112: Chapter 112 Air Support! The Enemy's Doomsday

Electronic Highlands, underground arsenal.

Qin Feng was facing the most severe life-or-death crisis since his transmigration.

The entire base had gone completely insane.

The signal jamming was broken, and the arsenal's secret was leaked; these dual blows caused the Bear Country Commander of the base to issue a kill-on-sight order.

Hundreds of Yang Country soldiers and over thirty well-equipped Bear Country special forces soldiers, like a swarm of enraged hornets, launched a dragnet-like search within the massive underground space.

"He is in District D! The District D surveillance cameras caught him!"

"Seal off all passages! He cannot escape!"

"Fire team! Use grenades to blast him! Force him out for me!"

Qin Feng, like a tiny boat in a raging storm, moved clumsily through the crisscrossing metal corridors and massive mechanical wreckage.

Bullets, like maggots on bones, followed closely behind him.

Several times, he relied on his combat instincts and Danger Perception to narrowly dodge fatal shots.

"Pfft!"

A stray bullet grazed his arm, drawing a string of blood droplets.

Intense pain flared, causing his movements to falter for a split second.

It was this split-second hesitation that plunged him into a desperate situation.

He was forced into a massive weapons depot.

The warehouse was as large as several football fields, but it was stacked with crates; the terrain was complex, yet there was nowhere to hide.

"Boom!"

The warehouse's only alloy door was slowly lowered, completely sealing off his last retreat.

Immediately after, all the searchlights on the surrounding walls lit up, illuminating the entire space as bright as daylight, leaving not a single shadow.

Dozens of pitch-black gun barrels pointed toward the center of the warehouse from all directions.

A tall, bearded man wearing a Bear Country Lieutenant uniform held a megaphone and shouted in stiff Dragon Country language:

"Dragon Country monkey inside! You are surrounded! Drop your weapons and crawl out! I can give you a decent death!"

Qin Feng hid behind a massive wooden crate, gasping violently, sweat and blood mixing together as they streamed down his cheeks.

He knew he had nowhere left to run.

[Ding! Detected that the host is in a mortal situation, final mission issued!]

[Mission Name: Rebirth from Fire]

[Mission Objective: Survive under the enemy's thunderous strike.]

[Mission Reward: 500 military merit.]

[Friendly Reminder: Given the host's current situation, this system is offering a one-time trial item—'Schrödinger's Invisibility Cloak', exchange price 200 military merit, duration 30 seconds. Good luck, dear.]

Looking at that scam of an item in the system mall, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth twitched involuntarily.

200 military merit for just 30 seconds? Why don't you just rob me?

But he didn't hesitate at all.

"Exchange!"

[Ding! 200 military merit consumed, 'Schrödinger's Invisibility Cloak' has been issued, activate with thought.]

The free military merit points he had worked so hard to earn were down to only 600; he felt so miserable inside!

Qin Feng took a deep breath. Listening to the footsteps getting closer outside, his eyes became unprecedentedly calm and sharp.

He glanced at the structure of the warehouse dome, then looked at several boxes of high-explosive rockets stacked not far away.

A crazy plan to fight for survival from certain death flashed through his mind.

"Come out! This is your last warning! Otherwise, we will open fire!"

The Bear Country Colonel's voice was full of impatience.

His answer was a cold sneer from Qin Feng.

He suddenly rushed out from behind the crate, voluntarily exposing himself to everyone's gun barrels!

"Fire!"

The Bear Country Colonel roared.

Just as everyone pulled their triggers, Qin Feng's high-explosive rocket had already been fired.

Boom!

Strike first to gain the advantage!

The violent explosion blasted open a path directly.

Dozens of unlucky Yang Country soldiers were blown to bits on the spot.

System military merit points were flooding his screen like crazy!

Qin Feng seized the opportunity to release the Ghost, letting it charge out with several grenades in its mouth.

Its speed was lightning fast.

Immediately after, thunderous noises erupted outside the weapons depot, and smoke and dust filled the air.

"Woof woof!"

Hearing two barks, that was the safety signal released by the Ghost.

Qin Feng dared not delay; he charged into the smoke with his gun, picking off enemies along the way.

Meanwhile.

Above the outskirts of Yangjiao Village.

A sharp whistling sound, from far to near, suddenly streaked across the sky!

"What sound is that?!" Tie Zhu looked up subconsciously.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's pupils shrank violently.

He saw, in the deepest darkness before dawn, two long, narrow streaks of fire, like the swords of gods, tearing through the night curtain, and with an unstoppable posture, fiercely piercing into the enemy's densest position outside the village!

That was... air-to-ground missiles!

"Hit the dirt!!!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan used all his strength to let out the loudest roar of his life.

The next second.

"Boom—rumble—!!!"

Two massive fireballs, comparable to small suns, exploded on the ground!

The terrifying shockwave, like an invisible giant hand, instantly sent everything within a hundred meters flying into mid-air.

Soil, severed limbs, and weapon fragments mixed together, forming a storm of flesh and blood.

The entire earth was trembling violently.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan felt that, besides the "buzzing" roar in his ears, he could no longer hear anything else.

He clutched the cover beside him tightly, so he wouldn't be blown away by that violent blast of air.

Before he could recover from the violent shock.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

Several more streaks of fire descended from the sky!

This time, it was not high-powered missiles, but cluster bombs with a wider coverage area!

Countless sub-munitions burst in mid-air like scattered flowers, turning the area below into a true hell on earth.

The sounds of explosions, screams, and wails rose and fell, weaving into a symphony of death.

The enemy Commander of Yangjiao Village was sent to the sky along with his command vehicle.

The entire battlefield instantly fell into chaos.

"It's... it's our air force!"

Chen Mo's voice rang out over the walkie-talkie, filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"It's the Aerospace Force's 'Fierce Dragon'! I see the red star on the wings!"

"Reinforcements! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

Tie Zhu threw away the machine gun in his hand, jumped out from behind the cover, pointing at the sky, laughing and crying.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan also looked up, watching the two fighter jets elegantly circling in the sky, overlooking the battlefield like gods, and his eyes instantly welled up.

They survived!

They really waited for reinforcements!

And all of this was because of that man!

"Chef..." Platoon Leader Long Zhan muttered to himself, his voice choked with emotion.

The airstrike lasted less than a minute.

But for the enemy troops outside Yangjiao Village, this minute was longer than a century.

When the smoke cleared, the once dark, crowded positions had become a complete mess.

Everywhere were burning vehicle wreckage and incomplete corpses.

There were very few survivors, and they had long since been scared out of their wits, crying and fleeing in all directions.

Immediately after, from the end of the horizon, came bursts of "rumbling" motor roars.