Not long after, Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others heard the sound of machine guns and explosions in front of them. Needless to say, the Great Blackbird had launched another attack. But this time, it was very strange. The gunshots were not like before, which gradually became louder as the convoy approached. Instead, it seemed to be getting further away, from intermittent to indistinct.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not order the convoy to stop to investigate. He only ordered the convoy to slow down. Thick smoke rose, forming a dark cloud in front of them. From time to time, the sound of ammunition exploding could be heard. Zhang Xiaoqiang's sharp eyes did not see the Great Blackbird in the sky, so he ordered Yuan Yi to continue driving forward. He pulled down Yang Ke-er, who was holding the machine gun, and stood on the machine gun turret.
The road was a mountain road. From time to time, there would be cliffs that blocked the view ahead. They had to go around them to get a clear view. Zhang Xiaoqiang held the machine gun and silently observed the surrounding movements. His sharp eyes constantly scanned the sky.
Just as he went around a hanging wall, his vision suddenly became clear. More than ten large trucks were blocking the road in a disorderly manner. Three or four of them were emitting black smoke and burning flames. More than ten corpses were scattered around the trucks. On one side of the road, the protective fence had been smashed open. There was a huge hole there, and a new dirt road extended forward.
The side of the road was the same as the place where the Great Blackbird had attacked before. It was also surrounded by large fields. The convoy temporarily changed its route and rushed into the fields. There were seven or eight cars in the fields, their doors wide open. They were abandoned in the barren fields.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not stay here for long. He chased after the convoy in front of him and rushed into the fields. As soon as they rushed down, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the front was full of parked vehicles. They were all vehicles with various lower territories. They had been ruthlessly eliminated in the fields.
After passing through the dirt road in the middle, the small convoy went onto the highway. As soon as they got on the highway, everyone in the convoy sucked in a breath of cold air. The tragic scene in front of them was completely incomparable to the scene at the back. More than 20 large trucks and some small vans were overturned by the roadside. The roadside was full of corpses. The corpses were either crushed under the vehicles or casually piled up on the side.
Most of the corpses had bullet holes in their foreheads, and the originally muddy ground was now filled with large chunks of blood. The black blood was like spilled tomato sauce, accumulating layer by layer on the road, with white brain matter and skulls growing hair in the middle.
On one side of the highway was an open field, and on the other side was a steep mountain rock. On the mountain rock, a large damaged truck hung askew on the mountain wall. The windows were all broken, and the doors were open. All kinds of corpses were scattered on the withered trees on the mountain. Some corpses were hung on the branches, and some were pierced by sharp thorns. Looking at the bloodstains left along the tree trunks, the inside of the vehicle was silent for a while.
The attack here was not much less than the previous one. However, the leader of the convoy seemed to be in a hurry. He was not even willing to clean up the corpses. He only knew to rush forward and kill all the injured, but he did not know that this would cause the morale of the convoy to plummet.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's small convoy continued to move forward. The wheels of the vehicle left new marks on the blood-covered road. As the blood splattered everywhere, the military vehicles continued to move forward. Suddenly, a weak cry for help came from the middle of the mountain ridge.
It was a man. The man's face was smeared with blood, making it impossible to tell his age. Judging by his appearance, his luck could not be said to be good or bad. He was stuck in a stone depression, both his legs were broken and strangely pinned to his body. One of his arms had been torn off somewhere, leaving only his other arm to grab at the caravan below, as if he was trying to grasp at some hope of survival.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stood next to the machine gun and looked at the man who was crying for help in front of him. He raised his head and closed his eyes. His right hand pulled out the gun, opened his eyes, and took aim …
After the gunshot, the man fell from the sky and landed on the road with his lifeless eyes. The four military vehicles drove around the body one by one. Zhang Xiaoqiang put the gun back into the holster and did not turn his head to look at the body anymore. He only stared at the black smoke floating in the sky in a daze.
This man was not the first person he had killed, but he was the first innocent person he had killed. For those who wanted to die, Zhang Xiaoqiang would not be lenient. He would kill when he needed to. For those who were not related to him, he would not reach out to them, nor would he hit them when they were down. This time … he was depressed. Although he wanted to help the man get out of this, the man's current situation had a lot to do with him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang held the machine gun and did not make a sound. He only used his eyes to look around. The road in front of them was intermittent. From time to time, there would be overturned trucks on the side of the road. Among the corpses, the wounded were sitting there crying. When they saw the convoy, they wanted to go forward and call for help. When they saw the direction the convoy was going, they all stopped and let the convoy pass by them. They had already realized that it was not heaven in front of them, but hell.
At this point, Zhang Xiaoqiang silently calculated that the convoy had lost one-third of its vehicles and 30 percent of its men. The closer they got to the armory, the more anxious they became. They even ignored the giant bird's surprise attack. As long as the giant bird did not cause too much damage, they would just keep driving forward.
To be precise, Liu Zhenghua and Sun Kefu were a little crazy. They had lost their minds. Liu Zhenghua wanted to find the armory, dig out heavy firepower, and use a dense formation to kill the giant bird. Sun Kefu, on the other hand, thought that he had already lost a lot of men. It would be a loss if he went back, so he might as well take a gamble.
Not everyone did as they thought. Most of the leaders wanted to go back, but Liu Zhenghua's armed police force and Sun Kefu's people suppressed the situation, so they had no choice but to continue following. Many of the forces had lost two-thirds of their vehicles and personnel in the first few rounds. Some were better off, except for a few bodyguards who followed them, they did not have a single soldier. These people were the most determined people. They had already lost their capital, and they hoped that others would lose their capital like them.
The convoy shrank rapidly. As they approached the armory, the Great Blackbird became even more violent. It no longer cared about the firepower of the convoy. It landed on the ground, spread its wings, and flew among the vehicles. Using its beak and claws, it pierced through the vehicles one after another, grabbing the people inside and swallowing them.
Amidst the flames and explosions, the Great Blackbird was like a magical beast from a fantasy world, wreaking havoc in the human world. A military vehicle suddenly stepped on the accelerator and crashed straight into the Great Blackbird. The Great Blackbird was not as agile on the ground as it was in the air. The military vehicle crashed into the bird at a speed of 80 km/h. The bird was sent flying. The bird's body was light, and it drew a parabola in the air above the convoy.
Many people began to cheer. The military vehicle that crashed into the Great Blackbird flipped over and rolled on the ground. The vehicle rolled through the dense crowd, causing screams and blood to flow.
The Great Blackbird did not fall to the ground, as others thought it would. Before the Great Blackbird hit the ground, it flapped its wings and stabilized itself in the air. At that moment, white smoke dispersed from not far away. A Type 40 rocket was fired at the Great Blackbird in the air.