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Chapter 1073 - 1073 1025 Fierce Bombardment!_2

1073: Chapter 1025: Fierce Bombardment!_2 1073: Chapter 1025: Fierce Bombardment!_2 The local populace was delighted to see the continual flashes of light and billowing smoke, which was akin to ‘funding burning.’

When the last shell exploded, the earth-shaking sensation finally ceased.

The rumbling noise disappeared, but with the faint starlight and moonlight, it vaguely revealed that the entire manor had been utterly ruined.

Not a single building stood erect, and nearly all of the flowers, plants, and trees were now invisible.

Luxury vacation homes, opulent clubs, mercenaries, bodyguards…

Under the ravaging of artillery praised as the war gods, they no longer existed.

Moreover,

the explosive power of the shells was extremely strong.

Especially the large-caliber howitzers, within the thirty or forty-meter range, which was an absolute lethal zone.

It was no use lying down or getting flat; the powerful impact was enough to tear to shreds.

Even dozens of meters away, the oncoming blast waves from the explosion, along with debris and stone splinters, also had astonishing lethality.

Hence, after being subjected to high-intensity, fierce bombardment, the entire manor was naturally beyond recognition, completely turned into ruins.

Buildings, plants, vehicles, personnel, livestock, and so on…

all were obliterated.

The gunpowder smoke dispersed, and the dust settled.

It looked especially like a forced demolition, followed by countless excavators and loaders that further devastated the ground.

Stones were blown to bits, and the area was riddled with craters of all sizes.

The intense artillery fire made the soil scorching hot, a literal example of ‘scorched earth.’

Of course,

for fear of another round of shelling, the local populace dared not approach.

No one dared to walk around the manor to take a closer look, let alone scavenge for leftovers.

What if an unexploded shell suddenly detonated, wouldn’t that just be a direct ticket to heaven?

Or another sudden round of bombardment to supplement the destruction, completely leveling the property, wouldn’t that just be courting death?

Therefore…

After the shelling ceased, Sangkrei returned to the quiet of the night.

The populace, filled with anticipation, thought there might be another round of intense bombardment to feast their eyes on.

But after a good wait, the third round never came.

Some people couldn’t wait any longer.

The manor used to be so rich and luxurious, even after being heavily bombarded, surely, something must be left?

Like those expensive luxury cars, the steel bars from buildings – even selling scrap could make some money!

Also, the manor had underground wine cellars, food warehouses, and the like.

The shells couldn’t possibly have penetrated the surface soil and underground structures, completely destroying the cellars and warehouses, could they?

Moreover, the manor used to breed many animals for the wealthy to hunt.

The animals that were blown up or injured – that’s still meat!

For the impoverished local populace, this was a rare source of meat.

The first one unafraid of death had already dashed over.

Where there was a first, a second quickly followed.

Seeing others scavenging and picking up debris and having waited for a long time with no third round of artillery fire,

poverty and hunger had ultimately overcome fear and timidity.

The people of Sangkrei flocked towards Strehl Manor from all directions, as though heading to a market.

Some used flashlights, some carried torches, while others came on motorcycles and in pickup trucks.

Under the night sky,

viewed from a distance, the once prosperous and luxurious Strehl Manor, now flattened, seemed to have become a playground for countless fireflies, twinkling brightly, bustling with activity.

But it was actually thousands of people, frantically digging the ground for treasure.

Someone found severed limbs and corpses in the ruins and quickly searched for any valuables such as watches, mobile phones, gold teeth, and the like.

Others were dismantling the blown-to-pieces vehicle wreckage, a group working together, swiftly taking it apart and dividing the spoils, ready to sell the scrap metal.

There were also people frantically digging the soil, trying to uncover underground storage cellars.

The piercing cold wind couldn’t dampen people’s surging enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, thousands of meters in the sky above.

A drone was capturing all this ‘in full view’ through its wide-angle infrared night-vision camera.

Through the satellite data link, the live situation was broadcast to a desert camp, less than thirty kilometers away from Strehl Manor.

Not far from the camp was the artillery position.

Two heavy howitzer battalions, with thirty-two 155mm howitzers, formed a reasonably sized barrage group.

Around the artillery position, there were also armored infantry fighting vehicles forming a guard force.

Though these howitzers were considered several decades old by major military powers.

In a chaotic region like Nabiya, the god of war really lived up to its name.

After completing the bombing, the artillerymen were cleaning up.

Especially those golden yellow shell casings, selling them was all money!

The casings were loaded onto trucks, and the howitzers were towed behind them.

Accompanied by the dull roar of engines, the artillerymen began to regroup and leave.

Two kilometers away, in an inconspicuous ravine.

The whirring sound was the money counting machine at work.

Several portly tall black men were gleefully counting and collecting money.

Stacks and stacks of cash, totaling sixty million, couldn’t possibly be counted in full.

The leader inside the armored command vehicle, chatting leisurely with the guests, had long instructed to just do a spot check.

A few stacks of banknotes were randomly selected, each stack of one hundred thousand was real money.

Upon receiving the news, the leader burst into laughter, ordering the guards to load the money and prepare to leave.

On parting, of course, it was all backslapping and lively banter.

After chatting for a while, the armored vehicle roared into the distance.

Tang Xiao walked up to Wu Jie, sighing with some regret:

“We could have easily accomplished the mission with a decapitation strike, why did you have to put on such a show?

Are you afraid that if we went, we wouldn’t be able to come back?”

Wu Jie raised his eyebrows.

“Lunge into enemy territory for a sneak attack?

Do you think the mercenaries in Strehl Manor are all pushovers?

Instead of risking your lives, it’s better to spend money to get it done, it’s simpler and more worry-free!”

Tang Xiao chuckled:

“Having money really does enable you to do whatever you want!

Hiring two heavy howitzer battalions, unleashing ten thousand rounds of artillery, what can’t be bombed to death or eradicated?”

“Your unorthodox method is truly the epitome of simplicity and brutality; it’s no wonder people call you the King of Tricksters, you don’t play by the rules at all!”

Wu Jie snorted with a smile, flicked out his cigarette butt, opened the door, and got into the car.

Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem!

Why bother going through the hassle of assassinating Yang Tao and his people, risk being discovered, counterattacked, and surrounded?

Why make it so complicated?

Find the right position, bomb the hell out of it with ten thousand rounds, and no one can’t be killed by the bombardment.

What’s more, didn’t this trip bring two hundred million in cash?

Since we’re not participating in the nuclear warhead auction and not giving it to the Xu Family in Liuli City, why not spend it?

Money is money when it’s spent; otherwise, it’s just a string of numbers, a pile of waste paper.

And this bombing, along with the massacre by the duo from Sangkrei on the cruise ship, would be a warning shot.

Wu Jie wanted to see what tricks the Auxiliary Business Association in Rosdelle had up its sleeve…