Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1113 - 1113 One Thousand and Ninety-Six Last Stand Counterattack

1113: Chapter One Thousand and Ninety-Six: Last Stand Counterattack 1113: Chapter One Thousand and Ninety-Six: Last Stand Counterattack Situated in the open field, although they couldn’t avoid being completely surrounded by the enemy, at least they avoided close-quarters combat in the streets.

A circular defense position was quickly established, and the next issue was how to endure and keep enduring.

The enemy started to gather, slowly approaching Gao Yang’s position from the village, and the enemy had many pickup trucks, which made them very mobile.

Many pickup trucks sped out from both sides of the village, placing people far away from Gao Yang’s group, after bypassing Satan’s position, they quickly set up encirclement; in a short time, Gao Yang and his team were surrounded.

They were completely encircled from all directions.

However, Gao Yang was afraid of being surrounded in the village where the enemy could hide in buildings and launch attacks from any position at close range, which would be unbearable and they wouldn’t last long.

Being surrounded in an open area, Gao Yang wasn’t that worried.

Satan’s forces may be few, but their position was like a porcupine bristling with spikes, and if the enemy wanted to swallow them whole, they would first have to see if they could pluck Satan’s thorns.

Gao Yang was swiftly adjusting his scope, switching from medium and close range to long-distance, and after adjusting the scope to the right position, shooting became more convenient.

Cui Bo’s rifle followed the movement of a pickup truck, and when a truck stopped and began to unload men, Cui Bo fired.

The 12.7mm bullet hit the engine of the car, rendering the pickup truck immobile; then Cui Bo fired repeatedly, wasting both the vehicle and its crew members in just a few shots.

Mostly, the pickup trucks carried heavy machine guns and a few rocket pods, but the enemy faced the same problem with the use of their pickup trucks as they did with mortars – they lacked night vision devices and couldn’t accurately locate Satan’s men.

The enemy even had twin-barreled 23mm anti-aircraft guns, but at great distances, they could only blind fire in the general direction.

If they got close, within the visual range of the night vision devices, regardless if it was heavy machine guns or anti-aircraft guns, they’d lose their range advantage.

Moreover, not all of the enemy was equipped with night vision devices.

The Iron Madonna had all their personnel equipped with night vision devices.

Even the elite units of the Rebel Army, like the Caucasus Troops, only had partial night vision equipment, and those weren’t even of good quality, being decent for use within a range of three hundred meters at best.

So even though they were surrounded, in the short term, Gao Yang and his team didn’t actually face much pressure.

The so-called short term referred to the time before dawn.

If it became daylight and the enemy gained visibility, they could use all of their heavy machine guns, anti-aircraft guns, mortars, and such, and Satan would be completely done for.

Gao Yang glanced at his watch; it was fifteen minutes shy of 4 a.m.

It was winter in Syria, and sunrise should be around 7 a.m., meaning they had, at most, about three hours of relative safety left.

The enemy also knew that as soon as daylight broke, Satan would be like a turtle in a jar, so they were content with encircling without pressing the attack.

Aside from Cui Bo shooting down an imprudent pickup that came too close, there was no more gunfire because the enemy didn’t rush to attack but began establishing positions at least one thousand meters away from Satan – they were simply waiting for daylight.

The enemies that were still within shooting range were those that were gathering in the village.

However, the enemies completing their assembly at the village entrance didn’t surge forward in one wave, which almost led Gao Yang, who had been geared up to go on a killing spree, to burst a blood vessel out of frustration.

The enemy surrounding without assaulting left Gao Yang feeling frustrated.

Relying on the enemy to make stupid moves was unrealistic; adapt to the enemy’s moves as they come.

If the enemy didn’t move, then they had to make a move themselves.

Confirming that the enemy wouldn’t attack but was planning to wait for daylight, Gao Yang said in a heavy voice: “If the enemies aren’t moving, we will initiate the attack.

Let’s see if they can remain calm after we break their encirclement time after time.

Dragon Knight, how are you?”

Andy He had been tending to his own wounds all this time.

Although many of Satan’s men were injured, only he was losing a significant amount of blood.

“Give me five minutes, I’ll do some quick stitching on the wound.

F**k!

I can’t use anesthetic on myself – the pain is killing me, f**k!

It really hurts!”

Andy He’s cries were pitiful, occasionally letting out a scream of pain that was disturbing to hear.

Everyone listened silently to Andy He, who was wailing while performing surgery on himself.

Gao Yang couldn’t help but glance over and saw Andy He sitting cross-legged on the ground, cutting his own leg with a scalpel to treat his wounds caused by shrapnel from a rocket, trying to clamp the ruptured blood vessels to prevent further bleeding.

