Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1073 - 1073 One Thousand Fifty-Six Infiltration

1073: Chapter One Thousand Fifty-Six: Infiltration 1073: Chapter One Thousand Fifty-Six: Infiltration To perform a parachute jump, there is a limit to the load you can carry on your body.

If it’s a normal assault mode, Gao Yang will carry his Blade of Satan, his shotgun, and wear a heavy bulletproof vest, along with the maximum amount of ammunition he can carry, plus night vision devices, walkie-talkies, pistols, grenades, and other small items.

Even without including the weight of food and water, Gao Yang’s load would be around forty kilograms.

If he is entering the battlefield by vehicle or helicopter drop, Gao Yang can discard unnecessary items just before combat, such as leaving the Blade of Satan and rifle ammunition behind when conducting indoor combat, allowing him to fight more lightly, so carrying all his combat equipment wouldn’t be too much of a hindrance.

But for parachuting, Gao Yang can only selectively carry equipment.

If he is to serve as a Marksman, then he can’t bring the shotgun and its ammunition, he must carry fewer grenades, increase the ammunition for the pistol, and swap the heavy bulletproof vest for a bulletproof vest with only level three protection, trying to keep the load under twenty kilograms.

The reason for strictly controlling the weight is because this time Gao Yang and his group are performing a high-altitude, low-opening parachute jump, and precise control of the jumping point is essential.

Carrying too much weight or too many burdensome items will inevitably affect the quality of the parachute jump.

The airplane flew with lights controlled to prevent ground personnel from detecting the plane’s position.

Inside the cabin, there was no light at all, and Gao Yang and his team were in absolute darkness.

Finally, a green light lit up inside the cabin.

Seeing the green light, Gao Yang put on his goggles and turned on the night vision device, positioning it in front of his eyes.

After taking a deep breath, Gao Yang shouted to Number Thirteen: “I’ll ask you one last time, are you sure your parachute can handle this situation?”

Number Thirteen simply nodded and shouted back loudly: “I’ll also say it one last time, don’t think parachuting is exclusively for paratroopers.”

Gao Yang moved to the cabin door, and not long after, two green lights lit up in the cabin, and as all the green lights turned on, the cabin doors slowly opened.

With the tailgate of the cabin opened, the turbulent air inside started howling, and one had to shout loudly to be heard.

Gao Yang peered down and roared, jumping out first.

Six people lined up in a straight line, almost head to tail, and jumped out.

Night parachuting is different from daylight; during the day, you can see the ground, but at night you can’t, although you have night vision devices, the field of view and clarity are worlds apart.

The fear brought by night parachuting is many times stronger than during the day.

Even after many night jumps, Gao Yang still felt fear, with an intensity not much less than his first night jump.

Gao Yang spread his arms, using his hands to control the direction and speed of free fall.

He turned his head and saw that everyone was behind him, maintaining a tight formation.

Gao Yang turned his head back, adjusting the angle of descent with his spread arms until he spotted their parachuting target area through the night vision device.

He then retracted his arms, pressing them against his body, his eyes focused on the chosen landing spot.

After pulling back his arms to adjust his body posture, air resistance decreased, and Gao Yang’s speed of descent sharply increased, plunging toward the ground like a sharp arrow.

The five people behind Gao Yang sequentially performed the same movements, six people diving straight down in a line through the air.

Watching the green world grow larger before his eyes, Gao Yang had to use great self-control to resist the impulse to open his parachute.

Feeling the ground rapidly approaching, and just about to smash into it, Gao Yang finally pulled the parachute opening cord.

His body jolted suddenly; although still descending, the stark contrast in speed gave Gao Yang a sensation of being pulled up away from the ground by the parachute, which offered him tremendous safety reassurance.

At a height of only one hundred fifty meters from the ground, Gao Yang timely opened his parachute, and the others behind him also opened their parachutes at roughly the same height.

If it had been a low-altitude jump, the parachute could be deployed at a hundred meters, but with high-altitude, low-opening, when the fall speed reached free-fall terminal velocity, too low an altitude wouldn’t ensure safety.

Most crucially, Gao Yang needed some height to adjust his parachute to achieve the most precise landing.

Gao Yang accurately jumped between two small trees onto an empty piece of ground, landing on his feet and rolling forward to buffer the impact of hitting the ground.

He then got up immediately, quickly got rid of the parachute that hindered his movements, and took the rifle from his back, surveying his surroundings.

There was no danger nearby, and as Gao Yang completed all this, Li Jinfang had landed less than ten meters away from him.

Quickly detaching the parachute, Li Jinfang immediately took up the rifle with one knee on the ground.

