king of war

Chapter 304 Making War
At this time, Sheffield swept away his decadent expression and regained his former high-spirited look. He even lost his crutches.

Sheffield was followed by several non-commissioned officers of the Marine Corps, holding guns with their nostrils upturned, with a domineering expression on their faces.

Several non-commissioned officers brought over several boxes, quickly piled them together, and then saluted Sheffield.

Sheffield nodded in satisfaction, quickly jumped onto the box, glanced around, and shouted, "Soldiers!"

Everyone noticed him and quickly stood at attention facing him and saluted.

"Relax." Sheffield took off the cigar from his mouth and began to make a speech, "It's a pleasure to meet you, the people who appear here are elites selected from various countries, they are the best soldiers, and I, too, like the best, and I lead soldiers who have always been the best. I want you to perform at your best, or I'll send those left behind to pack up and go home to your country."

After speaking, Sheffield looked around the group. All the soldiers below were expressionless, but when he saw them, they all raised their chests subconsciously, showing their most energetic side.

"Very good, soldiers." Sheffield was very satisfied with the effect of his speech, "We are in the most dangerous situation since the Cold War, and I am not trying to scare you."

"We are facing a war, a war on a global scale. Our opponent is a group of cruel, morally bottomless villains, hooligans, who call themselves terrorists, create panic among the people, and then use it to satisfy their despicable, A frivolous and even shameful request."

"Our mission is to kill these guys, catch them, slit their throats, drain their blood! Throw them back to hell!"

"Roar!"

The soldiers below let out a burst of shouting, each of them had high morale, and it seemed that the scene was very shocking.

Qin Rongshuai smiled slightly, poked the expressionless Price next to him, and asked quietly, "Know you?"

"Unfamiliar." Price sneered and snorted disdainfully, "I heard that this guy was raised by a bitch. I haven't had the honor to learn it yet."

"Now we are fighting under his command." Qin Rongshuai reminded.

"Then our days ahead must be very exciting!" Price said coldly.

"As long as he doesn't trick me, we'll be fine." Qin Rongshuai patted Price on the shoulder, "But we still have to be careful."

While the two were talking, Sheffield jumped off the box and walked over, until he stopped in front of everyone.

"Hello, this is Mr. Qin, right?" Sheffield stretched out his hand and said enthusiastically.

"You can just call me Qin." Qin Rongshuai showed a polite smile, reached out his hand and shook hands with Sheffield.

"I heard that your news is very well-informed, much better than those bastards from the CIA." Sheffield clenched his hands tightly, looking straight into Qin Rongshuai's eyes, and asked tentatively.

When Qin Rongshuai pinched it lightly, Sheffield's eyes almost popped out, as if his hand was pinched by iron tongs, almost crushing his bones.

"I just know a little more than others." Qin Rongshuai said with a smile, "If the general wants any information, just come to me. As for the working ability of the CIA, it's not convenient for me to evaluate."

Sheffield quickly shook off Qin Rongshuai's hand, rubbed his own hand vigorously, took a deep look at Qin Rongshuai, and said in a meaningful tone, "Huaxia people, this is our territory, I will deal with anything, You just need to provide some information."

"No problem." Qin Rongshuai nodded, "I don't like to do anything."

Sheffield walked away sullenly.

"It seems that he doesn't like you." Price said thoughtfully, looking at the back of Sheffield who was going away.

"I don't like him either." Qin Rongshuai said with a smile, "We'll see."

……

In the Hindu Kush Mountains.

More than a dozen 115mm high-explosive bombs swept across the night sky and smashed hard on the ground. The dense shells exploded continuously, and each figure disappeared in the smoke and dust of the explosion.

Hundreds of bomb craters are densely packed in an area, and you can feel the metal fragments if you grab the dirt, and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke permeates the entire sky.

Well-trained soldiers are inputting coordinate data into each launch vehicle, and ammunition is shot out of the launch tube every second, and fire dragons show indescribable beauty in the night sky, representing the light of death extending from the ground into the sky and then ruthless again. Hit the ground hard.

The two soldiers of the special forces of the shadow force poured out all the ammunition that could be launched within 10 minutes without any omission. More than 200 large-caliber rockets completed the most effective attack.

Pillars of smoke rose high amidst the loud noise. It was an absolutely unimaginable nightmare. Hundreds of terrorists who were preparing to escape in the mountains looked at the firework hell in front of them in horror.

Without any warning, they were engulfed in shrapnel and high-temperature air waves by successive explosions. All objects were smashed into fine dust in the collision and tearing, and a violent storm formed by steel mixed with gravel swept across. Passing through one area after another, the energy released by each ammunition is enough to wipe out all life forms within a radius of [-] meters. No one can stop the coming of death.

"Boom!" An M2 infantry fighting vehicle that was directly hit by the rocket warhead happened to have only two tracks and a small half of the hot car body left after a bang. Even the tanks couldn't bear it, let alone the thin-skinned light tanks. Tons of steel fragments shot in all directions like hailstones, and wounds of various shapes appeared on the bodies of a large number of terrorists who were caught off guard.

"Da! Da!" The dense machine gun fire suddenly created a blood mist in the crowd. Dozens of howling warheads smashed several military doctors who were undergoing emergency surgery on the scene, as well as the wounded, into flying pieces. Carrying out wanton massacres, two soldiers of the shadow army kept swinging their guns and shooting the red flames at any terrorist who could still move. No matter whether it was the wounded or the military doctor, they could not escape the pursuit of death. There was no morality.

Countless warheads spun into the human body, and the wailing sounds gradually faded away. The crossfire formed by the two light machine guns instantly controlled the entire area. It was a completely tragic scene. The pleasure of disappearing and killing lives wantonly may only be felt by beach defense machine gunners during World War II.

In a hidden cave, Makarov watched the scenes of massacre in front of him with bloodshot eyes, and watched his men being turned into pieces one by one.

(End of this chapter)