20: Chapter 20 Qin Yang: Bah! Trash! You dare to act tough, I dare to beat you up!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

At Qin Yi's command, over a hundred Mortars fired simultaneously, and not just one round each—it was a barrage!

On the other end of the phone, Ralph was stunned by Qin Yang's words. When he looked up and saw the sky filled with dense shells, he was completely paralyzed.

Ralph roared, "Take cover! Take cover!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The shells exploded the instant they hit the ground, triggering massive blasts. Every shell detonated, creating a giant fireball.

In that first round of bombardment, at least a thousand of the six thousand men Ralph brought were killed, and countless others were injured.

Because he was acting tough—or rather, because he felt victory was in his grasp—and knowing that Qin Yang's unit only had about a hundred men, he felt invincible with his six thousand troops and Heavy Machine Guns.

Even if armored vehicles came, the many Rocket Launchers they had weren't just for show.

They hadn't even deployed into formation and were all bunched together when they issued their provocation to Qin Yang.

Ralph hadn't expected Qin Yang to be as stubborn as a mule. He flipped out after just two sentences and immediately started a Mortar bombardment. "Are you f*cking crazy?"

Ralph hid under cover. The explosions above hadn't ceased, and the entire ground was shaking.

"Damn it! Are you crazy? You start shelling just because you don't like what I say?"

Ralph roared at Qin Yang on the other end of the phone.

Qin Yang glanced at his phone and shouted to A-Long, who had just rushed over, "Go move more shells! Keep firing until I say stop!"

Both A-Long and Ralph on the other end were stunned. "Holy crap! Since when did such a wealthy tycoon show up in Syria?"

"Boom!" "Boom!"

A shell landed near Ralph's cover, instantly flipping it over. Ralph was severely shaken by the impact, struggling on the ground for a long time before he could get up.

His brain felt dizzy, but he could still hear Qin Yang's voice over the phone: "I f*cking hate it when people act tough in front of me! If you dare to act tough, I dare to kill you!"

In the camp of six thousand, everyone was fleeing for their lives. There was no help for it; their cover was only temporary.

It was all the fault of that idiot Ralph! Their temporary command post had been wiped out in a single shot, leaving everyone else completely exposed.

Ruthless artillery fire continued to devour the soldiers' lives.

"Run!" "Retreat!" "Devils! Are they devils on the other side?"

They considered themselves battle-hardened, but this was the first time they had been beaten into a chaotic retreat without even seeing the enemy!

Furthermore, the rain of shells from the sky hadn't stopped yet. Shell after shell continued to crash down.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Military vehicle after military vehicle was shattered by the Mortars, then exploded a second time.

The entire battlefield looked like purgatory. Everywhere there were craters, everywhere there were corpses.

You couldn't even find a single intact corpse; after being killed by the shells, several more would land, effectively giving the bodies a funeral of artillery fire.

Qin Yang looked at the phone in his hand, which had already disconnected, and tossed it away with disdain.

"Pah! What kind of trash thinks they're worthy of provoking your grandfather? I'll kill you!"

Are you kidding? Where is this? This is Qin Yang's base camp! Never mind six thousand men; even if they lined up in battle formation, ten thousand men would struggle to break in.

No other reason than the intense firepower! Although Qin Yang didn't have many men, didn't he still have A-Long and the others?

Even if their aim wasn't great, with so many people, couldn't they just hold down the trigger of the Heavy Machine Gun and not let go?

Besides, this steel fortress of Qin Yang's had cost millions of dollars to build! Even Mortars couldn't blast through it.

A few thousand meters from the battlefield, an army was rushing forward. Suddenly hearing the explosions ahead, the driver quickly slammed on the brakes.

At the same time, the soldiers on the vehicles jumped off quickly, constantly guarding the front.

They simultaneously began setting up a temporary defensive position. Cover was thrown to the front, and four men lifted a Heavy Machine Gun to aim in the direction the explosions were coming from.

Douglas frowned and looked ahead, asking, "What's happening in front?"

They had heard that Ralph's army was mobilizing, which was why they rushed over to provide support. All the soldiers from an entire military town had poured out.

Ralph had even set out with his own thousand-man personal guard. When he learned the destination was Baibei Town, Douglas cursed inwardly and immediately led his soldiers to rush out.

It was only then that he remembered he didn't even have Qin Yang's phone number! He couldn't even send a warning. What a blunder!

Just then, Douglas noticed his adjutant acting strangely. He frowned and asked, "Speak! What exactly is the situation ahead?"

Even from this distance, they could clearly see flames soaring into the sky ahead, and the rumbling explosions never ceased. The ground itself was shaking.

The adjutant asked back with a shocked expression, "Boss! Do they really need our support?"

"What?" Douglas was stunned, then impatiently went up and kicked the adjutant. He stepped onto a military vehicle and looked ahead with binoculars.

"Holy crap! This is f*cking absurd!"

What was he seeing? The battlefield ahead—no, was that even a battlefield? Wasn't that purgatory? He could see that the terrain there had sunken a few notches lower than the surroundings, and there were mangled corpses everywhere.

And there were still shells falling continuously! He clearly remembered Ralph bringing six thousand men, right? Now, did those running around even add up to a thousand?

The shock this scene brought to Douglas was immense. It made his scalp tingle.

"Gulp, it seems like it makes no difference whether we're here or not."

Douglas was dejected. He had originally thought about coming to help, which would allow Qin Yang to owe him a favor, and then he could sell more of his armored vehicles. It would be best to get a few Mortars.

Those were 86-caliber ones! Definitely a massive weapon of destruction. Put it this way: on the battlefield in Syria, there was nothing that one shot couldn't solve. If there was, then two shots would do it!

Douglas still said, "Everyone, set up formation. Don't let those deserters get past us! Stop them all for me!"

This time he had brought an army of ten thousand. As for Qin Yang, the Government Forces valued him quite highly, especially after Qin Yang brought out those weapons.

It was hard not to speculate on how terrifying the forces behind Qin Yang were. But now, he felt that the level of importance placed on Qin Yang needed to be raised to another level!

On the other side, Qin Yang had been keeping an eye on the situation outside. The soldiers Ralph brought were basically wiped out. Only a few hundred remained, fleeing.

However, all their vehicles had been wiped out by Qin Yang's Mortars. They could only run on foot.

Qin Yang said to Qin Yi, "Take fifty men and come with me! Catch two tongues and bring them back! Ask which faction they belong to!"

"Daring to break ground on Tai Sui's head—are they tired of living? Later, I'll wipe out their home base!"

"Yes!"

Immediately after, Qin Yang took Qin Yi and fifty others, riding in armored vehicles, and charged out of the fortress in a grand procession.

A-Long and his lackeys almost dropped their jaws. "Holy crap! You really are a big brother! You've almost wiped them all out, and you still don't know whose side they're on!"

"Awesome!"

That was the only sentence A-Long could squeeze out in the end.