Global Catastrophe: I Became the World Tree-Chapter 274 - 195: The Might of the Destroyer Hand Cannon_2

Chapter 274: Chapter 195: The Might of the Destroyer Hand Cannon_2

In such a situation, if the enemy focused their attack on a single point, they could easily breach the firepower blockade and penetrate our defenses. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Facing this predicament, the first to react was not the military’s command center but Ye Feng.

He immediately had the Mutated Parrot say, "I’ll have the flying squad help you transport troops. Just coordinate with your soldiers."

Bai Yinghui and others, who had been anxiously seeking a solution, were overjoyed upon hearing this.

"We’ll trouble Dragon Hall then. We will send the order for coordination immediately," Bai Yinghui spoke without delay.

Once communication concluded, Ye Feng promptly commanded the flying squadron to take action.

It started with the Mutated Sparrows. There were as many as 2,000 Second Order Mutated Sparrows.

Though they were only Second Order and not very large, with a wingspan of merely three to four meters, their Second Order physique meant carrying a soldier was no problem.

As for the main force, it was naturally comprised of Second Order Mutated Black Crows and Mutated Bats.

With their size, they could easily carry a load of over a thousand pounds, and in desperate circumstances, transporting a ton for a short period wasn’t an issue.

So, heavy machine guns and the like were also transported by them.

The Evolutionist Soldiers equipped with Destroyer Hand Cannons, one of the military’s most important trump cards, were transported by over 500 Mutated Eagles.

Not only were they fast, but their load-bearing capabilities were also the strongest, allowing them to carry those soldiers along with the 1,500-pound Destroyer Hand Cannons and even the ammunition boxes.

Chatter chatter chatter!

Boom boom boom!

The battlefield had by now reached a fever pitch.

Thousands of heavy machine guns spewed forth flames in unison, creating a web of firepower that covered every advance route of the ferocious beasts.

In such conditions, it was impossible to hide, yet the bullets from ordinary heavy machine guns couldn’t even penetrate the defenses of Sixth Order Ferocious Beasts.

Of course, this didn’t mean they had no effect. The bullets couldn’t pierce their skin or Scale Armor, but the impact was very much real.

A single bullet might do little, but when tens of thousands of bullets hit at once, the resulting force was immense and not even the Sixth Order Ferocious Beasts could ignore it.

Now, they were like ordinary people wading against the rapid flow of a river, unable to move effortlessly.

Under these conditions, the hit rate of the incoming Rocket Shells naturally skyrocketed.

As for mortars or High Energy Bombs, their power was incomparable to individual rocket shells, especially since High Energy Bombs could damage Sixth Order Ferocious Beasts.

So, these Sixth Order Ferocious Beasts, sticking to their old methods, would use Spiritual Energy to attack preemptively and detonate the shells.

All of a sudden, a Sixth Order Ferocious Beast that looked like a giant ape abruptly halted as it charged forward, looking down to see a string of bullet holes in its chest from which blood was profusely flowing.

It seemed puzzled at first and then furious, quickly fixing its gaze outside the restricted zone on the vehicle-mounted machine guns atop the infantry fighting vehicles.

The vehicle-mounted machine guns could fire 30mm caliber Armor-Piercing Bullets or Armor-Piercing Bullet, either of which could breach the defenses of the Sixth Order Ferocious Beasts, tearing a bowl-sized wound in their bodies.

But for these Sixth Order giants, a bowl-sized wound was no different from a bug bite.

However, while the wounds weren’t fatal and were merely scratches to them, the pain was not reduced.

That was why it was enraged. How could it not be furious from being hurt by such tiny creatures?

It let out an angry roar, the Spiritual Energy around it surging as it suddenly sped up.

Yet before it took two steps, it was forcibly brought to a halt again, not by its own volition but by the force of impact.

This time, its chest, abdomen, legs, and even its forehead were marred with wounds big and small, each the size of a washbasin.

And these wounds were not superficial; they were half a meter deep.

Even given its massive size, such wounds couldn’t be ignored; it was truly injured.

Boom, boom, boom!

The ape-like ferocious beast hadn’t recovered when another dozen or so basin-sized wounds appeared on its body.

The powerful impact forced it to take a step back, and at that moment, it was a mix of anger and a hint of fear.

Its heightened senses immediately locked onto the source of the danger.

When it saw those weak little crawlies, brandishing a "metal stick," inflicting such damage, it was taken aback with shock and rage.

This time, it didn’t foolishly take the beating and charge forward.

Instead, it bent down and grabbed several boulders from the ground. With a heave of its arms, those several-hundred-to-thousand-pound boulders shot out like cannonballs toward the small crawlies daring to fire at it.

One of the soldiers, targeted for attack, had just completed a round of firing with the Destroyer Hand Cannon, and the powerful recoil left his body slightly numb.

Seeing the giant boulder thrown at him, his legs went weak, and given the stone’s speed, he couldn’t react in time before it was upon him.

At that moment, the elite soldier felt certain he was a goner; even as an evolutionist, there was no way he could withstand an attack from a boulder carrying the impact force of tens of tons.

Yet, just then, a massive figure appeared in front of him.

It was a Second Order Mutated Buffalo.

The next moment, a dull thud resounded, and the large-bodied Mutated Buffalo was sent flying ten or so meters away.

Its flesh was a bloody blur, and even as it flew backward, there were snapping sounds—those were its bones breaking.

It was just one hit, and even at a distance of over a thousand meters, the Mutated Buffalo, known for its defensive power, was already on the verge of severe injury.

However, even with such grave wounds, the Mutated Buffalo simply rolled over and got straight up.

And the bloody, mangled wound on its body rapidly began to heal at an astonishing speed.

After it stood up, a tree root beneath the ground silently withdrew.

In that instant, Ye Feng had infused the Mutated Buffalo with a surge of life energy.

This life energy was enough for the Mutated Buffalo’s injuries to heal by more than half, and the reason it wasn’t fully healed was naturally to save on Spirit Points and Bioenergy.

After all, Ye Feng didn’t know how long this battle would last; all he needed was to ensure these mutated beings maintained their combat power. As for everything else, that could be dealt with after the war.

The elite soldier who had been rescued gazed at the Mutated Buffalo’s wounds healing before his eyes, dumbstruck and relieved deep in his heart.

If this Mutated Buffalo had died to save him, he would have truly felt guilty.

Seeing that the Mutated Buffalo was fine, he immediately turned around, swiftly reloaded the Destroyer Hand Cannon, and took aim once more at the Sixth Order Ferocious Beast that resembled a giant ape.

He adopted a bow stance, then braced the gun stock against a force absorption point on his Power Armor, before pulling the trigger once again.

Boom!

The sound of a cannon echoed as a Tungsten Steel Armor-piercing shell, 80mm in diameter, launched at a terrifying speed.

Under the mighty recoil, deep grooves were etched into the ground by his legs, forcing him to retreat half a meter before stopping.

But he didn’t care about any of that; even as he staggered backward, he was already aiming, and once he steadied himself, he pulled the trigger again.

The entire process was fluid, not missing a beat.

In just ten seconds, he emptied a magazine.

Another soldier by his side quickly passed him a loaded magazine.

To maximize the combat power of this group of elite soldiers, the military high command provided each with two soldiers tasked solely with reloading their ammunition.

The goal was to keep the firing rate of the Destroyer Hand Cannon at its most efficient.