Following this, Wang Zhong gained an even deeper understanding of the role of heavy artillery.
It was just a salvo, but out of four shells, two missed their mark; it was actually the last one to fall that hit the enemy smack dab in the middle.
Even so, for the next hour, the enemy's armored reconnaissance battalion couldn't do a damn thing except rescue the wounded, collect equipment from the wounded and the dead, and push the destroyed vehicles to the side of the road—three tasks that kept them incredibly busy.
At first, Wang Zhong paid close attention to the enemy's next move, but after a while, he let out a sigh, pulled up a chair, and sat down by the window to look at the sky.
Officially he was looking at the sky, but he was actually still using a bird's eye view to watch the enemy.
