Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1116 - 1116 One Thousand and Ninety-Nine Sea of People

1116: Chapter One Thousand and Ninety-Nine: Sea of People 1116: Chapter One Thousand and Ninety-Nine: Sea of People Although it is impossible to shoot from a different location with every bullet, it is necessary to swiftly move to a new position after an ambush.

While Gao Yang and his team were quickly changing positions, Jansen suddenly shouted loudly, “They’re moving, so many people!

F**k, lots of people coming out of the village!”

The enemy had silently completed their assembly, or rather, at a command, all those who were originally inside the houses had come out.

Gao Yang subconsciously opened his mouth wide.

They were too far from the village to see what was happening inside with night vision devices or gun sights, but from the drone’s view hovering above the village, the Rebel Army burst out like a swarm of ants from a nest.

Looking at the dense red dots on the ground, Gao Yang had to swallow hard before saying in a deep voice, “How many of them are there, damn it!”

Jansen, either excited or nervous, trembled as he held the monitor and after coughing, he spoke softly, “At least one thousand people, no less than one thousand.”

Human wave tactics, were they really resorting to human wave tactics?

After a moment of astonishment, Gao Yang suddenly yelled, “Run, move!

Collect ammunition where the enemy has started to establish the encirclement.”

If there was enough ammunition, human wave tactics would be suicidal, but without sufficient ammo, those tactics were unstoppable.

Apart from Gao Yang, most of the others carried two basic loads of ammunition, which was six hundred bullets.

Glolov had two thousand bullets for his machine gun, while Frey only carried three hundred submachine gun rounds because his main load was rocket launchers and grenades.

The consumption of bullets wasn’t significant; each assault rifleman had at least four hundred bullets remaining.

However, this amount of ammo was far from enough.

The concept of one shot, one kill was merely talk.

For a marksman engaging at long-range, taking down one enemy with ten bullets would be an outstanding achievement.

If the enemy got too close during an assault, trying to carefully aim and shoot each one would mean nothing as they would overrun you.

Nowadays, the Rebel Army used automatic rifles; if they got close enough, even random shots could hit a few targets.

As for Gao Yang, he had fewer than two hundred bullets left.

Even if he could achieve one shot, one kill, he wouldn’t solve the real problem, let alone the fact that the enemy wouldn’t just stand and get hit—they would return fire, and even stray bullets had to be guarded against.

The ammunition was too scarce.

For a marksman to carry three hundred rounds was already a significant load.

If someone planned on single-handedly killing thousands of enemy troops one by one, that person would be nothing else but a fool.

The enemy began firing from the village, all heavy machine guns.

The distance was over one thousand meters, almost as if they were messing around, and they started using random suppressive fire without any clear target.

Not wanting to be hit by stray bullets, Gao Yang shouted, “Get down!

Big Dog, pass me a belt of ammo, I need two people to help me load the magazines, quick, hurry!”

The original setting for this operation was urban warfare, so most of Satan’s men were equipped with 5.56mm caliber rifles.

But Gao Yang had always maintained ammo compatibility with Glolov, both using 7.62mm NATO rounds.

At this moment, that compatibility came in handy.

Golov’s carried mainly ammunition, measured in thousands of rounds, and casually sharing some with Gao Yang was more than enough.

Rafael ran to Glolov and took a 250-round belt of ammo, while Frey ran to Gao Yang, taking his empty magazines.

Rafael used pliers to remove bullets one by one from the belt, then Frey pressed them into the magazines, bullet by bullet.

Jansen shouted, “The enemy’s charging!”

The enemy directly launched an assault from the village, and the human tide moved forward.

The Rebel Army rapidly spread out from a small front to the sides, widening their line as they advanced.

After the cannon fodder charged, an armored vehicle, reinforced and modified, began to move.

“Iron Madonna is moving too; they’re in the armored vehicle.

There are at least twenty people in that vehicle!”

Gao Yang was watching the monitor, so Jansen’s words were to notify the others.

The drone couldn’t determine the thickness of the armored vehicle’s armor.

Gao Yang was worried about whether their rocket launchers could penetrate the enemy’s armored car.

They had only brought three RPG-26s, a type of disposable lightweight rocket launcher, and had already used one in the village, which meant they only had two rocket launchers left to deal with the enemy’s armored vehicle.

Watching the enemy’s line enter within one thousand meters, Gao Yang waved his hand, signaling Jansen to take the monitor to a safer place, then looked through his rifle scope.

Gao Yang didn’t fire immediately.

Once the enemy entered within eight hundred meters, he took his first shot.

One shot, one kill.

If the enemy did not lie down, Gao Yang would make them lie down.

Gao Yang had always looked down on the Rebel Army soldiers, considering them good for nothing but to die.

However, he also admired them for they truly were fearless.

