Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1079 - 1079 One Thousand and Sixty-Two If Not Me Who

1079: Chapter One Thousand and Sixty-Two: If Not Me, Who?

1079: Chapter One Thousand and Sixty-Two: If Not Me, Who?

Seeing an opportunity, Gao Yang’s instinct was to charge; as a marksman, he was accustomed to accompanying combat squads into assaults, and when it came to command, what he excelled in was leading small-scale team operations.

Seeking opportunities, creating them, seizing them, rapidly breaking through the enemy’s defenses, tearing open a gap in the enemy’s firepower system until the enemy’s operational system is completely smashed to pieces—that was the role Gao Yang excelled in and was meant to play.

“Follow me!”

Gao Yang and Peter shouted in unison.

Peter glanced at Gao Yang and gestured for him to stop with his hand, swung his left hand, and with the AK74 in his right, he suddenly surged from a prone position behind cover.

Peter held up three fingers, shouting: “Indoor combat team of three, follow my command, on me!”

After Peter’s shout, the three five-man indoor combat teams immediately followed suit.

Gao Yang didn’t follow.

Not only had Peter gestured for him to stop, but Number Thirteen by his side also reached out and tugged at his clothes.

Within that brief pause, Peter had already led the charge.

Aimer and Gale led an initial probing attack.

Aimer was injured, and then Alcohol and Rubik’s Cube led people to retrieve them.

Now, moving slowly across the open ground were the fighting groups led by Wild Man and his team.

Those conducting the fire suppression kept firing, while those prepared for the next wave of assault were ready to go.

The three assault squads were in a state that allowed them to move out any second, led by Alcohol, Rubik’s Cube, and Gale.

For indoor combat teams, ten-man units were a bit too large.

Small teams of three to five were more appropriate.

However, the special forces had one hundred men, and Satan was assigned to command the various small teams with a total of nine people, with these people choosing the number of their team members based on their own expertise.

Those who stood out in indoor combat were formed into indoor combat teams.

Depending on the battlefield terrain, assault teams would go in first.

Once enemy fire was suppressed and a path was opened, the indoor combat teams would enter buildings.

Thus, the indoor combat teams did not have any of Satan’s men to lead and command them.

There were a total of twenty people in the indoor combat teams, and the weapons they were equipped with were more suitable for indoor combat.

Now, Peter had taken over the command of these people and led fifteen of them forward.

They advanced with strong momentum but cautious movements, crouching low, quickly maneuvering forward behind cover.

After charging forward, shouting was not appropriate.

Through the walkie-talkie, Peter urgently said in a low voice, “Enter the western building!

Clear out the enemy, and establish a fire support point in the building!”

Alcohol and his two teammates were from the same Mercenary Group, perfectly in sync.

They preferred to decide how to wage war themselves, but Peter’s orders were sensible and the right choice, so Alcohol and his team would coordinate well with Peter.

The helicopter’s suppression of the western building was very effective, allowing Peter’s team to approach the building smoothly.

Just let them get in and take down the western side, and the whole team would gain a rear fire support position, firmly establishing the advantage.

Everything went smoothly.

The assault team led by Alcohol covered the indoor combat team as they approached the western building—they were about to enter.

Gao Yang kept an eye on Peter’s progress, very anxious.

Although the attack wasn’t aimed at the eastern building where Iron Wall was most likely hiding, as long as the western side was taken, the enemy would lose the geographical advantage of a three-sided encirclement, which would have a decisive effect on the battle.

This was the general assault.

Peter was at the forefront, approaching the closest house.

A good junior commander, a squad-level operation commander, must shout “Follow me” and not “Go for me” when launching an assault.

Only less than ten meters left, just a few steps away.

But those ten meters became an insurmountable gap.

A streak of red light, a tracer bullet from a machine gun, came from the southernmost part of the western building, parallel to Peter and his combat team.

A streak of green light, also a tracer bullet from a machine gun, came from the westernmost part of the northern building, nearly parallel to Peter’s team.

A red and a green streak of light, like two scythes of death, began to harvest lives.

In an instant, Peter and the soldiers beside him all fell down, not a single one spared—every single one of them.

Gao Yang felt as if his scalp exploded as he watched in horror as everyone who had launched the assault fell to the ground.

At the approach to the western building, there was a width of about ten meters with no rubbish or, to be precise, no cover at all.

In this area, not a single standing person remained.

“Concealed firing positions!

The enemy’s concealed firing positions!”

Gao Yang blurted out, his heart cold and in turmoil.

Gao Yang knew the enemy was extraordinary and had prepared himself for a tough battle, but he hadn’t expected the enemy to be truly different this time—they were patient, far too patient.

Two machine gun emplacements, concealed beneath the buildings, presumably in the basements, with the crossfire from the two guns skimming across the ground.

The enemy had never deployed their concealed firepower; they had set up machine gun positions underground, with great protective effects and excellent firing perspectives.

Yet they remained motionless, waiting until Gao Yang and the others launched a general assault for the maximum battle results before suddenly striking.

