He and Stark both had a bad feeling that this mission would be in big trouble.

It turns out their feelings were right.

As soon as the rescue convoy left, a sharp whistling sound was heard in the sky.

"Mortars..." Twain yelled, and quickly got out of the car and ran towards the building.

These American soldiers were all veterans who had experienced previous battles. They reacted quickly and ran towards the building one by one.

The open space in front of the church was hit by a wave of 100-caliber artillery shells, which instantly blew the equipment outside to a crisp.

"Damn it, are you guys eating shit up there?" Twain cursed angrily, "Go upstairs, upstairs, find their artillery position..."

The Americans' attention had previously been on the buildings, and these shells were fired from the periphery.

However, due to the problems inherent in the mortar, its use is limited in this densely built environment.

So although Twain was angry, he was not very worried.

Both sides started to move, some went upstairs, some went into the church.

The sound of gunfire was soon heard from the rooftop, but it was very quiet on Stark's side.

Those who performed meritorious service on the top of the church are called death warriors, and there is no possibility of survival after performing meritorious service. Stark's men quickly cleaned up everything inside the church and began to carry out the final mission.

But they turned over all the church grounds and still found nothing fishy.

"No!" Stark was slightly panicked, "The information is wrong... Get out of here!"

The shelling outside stopped, and Stark led his men to rush out and board the plane.

"Brother, what's going on?" Twain yelled at Stark.

"We were fooled. There are no weapons here."

"So what should we do? Retreat?"

"certainly!"

After deciding to retreat, Twain immediately gave the order and ran to his armored vehicle that had not been bombed.

As soon as he got on the bus, he heard the driver-soldier shouting in despair: "Oh, God..."