Carlos crouched at the side of the armored vehicle.
He calmly observed the surroundings.
The situation on the battlefield wasn't bad after all; the Guard Corps, being composed of elite soldiers, quickly established a counterattack position, relying on the convoy to strike back.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
Carlos shouted as loud as he could, "Cover each other in turns, pass the message down."
If there were no communication tools on the battlefield, then they could only rely on shouting, and the officers nearby who heard his voice passed the message on.
Suddenly, Carlos's gaze sharpened as if he saw something.
He grabbed the handrail of a Humvee and jumped on, where a Type 75 105mm recoilless gun was lying across!
"Turn around! Turn around!" he yelled to an officer who climbed into the vehicle, gesturing for him to make a turn.
He quickly took a seat, adjusted the angle, aimed at a distance, and called for an officer to load the gun.
"Incendiary Bombs!"
The shell was chambered!
