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Boom!
Boom boom!
One round of artillery fire was not enough; three consecutive volleys of grenade bombardment took place, each grenade capable of covering an area of hundreds of meters in radius, essentially reaching every nook and cranny within a few kilometers.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Jiang Ding clumsily crawled out from a pile of earth and rocks lifted by the shockwave, his arm blown off once again. This was due to him keeping his distance, having never gotten close.
And then there was the most important factor: luck.
"Damn!"
"I'm just a lowly foot soldier, and you guys are using so many shells to cover an area with bombardment. The logistics department is going to have you up in military court for this!"
Swearing, Jiang Ding felt that the "Art of Small Concealment" could still be operated normally and hurriedly retreated toward the back.