After continuous firing and emptying a magazine, Gao Yang removed it and tossed it aside, and Frey caught it and started loading it with bullets, while Rafael kept on pulling bullets from the belt used by Glolov’s machine gun.

“Counting, each magazine is full without a single miss.”

Gao Yang didn’t have time to count one by one, so he switched to a different counting method: instead of counting the hits, he only counted the misses.

A magazine held twenty bullets, which made it easy to calculate.

After loading a new magazine, Gao Yang resumed firing.

After exhausting the new magazine, he shouted loudly, “Not a single miss!”

Cui Bo bellowed, “Broke a hundred, one hundred and four!

Brothers, we’re not at a loss here!”

Frey scoffed, “Pfft!

A loss?

No way.

When an Israeli dies, they must kill ten in retaliation.

During prisoner exchanges, a hundred are traded for one Israeli.

What was the name of that Israeli soldier they exchanged recently?

To get him back, Israel used a whopping 1,027 prisoners.”

Taylor casually said, “Schalit, that captured Israeli soldier’s name was Schalit.”

Gao Yang shot silently while the others began to chat once more.

Everyone had a bad feeling, but whether they survived or perished, this was the situation.

They’d either be frightened out of their wits before dying in battle or face death in another way— by joking and laughing, ensuring that even if they died, they’d earn the praise of being brave.

Gao Yang fired away intently, while the others chatted and laughed.

No one wanted to be labeled a coward.

Death would be merciful, but if one survived, wouldn’t they be ridiculed over and over again?

Therefore, everyone had to shout and laugh loudly, and it had to be relaxed.

Ever since Frey wet his pants from fear in his first battle, he had never shown cowardice again.

The more dangerous the situation, the more composed he appeared than others.

No one knew whether he was truly afraid or not, but now, everyone had to give him a thumbs-up for his apparent fearlessness and boldness.

“Ha-ha!

Thrilling, 171 kills, so thrilling!

Even if it wasn’t me who shot them!

Guys, when the time comes, the armored car is mine.

You’ll see how I do it!”

Laughing, Frey shouted as the enemy was about to enter within four hundred meters.

After loading the last bullet from the final belt into the magazine, he handed the magazine to Gao Yang and then grabbed the rocket launcher from his back.

Gao Yang went on a shooting frenzy again.

After emptying a magazine and loading a new one, he roared, “Another full magazine down, F**k, impressed or not!

Impressed or not!”

Up to now, aside from Gao Yang, none of the others had fired a shot.

Taylor laughed heartily, “Impressed!

I’ve been impressed for a long time!

You truly live up to the name Gun God!”

After ejecting the spent magazine and loading another full one, Gao Yang shouted, “Big Dog, another belt of ammo!

Fellas, fire!”

Without firing, they were getting too close.

As Gao Yang gave the order, numerous assault rifles fired in unison.

The Rebel Army’s offensive had been significantly slowed by Gao Yang, but no matter their combat quality, their recklessness and fearlessness were undeniable.

Although Gao Yang significantly delayed a broad stretch of their skirmish line, the enemies never stopped their charge nor lay down.

Gao Yang continued firing.

Midway through a full magazine, Jansen suddenly blurted out, “The armored car has stopped!”

As Jansen’s words fell, Gao Yang felt a jolt in his back, as if struck by a sledgehammer.

Without a sound, he lifted his head again and swiftly aimed at the armored car.

Gao Yang spotted the firing port on the side of the armored car, then he saw a flash of light through it.

As he saw the muzzle flash from the firing port, Gao Yang also fired at it.

After firing, Gao Yang felt another heavy blow in his lower back; he had been hit again.

However, this impact felt lighter than the last, likely due to the angle: the bullet had ricocheted after striking the bulletproof vest at almost a parallel angle.

“You’re not worthy to fight me!”

After confirming he had killed the shooter in the firing port with a frenzied yell, Gao Yang stayed motionless and kept his eyes on the firing ports of the armored car.

There were two firing ports on the side of the armored car.

Gao Yang moved his gun barrel and, without caring whether there was someone in the adjacent port or not, fired a shot.

Cui Bo’s sniper rifle also fired continuously.

After several shots, Cui Bo suddenly laughed aloud, shouting, “Armor-piercing rounds can penetrate; my armor-piercing bullets can go through the armored car!”

As Gao Yang was about to continue firing, the armored car suddenly started moving again.

Jansen hadn’t fired yet; he was lying on the ground, watching the screen, but then his head suddenly hit the monitor in his hands, and he didn’t raise his head again.

“Big Bird!

Big Bird!”

Hearing Andy He’s loud call, Jansen slightly raised his head, glanced at his monitor, wiped the screen with his hand, but his shoulders seemed unable to support the weight of his head.

Soon after, Jansen’s face pressed against the monitor once more.

(To be continued.

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