Chapter 2722 Vitality (Sixth Update)

"boom--"

Before Pu Zhanjun's motorcade reached the foot of Changbai Mountain, earth-shattering explosions rang out from Changbai Mountain, like lightning strikes.

Pu Zhanjun raised his eyes to look at the top of Changbai Mountain, and saw huge flames ripping apart the top of the mountain.

"asshole--"

Firelight and air waves rushed out from the mottled ground, as if countless fire dragons emerged from the ground in an instant.

Park Zhanjun, who was holding a telescope, could see that all the trees and rocks were blasted into the sky, and then poured down on the top of the mountain like rain.

Just when Park Zhanjun was shocked by the sudden explosion, one shell after another continued to perform wildly on the top of the mountain.

"boom!"

Amidst the flames, the explosion sounded again.

The top of the mountain was all bombarded again, with rocks flying up from time to time, and flames of explosives flying everywhere.

Pu Zhanjun and others at the foot of the mountain could feel that the entire Changbai Mountain was buzzing and shaking, as if there was an earthquake.

"boom!"

The top of the mountain trembled and swayed amidst the explosions one after another, and finally collapsed and turned into a pile of ruins.

When Pu Zhanjun looked at the peak again with a telescope, he was shocked to find that the peak was much shorter: "What's going on? What's going on?"

"Director Park, there's a call from above. It's a thunderstorm and the top of the mountain was struck by lightning."

A subordinate ran over with a phone: "Mrs. Wen and the others told us not to go up the mountain to avoid accidents in the minefield."

"Lightning?"

Pu Zhanjun was furious: "Do they think I'm a fool? This is obviously a cannon fire."

"They want Ye Tianlong to die!"

He never imagined that Mrs. Wen and the others would be so shameless, tampering with the cameras, calling in the American army to stop them, and finally firing cannons.

The subordinate whispered: "Mr. Pu also hopes that you will withdraw first. He said that you can leave the green hills without worrying about having firewood. It is too dangerous to go up now..."

"Because the Japanese people are crazy, Mrs. Wen is also crazy, and even the American army is determined to avenge Stilwell."

He reminded Pu Zhanjun: "The one who fired the artillery was the White Tiger Camp, a powerful force in hundreds of battles, and a direct descendant of Mr. Jin. If we go up and die, we will probably die in vain."

Park Zhanjun punched the hood of the car: "Asshole——"

For the first time, Park Zhanjun felt sad for himself. He was always powerless when he wanted to do something. It also made him realize for the first time that power is valuable.

Without power, he could not stop the Japanese from playing tricks.

Without power, he could only watch the White Tiger Battalion fire, and even scolding Mrs. Wen was not qualified.

Without power, the top soldiers of the American army could block his way and force him to make an extra detour...

At this moment, Park Zhanjun seemed to have an epiphany and vowed to control Nan Han's absolute power.

Like Emperor Ma Qing and Ye Tianlong, he has the final say.

"Woo——"

While Park Zhanjun was furious, three US Army helicopters were roaring in from a distance. They ignored the thick smoke on the top of the mountain and slowly patrolled in and out.

They were not looking for Ye Tianlong's body, but to see if there were any survivors. After all, it was difficult to identify the target body after thirty-six shells exploded.

"There are no survivors on the north side!"

"There are no survivors on the west side!"

"No one was found alive on the mountainside."

As three US military helicopters circled the top of the mountain, exchanging news, there was no one alive from the mountainside to the top of the northwest sides.

"No. 3 continues to inspect the traces from the mountainside to the top of the mountain."

The leader's helicopter issued an order: "No. 2, go to the east cliff to check."

"I'm going to the south side..."

"In addition, inform the four teams at the bottom of the mountain that they can enter the top of the mountain in half an hour."

"I hope that bastard lives. I want to shoot holes in him myself to avenge Stilwell."

Following his command, the three helicopters turned again, roaring through the black smoke, searching for possible survivors.

The leader's No. 1 helicopter slowly lifted up, passed through a blown-up tree, and then arrived near the stone Buddha statue on the south side.

The helicopter glanced at the thick smoke and flames, then looked at the ruined stone Buddha, shook his head and was about to leave, when suddenly, he saw a reflection.

"Turn around, turn around, there seems to be someone."

The helicopter issued a command, and the pilot turned the fuselage sideways. Just after passing a corner, he saw a figure emerging from the black smoke.

"Whoosh——"

There was a flash of red light, the machine gunner's head fell to the ground, the pilot's neck was pierced, and the co-pilot's aorta was cut, and then the helicopter roared and fell towards the cliff.

Ye Tianlong stretched out his body and disappeared into the black smoke, waiting for the next opportunity.

"No. 1 is damaged, No. 1 is damaged."

The co-pilot held the wound and weakly squeezed out a sentence: "We are all stabbed, all vitals. There are enemies on the south side... powerful enemies..."

"Requesting artillery support, artillery support..."

"boom--"

Before he finished speaking, the helicopter crashed into the cliff with a roar, into the surging Han River, and a large flame rose up.

"No. 1? No. 1!"

Helicopters No. 2 and No. 3 shouted, then angrily: "Asshole!"

Apparently they knew something was wrong.

The two helicopters not only pulled up, but also slowly approached the south side. They wanted to shoot but ended up retreating more than ten meters. Then they realized that Ye Tianlong was powerful.

A US military adjutant with a Chinese character picked up the walkie-talkie, adjusted a frequency and shouted loudly:

"White Tiger Camp, White Tiger Camp, I am Captain John. Please cover the south side of the mountain with twelve more artillery fires."

"After the cannon fodder is covered, we will fire incendiary bombs from the east and west to strangle the terrible enemy."

"We must kill him today and avenge our dead brothers."

After issuing the order, the square-faced officer pulled the helicopter higher and away from the southern Buddha statue that was about to be covered by artillery fire.

The other helicopter also pulled away.

At the same time, they opened the barrels and prepared to drop incendiary bombs to make Ye Tianlong live a life worse than death.

"White Tiger Battalion has arrived, White Tiger Battalion has arrived!"

At this time, at a base ten kilometers away, a team was adjusting the artillery coefficient, and at the same time, satellite maps returned to the screen.

Ye Tianlong's head also appeared on it. Although there was black smoke blocking his chin and his hair turned white, his facial features could still be seen clearly.

Pagoda, wearing an officer's uniform, looked at the photo, then looked at the ruined mountaintop, and two US helicopters that were about to launch incendiary bombs.

Pagoda was sweating profusely, biting his lips, and then his face showed determination. After turning off the communication, his fingers moved quickly to adjust the angle.

Then, he gave the order:

"Fire!"

Twelve shells whizzed out and headed straight for the top of the mountain where thick smoke was billowing.

"Boom boom--"

Ten seconds later, two US helicopters tried to dodge but were still hit by the shells, exploding into two balls of fire and falling to the ground...

At the same time, a figure rushed out from the south and jumped into the rolling Han River...