Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1110 - 1110 One thousand and ninety-three Insurmountable Factors

1110: Chapter One thousand and ninety-three: Insurmountable Factors 1110: Chapter One thousand and ninety-three: Insurmountable Factors Frey was also injured, but it was relatively minor; a grenade shrapnel hit his calf, leaving a bloody gash.

After evaluating the wound briefly, Frey didn’t stop for a second; such a minor injury was hardly considered light in these circumstances.

The characteristic of small-scale deep penetration operations is that the infiltrating squad either decapitates enemy commanders amidst tens of thousands and withdraws without a scratch, or gets discovered, surrounded, and massacred without a survivor.

If the enemy deliberately lures them in for a trap and there’s no significant air force or land army support for rescue, the outcome is as good as sealed: certain death.

Thus, Satan truly hit an iron wall this time, and a red-hot one at that.

Except for Tommy and Jansen, who stayed outside for extraction, virtually every member of Satan’s team was wounded.

Still, the situation could be considered fortunate since no one had died yet.

In fact, even if they were all to perish in the village, it wouldn’t be a surprise.

No matter how fierce Satan was, getting trapped by the Rebel Army in a village was akin to catching turtles in a jar.

So, no matter how dangerous it was outside the village, they had to escape first before anything else.

Just as they were about to exit the village, with no line of houses in sight, they could see the dust kicked up by approaching pickup trucks speeding toward them.

Even if Satan’s team wasn’t trapped in the village, it would still be a deadly situation if a dozen or even dozens of pickups, armed with heavy and light machine guns, opened fire on them with no cover.

Upon reaching the village entrance and surveying the terrain and the enemy pickups’ positions, Gao Yang was forced to make a quick decision.

“Don’t let the enemy pickups come to a halt and fire!

We absolutely can’t allow the enemy pickups to stop!

Double triangle combat formation, two cover the rear, one deal with the pickups.

If the pickups do stop and we can’t neutralize the enemy, then hit the ground immediately, move fast!”

With the machine gun mounted on the vehicle, stopping to fire would just make it a standard machine gun position.

Even if the enemy were fools, the continuous rain of bullets would eventually be fatal.

But if the enemy fires while driving, it’s different – the bullets will fly wildly.

Although there’s still the risk of a stray bullet, it then becomes a matter of probability and luck.

Finally, the team staggered out of the village.

They were still over a hundred meters away from Tommy and Jansen while the closest pickup was rapidly approaching from just two hundred meters away.

The machine gun on the pickup opened fire, but though the farmland was flat, it also had ridges.

The pickups couldn’t drive too steadily over them, so the machine gun fire with tracer bullets, though erratic and intimidating, was not a threat.

Running posed no threat, but stopping would be different, and given the close distance, Gao Yang’s team didn’t even have time to lay down.

Without a second thought, Gao Yang raised his rifle and fired.

Hitting a fast-moving pickup was challenging, and his targeted pickup didn’t stop after two shots.

To hit a speedy moving target, rapid-fire was effective.

Glolov dropped to the ground, one hand on the ammunition belt and the other controlling the machine gun.

After two bursts, he took out both the driver and the gunner in the back of the lead pickup.

The closest four pickups halted after the first was disabled.

Glolov lifted his machine gun, aimed in a different direction, and after three consecutive bursts, not only did he stop the second pickup, but the tracer armor-piercing bullets also set it ablaze.

Two speeding pickups were dealt with, and at that moment, the ones at a farther distance, about three hundred meters away, came to a stop.

The enemy had stopped; there was no need for niceties anymore.

None of Satan’s members spared a second glance at the two pickups — Glolov stood up and continued running with his machine gun, confident with Gao Yang around, there was no need for assistance.

Standing, Gao Yang began firing.

It wasn’t out of arrogance or preference that he fired from a standing position; he simply didn’t have the time to lie down and get back up.

First, he took out the machine gunners with two shots, then the drivers with another two.

After shifting his aim to the gunmen in the beds of the trucks and taking them down with two shots each, Gao Yang turned back to the cabin occupants.

Eight people in two trucks, Gao Yang finished them all in no more than ten seconds.

One shot per target, a shot per second; it was truly terrifying accuracy and speed.

Gao Yang’s shooting style was recognizable and couldn’t conceal his identity.

After dealing with the pickups, Gao Yang glanced back to ensure no one was pursuing him from the village.

He immediately turned and ran, but only a few steps later, he felt a pain in his back followed by a force that threw him to the ground.

Glolov saw Gao Yang fall and instantly slung his weapon to rush back to him, but Gao Yang shouted, “Don’t mind me, the back wasn’t penetrated!”

Bulletproof vests are truly life-saving; no wonder the Americans restrict level IV and higher body armor as controlled items.

In a critical moment, Gao Yang could afford to be distracted again, because they had escaped from the village and reached the open fields.

With as much fear as he had before, Gao Yang now felt an overwhelming surge of confidence.

Having retrieved his rifle that slipped from his grasp during the fall, Gao Yang rolled over and took aim at an enemy who had just shown up about forty to fifty meters away on the rooftop.