As soon as the two machine guns opened fire, they created a perfect blocking line.

The assault teams that had entered the open ground were trapped there, and the reserves waiting in the rear, if they wanted to get into the battle, had to go through this machine gun blockade.

“Fuck me!”

Li Jinfang dumbly cursed out loud.

Subsequently, Li Jinfang roared with anger and despair, “Motherf**ker, Iron Wall!”

It had to be the Iron Wall Mercenary Corps taking action; once those two machine guns started firing, they could dominate the battlefield.

A machine gunner of this caliber wasn’t easy to come by.

“I’m hit!”

Gao Yang heard Rubik’s Cube’s agonized scream, but everyone else remained silent.

From his position, Gao Yang could see the assault team starting their charge, and he could also see them go down—one after another.

In this volley of gunfire, at least a dozen men who were nearing the building fell.

Moreover, Gao Yang could see the paths of the tracer bullets, but not the positions of the machine gun nests, unless he leaned forward.

“I have to go save them!”

Li Jinfang gritted his teeth and blurted out a sentence.

Gao Yang bellowed, “Alcohol, stay put, nobody move!”

Alcohol hadn’t been hit; he managed to lie down in time, taking cover behind a barricade, but Rubik’s Cube was closer to the front, hence he got hit.

Rubik’s Cube wasn’t dead, neither was Peter, in fact, most of those who hit the ground weren’t dead—they’d all been shot in the legs.

The enemy’s machine gun positions were set up underground with low firing trajectories, and they were very close to those in the assault team, resulting in nearly everyone being shot in the legs.

It might’ve been an issue with the enemy’s firing line, but a more likely possibility was that the enemy deliberately left those hurt but not killed by the bullets on the ground, unshot.

A soldier who was shot in the leg tried to move backward, followed by a burst of gunfire that killed him right there on the spot.

Move and die, stay put and wail, and you’ll be fine.

Gao Yang was familiar with this tactic; after all, he often employed it himself.

Without the luxury to be angry, Gao Yang yelled, “Helicopter suppression fire!”

To effectively suppress, they had to simultaneously target machine gun nests coming from two directions.

Night Demon One and Night Demon Two fired rockets and used cannon fire, but as the rockets exploded, the wounded on the ground took the opportunity to try to move back behind cover.

The suppressive fire was ineffective; due to the angle, Gao Yang didn’t know where exactly the enemy’s machine gun nests were positioned, but he knew they must be deep and secure.

“Night Demon, come here!

Come here!”

Keeping Satan in reserve was meant for such critical situations.

Gao Yang was going to lead his direct loyalists personally.

Despite the helicopter’s suppression and cover, the moving soldiers were still killed.

The enemy’s intent was clear—they were waiting for someone to come rescue these wounded men.

Whoever tried to save would die.

Otherwise, they just had to watch their comrades wail on the ground until death.

Now, Alcohol ordered his soldiers to fire from behind cover at the machine gun nest nearer to them.

When they started firing, Alcohol suddenly crouched and dashed toward Rubik’s Cube on the ground.

“Stop, stop!

F**k you, F**k you!”

Gao Yang roared, Alcohol rushed out, then Gao Yang saw Alcohol collapse to the ground like a limp sack.

Gao Yang wanted to kill the machine gunner and then rescue those waiting for death under the line of the machine gun, but Alcohol couldn’t wait any longer.

Gao Yang was furious; he couldn’t stand Alcohol’s actions, even though he understood them.

“Stop f**king sacrificing yourselves, we can’t make it!

The enemy’s machine gun nests are underground.

One is beneath the rubble at the southernmost tip of the western building—a bunker!

Sixty meters from where the assault began.

The other is in the basement of a building on the easternmost tip of the northern side, one hundred seventy meters away.

Suppression is useless, don’t f**king let anyone else throw away their lives.

Are you all idiots?”

Accompanied by intense gunfire, Peter’s voice quickly rang through Gao Yang’s headset.

Peter wasn’t dead; he had managed to observe the enemies’ machine gun positions.

Leaving the wounded and targeting rescuers wasn’t just a sniper’s trick; machine gunners knew it too.

This tactic wasn’t some sort of conspiracy; it was straightforward.

Whether to save them or not was up to you.

If you couldn’t stand to watch your brothers bleed to death before you, then you’d try to save them only to lose your own life.

If you could endure it, you’d just watch your comrades die from blood loss.

After they’re dead, there’s no more dilemma.

There they are, to save or not to save?

For Gao Yang, the answer was only one: save.

The enemy controlled the battlefield situation, but Gao Yang was confident that he was the one who truly dominated the battlefield.

Counteracting machine gunners was a task best suited for a marksman.

Gao Yang adjusted his rifle comfortably, ready to shoot; bent over, he was prepared to leap out of cover when Number Thirteen once again grabbed his clothes.

Gao Yang didn’t look back, but said sternly, “If not me, then who?”

Number Thirteen let go.

There was only one shot: kill the enemy or be killed.

Fortunately, Gao Yang was already accustomed to this pressure.

(To be continued.

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