C7052 A Death Line!
C7052 A Death Line!
The first round of cannon fire!
The second round of cannon fire!
The third round of cannon fire!
The fourth round…
In less than three minutes, the artilleries of the 35th Infantry Division had completed four rounds of cannon fire. The artillery shells that they fired out were more than 10 tons in weight!
Facing such a large-scale cannon fire, not to mention killing a person, even if they were facing a hill, they would probably raze it to the ground.
More than 100 main tanks and the self-propelled grenade launchers had their barrels turned red and smoking. They were already at their limits.
"Under such a large-scale cannon fire, that man will definitely die this time, right?"
An old soldier who was crouching in the trenches and covering his ears with his hands muttered to himself.
Similar to him, the other soldiers also popped their heads out of the trenches and nervously looked in the direction of the line of fire.
After experiencing such a violent and overbearing cannon fire, even if the enemy was a sturdy defensive structure, they would probably be reduced to rubble in front of the barrels.
Not to mention that they were only facing a mortal human. Even if he had three heads and six arms, he might not be able to withstand such a concentrated fire attack, right?
As for Serbakova, she was so shocked by what had happened that she closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at what was happening in front of her. Her delicate body was also trembling uncontrollably, like a frightened bird.
On the other hand, the reporters were shaking their heads and sighing non-stop.
"Sigh …"
"Tell me, what did that man do wrong? He just had to charge into the front line!"
"You have to know that the 35th Infantry Division is a trump card. Not to mention the Far East War Zone, even in the entire Tsarist Russia, the 35th Infantry Division is one of the best elite troops …"
At this time, many white-haired old men in the crowd couldn't help but sigh.
As for the reporters of the Tsarist Russia Weekly, they couldn't help but put down the SLR camera in their hands. They also sighed in dejection, as if they were lamenting the tragic ending of that man.
However, just as everyone was sighing deeply and sighing in silence, a scene that shocked everyone present happened again.
On the battlefield, a figure walked out step by step, steadfast and unwavering.
His entire body was burning with scarlet magma. The dazzling red light was constantly circling and dancing around him. Every single one of the warheads was scattered ten meters away from him, but they had never hurt this man in the slightest!
Zhang Xiaofann actually walked out of the line of fire alive, and he was unharmed?!
He had resisted the bombardment of hundreds of tanks, grenade launchers, and rocket launchers with his own body alone!