With one shot, he blew the enemy’s exposed head to bits, and then Gao Yang bellowed, “Nice gunmanship, bastard!”

After complimenting the enemy, Gao Yang rolled over and continued to run, shouting as he ran, “Worker Bee, Big Bird!

Cover fire, how many shells left?”

“Just two shells left!”

Tommy had brought six shells, and Jansen had carried an additional two for Tommy along with a drone.

To permit Gao Yang’s escape from the enemy ambush, Tommy had fired all six in one breath, leaving only two.

At this moment, Cui Bo bellowed, “Damn it!

Can’t run anymore, can we hijack a pickup truck?”

Actually, Gao Yang had also thought about hijacking a pickup.

The rendezvous point with the helicopter was two thousand meters away, and even if the helicopter changed the pickup location, given the heavy enemy ground fire, it was uncertain whether they could make it to the aircraft, especially with a number of wounded.

Evacuation on foot was too challenging.

If they could grab a pickup, they could speed away from the battleground and then board the helicopter to leave.

“Forget it, a large number of enemies will appear behind us soon, we’ll be sitting ducks even if we steal a pickup.

Just fucking run!”

The one shouting was Jansen; he was now the person most familiar with the battleground situation, and possibly knew more about the enemy troop distribution than the enemies themselves.

If Jansen said there was no chance to grab a pickup, then there definitely wasn’t.

Since there was no chance to hijack a vehicle, they could only rely on their legs and keep running.

Gao Yang thundered, “Even if you can’t run, you have to!

Rabbit, you fucking brag about how well you can run, why can’t you now?”

Rabbit retorted desperately, “Fuck!

My foot just got shot through!

You think it’s easy for me to have persisted until now?”

Glolov urgently voiced, “I’ll carry Dragon Knight, someone switch with me!”

Cui Bo replied helplessly, “We can’t replace your firepower.

I’ll hold on a bit longer!

Stop talking and save your energy to run!”

The firepower provided by Gao Yang and Glolov was irreplaceable.

Gao Yang was anxious but powerless, and could do nothing but let Cui Bo persevere.

Taylor now screamed into the radio, “Nightingale, where are you?

Fucking come get us, where are you, where are you?!”

Nightingale was the callsign for the rescue helicopter dispatched from Aleppo.

After calling out a few times for the rescue chopper, Taylor shouted ecstatically, “Helicopter’s almost here, almost here!

Brothers, hold on, cough cough!”

Taylor once again spat out blood; it was unclear where he had been injured that was causing continuous bleeding.

They had already moved more than two hundred meters away from the village when several pickup trucks rushed over.

The pickups turned on their headlights, casting a glare on Gao Yang and his team, and then began shooting from the mounted machine guns on the vehicles.

The rule was not to worry about the enemy’s trucks unless they came too close or stopped; then promptly take them out.

But once the enemy trucks started to shoot with their headlights on, they couldn’t be ignored.

Many enemies lacked night vision devices.

The Rebel Army couldn’t possibly equip everyone in the village with night vision, so aside from a few elite soldiers to watch out for, not many could pose a real long-distance threat.

However, it was a different story once illuminated by headlights; with or without night vision, the enemies could concentrate their fire.

With no other choice, Gao Yang halted, taking aim and shooting at the incoming cars – one shot if not enough then two, and if two shots failed then three.

For him, a hard target merely meant more shots needed, not an unsolvable problem.

Not only did he have to shoot the people but also the headlights; a dead man won’t turn off the lights.

Just as Gao Yang was firing continuously, Jansen suddenly screamed, “Get down!

Iron Madonna!”

Gao Yang immediately hit the ground and then pointed his gun towards the village behind them.

The people from Iron Madonna, unlike the idiots who blindly fire into the sky near the hospital, could accurately hit their targets with a standard assault rifle from more than two hundred meters away, let alone snipers.

“Different gear, different clothes, fuck, different guns too, over thirty people, they’ve reached the village entrance, spreading out!”

Jansen yelled out his observations, telling the others why he had identified the newcomers as Iron Madonna.

Lying on the ground, Gao Yang focused on Iron Madonna instead of the pickup trucks; they posed a greater threat.

Gao Yang waited and indeed saw figures emerge from behind the outermost houses.

With night vision on their helmets and the gear on their bodies, it was clear they weren’t from the Rebel Army.

The enemies were still moving, so Gao Yang didn’t shoot immediately but quickly scoped the area, spotting four individuals in a combat formation breaking out of the village, with the rest invisible.

Not being able to pinpoint the snipers, Gao Yang decided not to wait any longer and started firing.

His first shot hit the mark, causing the enemy to either dive for cover or find something to hide behind.

But for Gao Yang, a standing person was an easy target, as was a prone person showing only the top of their head; therefore, he shot down three of the enemies in three shots, except for one who was completely hidden behind cover.

For Gao Yang, spotting someone meant hitting the target.

He couldn’t do anything if the enemy was fully concealed, but as long as there was a bit of them to see, they’d be ready to take a bullet.

Bullets can’t bend; for Gao Yang, that was the only shooting factor he couldn’t overcome.

(To be continued.

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