Chapter 539: Besieged on All Sides

In the canyon, the rebels formed a long straight line and poured forward one after another.

Influenced by his adjutant, although Sun Xiangtian still did not believe that the Seventh Legion dared to ambush here, he was also cautious.

The overall speed of the rebels slowed down a little, and the formation was well maintained. If the Seventh Legion really wanted to ambush, the rebels could launch a counterattack at any time.

On the cliff on the flank, four teams of scouts occupied all the commanding heights and were patrolling around bored.

Like Sun Xiangtian, the scout team obviously did not think that the Seventh Legion dared to come to fight against the stone with an egg.

Today's rebels are in an extremely fanatical state from top to bottom. Everyone discusses how to get more military merits every day.

No one will consider the possibility of failure.

There is no way, the first battle of the human race against the demon race took place in the snow-capped mountains.

The report of the 20,000-man supply team slaughtering 140,000 demon army is still vivid.

That was the peak period of the demon tribe, led by four Lords of the Abyss, but they were all killed.

From that day on, self-propelled artillery was synonymous with invincibility in Wuliang Snow Mountain.

This has become a consensus.

Almost all the rebels believed that Guanshan must have been frightened by the aura of the Venerable, so he took such a stupid move of hiding in Wuliang Snow Mountain.

Not far from the scout team, Guanshan led the Seventh Legion quietly hiding in the snow.

Taiyi lazily lay on Guanshan's arm, shaking his limbs boredly.

There were no facial features on his little head, but a detailed map was outlined with simple strokes.

One of the long thin lines represented the current position of the main force of the rebels.

Guanshan had been active in the snow mountain for several months and knew very well that most of the detection methods of the Demon Slayer Division would be greatly reduced in the snow mountain.

He took advantage of this and hid the large army under the eyes of the rebels at the farthest detection distance.

Guan Shan calmly looked at the map, like a patient hunter, quietly waiting for his prey.

Sun Xiangtian in the canyon suddenly felt a palpitation for some reason.

He slowly walked to the observation window in front of the command vehicle, frowning and watching the advancing army.

"How long ago was the last report of the patrol scout?"

Sun Xiangtian asked irritably.

"The last report was 9 minutes ago. According to the regulations, the next round of reports should be coming soon. Do you need to confirm it now?"

The signalman asked Sun Xiangtian.

"Let them report immediately, and change the reporting frequency to once a minute."

Sun Xiangtian always felt uneasy and spoke quickly.

Dong!

Before Sun Xiangtian's order was officially conveyed, a dull sound came from the top of the command vehicle.

Sun Xiangtian raised his head with a solemn face.

A trace of blood slowly flowed down from the top of the observation window.

With the inertia of the vehicle, a cold corpse rolled down from the roof, with ice chips still remaining on the neck.

Sun Xiangtian recognized the armor worn by the corpse.

It was specially used by the scout team!

"Order the whole army! Stop moving!"

"Turn on all the self-propelled artillery!"

Sun Xiangtian roared and gave the order, then raised his head and looked at the top of the cliff.

Both sides of the cliff have been completely occupied by the Seventh Legion. The densely packed soldiers are staring at the ground below, and everyone's eyes are flashing with cold murderous intent.

At this moment, the Seventh Legion no longer has the embarrassment of fleeing in panic.

It's just a group of ferocious hungry wolves!

"These mad dogs of the Seventh Legion actually dare to come to trouble us."

"I will make them never come back!"

Click! Click! Click!

The carriages opened quickly under the drive of the gears, and the black muzzles of the guns flashed with cold light, aiming at the top of the cliff quickly.

The sound of the machine operation gradually eased Sun Xiangtian's nervous mood.

He looked at the top of the cliff fiercely, with both anger and excitement in his heart.

The disastrous defeat in the last duel and the humiliation of these days all climbed onto his mind.

Without waiting for all the self-propelled artillery to complete the aiming, Sun Xiangtian roared hysterically, "Fire!!"

"Crush them all for me!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The roar of the artillery shook the canyon, but Sun Xiangtian's heart became colder and colder.

He only felt that he had fallen into a bottomless ice pond, and the emotions of despair and unwillingness tightly wrapped him in it.

"How is it possible..."

"All the self-propelled artillery of the Demon Slayer Division is under the management of the logistics department."

"Before entering the Wuliang Snow Mountain, I specially counted the inventory..."

"Why..."

"Why does the Seventh Legion also have self-propelled artillery?!"

Sun Xiangtian was completely confused, as if a big hand was strangling his neck.

Let alone command, he has lost his normal thinking ability now. He can only look at the top of the cliff in despair, unable to say a word.

The sudden change, coupled with the loss of command by the headquarters, the rebels had no idea how to deal with it in a hurry.

Just a moment of daze, one-third of the rebels' self-propelled artillery was blown up by dense artillery fire.

The remaining rebels could no longer wait for the command of the headquarters, and launched a counterattack on their own.

However, the Seventh Legion not only seized the initiative, but also occupied an extremely advantageous terrain.

The top-down sweeping was completely unaffected by the blind spot of vision. The remaining rebels were like live targets, with no room to dodge.

On the other hand, the rebels' sweeping from below was a test of the operator's skills. Not only did they have to constantly correct the angle of the trajectory, but they also had to bear the enemy's dense artillery fire and counterattack. It was a great test of their mentality and skills.

What's worse is that the rebels were in extreme fear. Those ordinary infantrymen could only hold crossbows and shoot at their heads.

The supernatural array attached to the crossbows was extremely limited under the suppression of the misty and snowy mountains, and was not much stronger than ordinary crossbows.

Such an attack was completely a drizzle for the Seventh Legion. Only a few artillery that could really pose a threat could hit the Seventh Legion's self-propelled artillery.

Both sides were pouring ammunition desperately, and the whole canyon was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Under the dense barrage of bullets, the rebels fell one by one like weeds.

Those unarmored infantrymen, under the bombardment of artillery, could not even leave a complete body.

The blood mist that kept exploding around them and the flying limbs and arms completely defeated the mentality of the rebels.

After the last self-propelled artillery was also blown up by the Seventh Legion, the rebels completely lost the will to resist.

The frightened rebels fled frantically, fearing that if they were a step slower, they would be crushed into meat paste by the ruthless artillery fire.

But when they finally rushed to the entrance of the canyon stepping on the corpses of their companions, they all found in despair that what greeted them was not the hope of survival.

Instead, it was a bunch of black gun barrels...

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