyusha rocket positions alone.
When he arrived, he found no one left.
There were several corpses on the ground, and he crouched down to inspect them.
Upon seeing the causes of their deaths, his heart couldn't help but shiver.
Especially the corpse whose neck was twisted into a spiral by a slap.
This power...
Xu Feng questioned himself, back when he was in the Grandmaster Realm, he couldn't do this.
A slap to kill was easy, smashing a neck with a slap could be done easily.
But like this, with the bones and soft tissues perfectly twisted together, looking like a pretzel, without the blood vessels bursting, remaining relatively intact.
This is no longer something simple strength can achieve, right?
Xu Feng examined himself, even with his Half-Step Grandmaster strength now, it would still be hard to control such force so well.
Could it be...
It's well-known that above Grandmaster power in this world, besides Xu Feng's Half-Step Grandmaster strength.
Only Zhang Beixing!
"Bald Egg… Bald Egg..."
After muttering this term twice.
Recalling Huang Hai's description from last night's scene and looking at the building just bombarded by the Katyushas.
Amidst the billowing dust.
A fierce fire was burning there...
At this moment, it felt like Xu Feng suddenly realized something.
He smiled.
The first smile since coming to Eastern Europe.
...
...
Zhang Beixing watched from afar as each team busied themselves, several more teams had arrived, and over eighty people were involved in this battlefield cleanup.
The Ninth Bureau's temporary command personnel came to help too, over a hundred people faced the dust-filled ruins, and the blazing battlefield remnants appeared so helplessly small.
The numbers were still too few, this battlefield, might take several days to clear?
Zhang Beixing wasn't too concerned with this, too busy to contact Leng Bing, after all.
Simoski and Harley Yous, those two guys, had not much else, but they certainly had lots of men.
Casually calling in hundreds of burly guys, in no time could have this place sorted thoroughly.
Now almost all of Harley Yous' and Simoski's men had practiced Zhang Beixing's Cultivation Technique.
Though fake, their strength increase isn't false.
Most have reached the battle power of Grade B Martial Artists, and in strength, nothing could be said, adding to their combat clan's prowess.