All six people landed safely, their landing spots within a circle with a diameter of fifty meters.

Gao Yang, Li Jinfang, and Taylor formed a triangular defensive formation, while the other three people quickly gathered everyone’s parachutes, stuffing them haphazardly into a bundle and hiding them away to avoid detection.

The parachute is of a deep blue color, ideal for nighttime, making it difficult to spot against the night sky.

The war has greatly affected Damascus’s power supply, and in the rebel-controlled areas, electricity had long been cut off.

Added to that light control measures, the area where Gao Yang and his team were had become nearly pitch dark.

The closest enemy was only two hundred meters away, but Gao Yang was not worried about being discovered.

Judging by the movements of what might have been Rebel Army sentinels, Gao Yang confirmed the situation was secure.

The parachute jump right under the enemy’s nose was successful, the helicopter that was meant to extract them forcefully was no longer needed.

After Gao Yang signaled with his hands, Taylor, carrying a high-power radio, whispered, “Punisher has landed safely, awaiting further orders, over.”

Once he had determined the direction, Gao Yang extended his left arm towards the direction of advance, and then the team did not scatter but began moving fast and quietly as a single unit.

The team moved silently, needing to cover at least three kilometers, during which they had to pass through streets completely controlled by the Rebel Army to reach their destination.

The difficulty and risk of moving through Rebel Army-controlled streets were extraordinarily high.

The landing site was something like a central park, an open space, but not very large.

They hadn’t gone far when they reached the first street, which was filled with barricades and ruins.

During a war, in an environment of total darkness, there would be no one wandering on the streets.

Before crossing the road, having observed that there were no people nearby, Gao Yang and his team quietly made their way across.

While moving through streets flanked by buildings knowing that rebels were inside the houses, Gao Yang remained very calm, feeling no issue advancing in such an environment.

The team had to reach their destination within thirty minutes, and after crossing two streets and two intersections, Gao Yang finally saw the first group of Rebel Army on the road.

Approximately seven or eight people, sharing a dimly glowing object for lighting, suddenly turned the corner and hastened towards Gao Yang’s team head-on.

At about a hundred meters away, Gao Yang waved his hand and six people quickly hid in the shadows at the side of the road, behind piles of bricks and fragments of cement.

Gao Yang drew his pistol, motionless, listening to the footsteps getting closer until the approaching group walked past him and then further away.

Once the encountered team moved a hundred meters away, Gao Yang made no sound nor signal, instead, he stood up and continued on the pre-planned route.

Seeing Gao Yang moving, the others followed silently.

They continued on but when Gao Yang, after turning a corner, saw some rebels on the planned route he waved his hand, pulling back and then turned down an alternative route.

Gao Yang was not a local, and was not familiar with the terrain, but he had a map and GPS, and despite not having a local’s detailed knowledge of the terrain, he wouldn’t make mistakes with the general direction and choice of routes.

Throughout their journey, they avoided making noise and engaging the enemy, though they moved not so slowly.

In front of a six-story building pockmarked with large and small bullet holes, its original appearance no longer discernible, Gao Yang stopped; this building served as a landmark for entering the reconnaissance area.

The approach was smooth, and wanting to get closer to the building they planned to attack for reconnaissance, Gao Yang checked a military map briefly before realizing that there were other buildings ahead suitable for their needs.

He waved his hand, and the team moved forward.

The operation was going as smoothly as anticipated, Gao Yang hoped for the best outcome.

They continued until they were near a heavily damaged three-story building.

They were very close to the reconnaissance area now, unable to advance any further.

It was easy to evade the Rebel Army using the cover of darkness and one-way visibility, but the Iron Wall Mercenary Corps surely had night vision devices, and advancing further meant losing the advantage of one-way visibility.

The three-story building was severely damaged, with many large holes in the walls, one side of the wall almost completely gone, and large holes in the roof as well, making the building unfit for habitation.

However, Gao Yang saw that it was still possible to climb up smoothly.

The rooftop of the three-story building was a strategic high point and provided a clear view of the two large buildings targeted for bombing.

However, the view below was limited; buildings adjacent to the large buildings were not visible.

Gao Yang waved his hand, and the six people quietly entered the abandoned residential building, reaching a “room” on the third floor, where Gao Yang whispered, “Let’s get to work.”

The floor was littered with broken bricks, and there wasn’t even a spot to step on securely.

Jansen carefully moved some broken bricks aside, cleared out a space, and then gently set down his backpack on the cleared floor.

Gao Yang needed to be close enough but not too close, because he had Jansen, and Jansen had a drone.

(To be continued.

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