"Swish swish swish swish..."

"Dadadada..."

The Rockets' Nest kept roaring, and after 14 70mm rockets were fired, the next 14 rounds were shot.

The rockets fired from each armed helicopter were lined up in neat rows in the airspace between the enemy and us, one after another, almost filling the entire air.

The rockets all over the sky are like ancient rockets all over the sky, dragging dazzling tail flames, happily rushing to fall into the enemy's queue.

"Boom boom boom..."

The Japanese watched in amazement as the rocket hit their faces. Their feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, not knowing to escape or hide.

The 6th Division was surrounded by armed helicopters, and rockets flew over from both front and rear directions at the same time.

On this only highway on the plain by the river, more than 20,000 Japanese became fish on the chopping board, allowing the mainland aviation group to cut melons and vegetables.

The Japanese soldiers were extremely tired and couldn't run fast even if they wanted to.

The rocket exploded in the crowd, and the explosion of the flames was extremely bright red, as if blood was vaporizing.

Shiro Inaba was thrown to the ground by a mad war horse because he was in the middle of the marching force and was not attacked by armed helicopter rockets for the time being.

Seeing the Imperial Warrior ahead being thrown high by the explosion of air waves, his body was shattered and his flesh was spilled all over the sky, he was at a loss for a moment.

Some Japanese began to run to both sides of the road.

The roadside is full of farmland, and after passing the farmland are low hills and the Yangtze River.

The Japanese ignored it and just wanted to escape from this flesh-and-blood Shura field as soon as possible.

"boom!"

The high-explosive bomb exploded among the fleeing crowd, and the flying shrapnel tear up the flesh and blood.

Shiro Inaba suddenly remembered that there was a torrent of steel under the armed helicopter that crushed everything.
Chapter completed!