"Chan Country soldiers are attacking, counterattack, counterattack quickly!"
"Steel Camp, it's Jieke Group's Steel Camp!"
"My hand, aaah! My arm is gone, has anyone seen my arm?"
"We can't fire back, absolutely can't fire back, we'll die if we don't run now, we'll really die, and I don't want to die yet!"
The entire military camp had descended into chaos, with crying, screaming, and the noise of gunfire filling the air.
Siwaven's eyes bulged as he saw fires and explosions everywhere in the camp, with bullets whizzing past.
Suddenly, a shell landed, right at the center of the group of older soldiers who had bullied him.
Along with a violent explosion, those soldiers vanished in an instant, replaced by a crater billowing with smoke and strewn with human remains.
A piece of intestine landed on Siwaven's neck, its stench so pungent that his body shook uncontrollably, and his skin broke out in goosebumps.
Siwaven stood there stunned for a good ten seconds before a jolt went through his body. Hearing the cries all around him, the instinct to survive made him scramble and crawl into the very crater made by the shell.
As soon as he crawled into the crater, he saw hundreds of soldiers, driven by officers, trembling as they held their weapons, trying to mount a counterattack.
"Is anyone still alive? Everyone pick up your guns, anyone who dares to run will be shot on the spot."
The officer shouted loudly, trying to rally the troops, with a supervisory team behind them, coercing the soldiers into the confrontation.
Siwaven didn't even dare to breathe heavily; he had no intention of going out.
The cruel battlefield had already terrified him out of his wits.
Moreover, he saw among those soldiers some who had once bullied him; he would rather they died than risk his life for them.
So Siwaven lay motionless in the crater. In the dark of night, he was not easily spotted.
The group of Siam Soldiers moved forward cautiously, searching for the enemy in the darkness.
Little did they know, every move they made was being watched by the Eye Worms above.
The recon Eye Worms had clearer vision than any night vision equipment currently outfitted by humans. It circled hundreds of meters above, relaying information to the Genetic Warrior controlling it.
A few kilometers away, a Genetic Warrior carrying a 150mm mortar crouched down, grabbing and stuffing mortar shells into the muzzle one after another.
The shells slid down the barrel freely, striking the firing pin at the bottom, and then screamed out of the muzzle, the mortar firing rapidly.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The shells fell in rapid succession, landing precisely kilometers away, blowing bodies to pieces, with severed limbs scattered all around, and those hit by shrapnel screaming in pain on the ground.
The group of Siam Soldiers were shell-shocked; before the smoke from the bombardment could clear, heavy footsteps and the distinctive sound of a Gatling gun's electric motor could be heard from up front.
The next moment, a three-meter-tall Genetic Warrior from the Steel Camp emerged, covered in steel alloy armor.
He held a Gatling gun, its barrel rotating at high speed as it spat out flames, tearing apart the flesh and blood in front of him.
Siam Soldiers fell like wheat before the scythe, mowed down by a hail of bullets.
The only resistance, a few bullets fired their way, were like tickles to the Biological Armor and were easily deflected.
The morale of the Siam Soldiers collapsed in an instant, turning in panic, running, screaming, crying.
Both the officers and the supervisory team, seeing the emergence of the Steel Camp Genetic Warrior, also turned and fled.
Even though they carried Rocket Launchers and Single Soldier Anti-Tank Missiles, weapons that could threaten the Steel Camp Genetic Warrior.
But even the best weapons are only as good as those who use them.
The quality of the Siamese Army was such that they couldn't withstand the brutality of the battlefield.
When the Steel Camp Genetic Warrior charged them, the only thought left in their heads was that running was the only way to live, utterly devoid of any idea to fight to the death.
But their attempts to escape were far slower than the bullets. The Gatling's ultra-high rate of fire, mixed with tracers in the night, made a fiery chain like a red whip that whipped down fleeing Siam Soldiers one by one.
No one could escape the punishment of the Gatling; dropping their weapons and fleeing only ended their lives faster.
Siwaven quietly witnessed this scene, feeling as if his blood was freezing in his veins.
He had always heard how terrifying the Steel Camp was, said to be able to fight against hundreds, but he had never had a firsthand impression.
But today, he finally understood just how fearsome the Steel Camp Genetic Warriors were. The rumors were not exaggerated in the least; in fact, saying they could fight a hundred was an understatement. Against weak forces like the Siamese Army, that number could climb much higher.
Minutes later, when the gunfire stopped, there were no longer any living people standing on the scene.
The Genetic Warrior who held the Gatling had his feet covered in shell casings, his cold Metallic Mecha blackened somewhat by the smoke, dust shaken off his body, when a curse suddenly came through his earpiece; it was the voice of his platoon leader, Wen Yangchun.
"Shi Genshang, dammit, Shi Genshang, who told you to kill them all? Did you forget what I ordered before?"
Shi Genshang scratched the back of his head, apologetically saying, "Sorry, Platoon Leader, I didn't expect these Siam Soldiers to be so chicken. As soon as they saw me, they ran, and I accidentally got a bit carried away. But I didn't kill everyone, there seems to be one survivor..."
While speaking, Shi Genshang glanced at the crater.
Hiding there, covering himself with half a corpse, pretending to be dead, Siwaven was so frightened that his body went stiff; his heart felt like it had stopped.