Blood loss had already been controlled, and Andy He was stitching himself up.

Performing surgery on oneself is not an easy task, particularly when Andy He dared not use anesthesia on himself, and was enduring extreme pain while cutting into his flesh.

Andy He was not only brave but also ruthless, towards both others and himself.

Finally, after lying flat on the ground with heavy breaths, Andy He gasped, “Alright, it’s over.

Guys, no need to worry about me bleeding to death anymore.

But you have to let me rest for two minutes, just two minutes.

I’m about to collapse, I need a break, let me catch my breath!”

Andy He said he needed two minutes to rest, but two minutes were too short.

Glancing at his watch, the time had already passed by four minutes.

However, Gao Yang did not speak up.

He wanted to let Andy He rest a bit longer, even just two more minutes would be good.

However, Andy He soon sat up from the ground, and after sitting up, he took a syringe out of the medical kit and broke off its protective cap.

Gao Yang heard the sound, turned his head, and saw what Andy He was doing, then he raised his voice, “Dragon Knight, what are you doing?”

What Andy He took out was a stimulant, military-grade, intended for life-saving in extreme circumstances.

It greatly increases endurance and keeps the individual highly excited for up to forty-eight hours, and it also significantly reduces the sensation of pain.

Taylor suddenly said, “Dragon Knight, avoid using it if you can.”

Glolov also sighed, “Do you really have to use that stuff?

Can’t you hold on anymore?”

The drug that Andy He was about to use wasn’t morphine, but something far stronger and highly addictive.

It must be strictly controlled; thus, many military doctors or soldiers from Special Forces who had to resort to this stimulant ended up addicted.

It wasn’t that they wanted to use drugs, but after leaving the army they couldn’t get their hands on this high-grade and very expensive substance, strictly controlled and only available to the U.S.

Army.

Glolov was familiar with this substance; back in the day, Ivan had fallen into a hopeless abyss after just a few uses of a similarly powerful stimulant, due to weak willpower.

Taylor also knew this stuff well; Bruce had used it before and even ended up in prison because of it, but he eventually managed to overcome this drug addiction.

Satan’s people handed out the stimulants, one for each person, but Gao Yang dared not let them keep the drugs themselves.

All stimulants were kept with the medics; originally Bruce carried them, now it was Andy He.

Unless it was absolutely necessary for survival, Gao Yang would not allow anyone to use the stimulant.

Stimulants also had different levels, the ones Andy He used for surgery were nothing compared to the life-saving ones he was holding, as different as smoking is to drug addiction.

Gao Yang really didn’t want the medic of his team to become another addict, so the use of strong stimulants had to be permitted by him, which was an absolute order.

One violation and you’re out.

Initially, this order was specifically prepared for Bruce, but now that Bruce was dead, Andy He was the one constrained by this non-negotiable military order.

Breathing heavily, Andy He said, “I can’t hold on without it.

I’m a doctor; I know when to use this stuff.

Alright, don’t waste time, someone help me up, we need to get moving.”

Gao Yang felt a sense of sorrow, knowing that now was the time to save lives, and Andy He had no choice but to use it.

It was easier for ordinary military doctors, but those who went with Special Forces or small teams like theirs without logistics or backup, the possibility of becoming addicted was just too high.

It can’t be helped; the life of every team member depends on the medic.

“If you think you must use it, then go ahead.”

After Gao Yang finished speaking, Andy He immediately injected the syringe into his neck, the fastest way to take effect.

Very soon, just a dozen seconds later, Andy He loudly said, “All set, Boss.

I’m fine now.”

Gao Yang spoke with a serious tone, “Advance north, break through the enemy’s encirclement, force the enemy into a decisive battle.

If the enemy refuses to engage us, then we will attack proactively.

Guys, this is our Last Stand Counterattack, let’s give them something to remember.

I, along with Rabbit and Big Dog will form the first assault group; you guys follow behind.

Start moving.”

After giving the command, Gao Yang stood up, with Cui Bo on the left and Glolov on the right; the three of them started moving first, heading towards a corner of the encirclement set up by the enemy.

The enemies’ night vision devices had lost their effectiveness, and Gao Yang and his team moved forward a few hundred meters without alarm until Gao Yang could spot traces of the enemy through his scope.

He gestured with his hand and said, “Let’s start here, no need to go forward anymore.”

If the enemy would not attack, then they would initiate the attack.

Gao Yang lay down on the ground; now, he was the only one with a line of sight, thanks to the thermal imager pilfered from Angel Mercenary Corps, which was really useful.

Lying on the ground, what was left to do, of course, was shooting.

The targets appearing in Gao Yang’s scope were enemies relying on three pickup trucks for a makeshift position.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, thinking of running?

Seven, eight!” (To be continued.

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