"It must be large-caliber artillery, otherwise, it couldn't reach that far..."
Jiang Feng stared at the targeted positions on the map and quickly came to a conclusion, but then froze.
Looking at the scattered shelling points, he felt bewildered.
"As for what kind of artillery... it's hard to say..."
Song Heping looked at the others.
No one could answer this question.
The command center fell into silence, the air as sticky as if mixed with glue.
The electric noise from the radio mingled with the desperate pleas and battle reports from the frontline positions, combined with the distant, rhythmic booms of explosions, pounding on everyone's nerves.
"A3 sector requesting artillery support! Repeat, A3 sector can't hold much longer!"
"B7 sector has heavy casualties, enemy artillery is too accurate! We need counteractions!"
"C1 sector command post has been hit! The company commander is dead!"
Each voice was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of Song Heping and Jiang Feng.
