The shells seemed to have eyes, landing precisely one after another beside the pickup truck.
In an instant, the pickup truck turned into a smoking pile of scrap metal amidst the explosion.
People?
They didn't even have the chance to scream, blown apart on the spot.
Another group of about twenty or thirty 1515 Armed members had just regrouped in a low-lying area and, under the call of a small leader, were preparing to launch a new round of assault.
They hadn't even had time to spread out their formation when a deadly whistle came from the sky.
Whew—
Whew whew—!
At least four mortar shells landed, directly covering this low-lying area.
The dense sound of explosions was almost continuous, as fire and smoke instantly enveloped this group of people.
The shrapnel swept through at 360 degrees with no dead angle.
In a flash, severed limbs mixed with blood and viscera splattered everywhere, screams completely drowned out by the deafening explosion.
