Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1119 - 1119 One Thousand One Hundred and Two Fear Originating from the Unknown

1119: Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Two: Fear, Originating from the Unknown 1119: Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Two: Fear, Originating from the Unknown After fighting half his life, Randy Davis had never encountered such a bizarre battle.

Randy Davis joined the army at nineteen, and this year, he turned forty-nine.

Saying he fought half his life wasn’t an exaggeration at all.

At the age of twenty-four, he was selected into the SAS, and after many long years within the SAS until he retired at forty-seven, Randy believed he had experienced the most brutal battles in the world.

During Randy’s long service, he hadn’t participated in many actual combats.

These days, there were few situations that required the SAS, so although his time as a mercenary wasn’t long, he experienced more battles than during his twenty-plus years in the SAS.

If it weren’t for the unbearable days after retirement, if he hadn’t grown accustomed to life in the barracks, and if it weren’t for the decent post-retirement benefits, Randy certainly wouldn’t have accepted Iron Madonna’s invitation to become a mercenary.

It was only after joining Iron Madonna that Randy found a direction in life, slaughter, which suited him.

When Randy first joined Iron Madonna, he looked down on others – he did not think anyone could compare with him until he found out there were several from the SAS just like him.

Randy finally set aside his arrogance when he realized he wasn’t as superior as he thought.

But Randy still looked down on other mercenaries.

What was Iron Madonna?

It was a collection of the best people in the world, the strongest Mercenary Group, and in the battles that Randy experienced with Iron Madonna, he never encountered any opponent worthy of his respect.

But now, Randy felt fear, anger, and a crushing sense of confusion.

Randy never imagined that one day he would be pinned down by a sniper, too scared to move.

That sniper, how did he manage it?

Watching people die around him, Randy truly began to feel fear.

He wasn’t afraid of death, but he feared dying without understanding why.

Randy found it eerie because he really couldn’t imagine how that person, who could fire a shot from any posture and take a life each time, was able to do it.

Fear, originated from the unknown.

This was the first time in Randy’s life he tasted the flavor of fear.

“Find Ram!

Kill him; wait for him to appear and concentrate firepower to kill him, fuck!

Kill him!

Kill Satan!”

Rattlesnake shouted again; the incessant talker had started to spout nonsense again.

Who wouldn’t want to kill that elusive Ram, but how to do it, that’s the real crux.

Clock was becoming impatient; his breathing became rapid, occasionally half-lifting his body from the ground, trying to locate Ram.

Randy was worried for his old partner.

A fellow soldier that Randy respected greatly, who, like him, came from the SAS but had joined Iron Madonna earlier than him, Smith, was dead.

Smith was a sniper; he was shot through the left eye while still inside the armored vehicle.

Randy felt he should have realized something then.

“Randy!

We have to do something!

Lying here, we will get shot like turkeys.

We have the advantage in numbers, and that damn Ram is just one!

He’s not a god!

I can kill him with one shot!

Brother, let’s take a risk; I can do it, I’m confident!”

Clock impatiently spoke several times on the radio.

After thinking it over briefly, Randy felt maybe it was time for a desperate effort.

Lying on the ground like rats, being picked off one by one was too miserable.

Randy took a deep breath, whispered, “I trust Clock, I’m willing to be the bait, who will join me.”

This was a death sentence.

If it were someone else, Randy wouldn’t need opinions; he just needed to shout, and someone would naturally be willing to stand up and shoot at a sniper who had killed many of their comrades, but now it was different, the opponent now was someone known as the Gun God.

“Two people are not enough!

Two aren’t enough!

Who volunteers to expose themselves?

Answer me!”

Rattlesnake shouted again.

Randy gave a bitter smile.

Finally, the always supercilious Rattlesnake had recognized reality too.

Randy knew that Rattlesnake had been shot by that person called Ram, and then had been out of commission for a long time.

Although he was really annoyed at Rattlesnake’s incessant talking, Randy still highly regarded Rattlesnake’s abilities; he could fight, his command skills weren’t too bad, knowing that some of Rattlesnake’s Desert Combat Squad had died, and that Rattlesnake himself had been shot by a mercenary named Ram, Randy was somewhat surprised.

Actually someone claims to be the Gun God, Randy scoffed at such things—this world only has sharpshooters, where do these Gun Gods come from?

But now, Randy began to believe maybe there really was a Gun God in this world.

That Ram, he’s just a person, but with a gun in hand, he becomes a god.

“I’ll lure the enemy!”

“I volunteer too, now there are four of us.”

The speakers were those two Swedes; Randy couldn’t help but glance in their direction, those two Swedes seemed to have joined Iron Madonna to seek vengeance against Satan Mercenary Corps.

Satan Mercenary Corps, this damned blasphemous name, these bastards actually named themselves after Satan.

Randy couldn’t help but grow even angrier, but soon an idea struck him, the people of Satan really were devils, especially their leader Ram, that guy known as Gun God, he’s really too much like the devil himself, perhaps that Ram is the incarnation of Satan.

“Merciful Lord, you watch over me from heaven, do not leave any ground to Satan, prevent me from being tempted by Satan, shield me from the threats of Satan, Almighty Lord, save me, help your people defeat Satan, may Your light shine upon me…”

“Countdown!

3, 2, 1, go!”

“Amen!”

Hearing Clock’s countdown, Randy finished his unfinished prayer with a loud “Amen,” then suddenly leaped up.

Standing straight, Randy identified four targets, but he did not know which one was the elusive Ram.

Randy fired as quickly as he could, just as he stood up, one person happened to stand as well, maintaining a forward-leaning posture.

Randy fired a long burst, but as he did, he noticed that the leaping man fired too, shooting while moving at the highest point of his jump.

That was Ram, Randy recognized that he was shooting at Ram, and he felt he had hit him.

Randy stood still, he wanted to fire more rounds at Ram, who had fallen back to the ground, wearing a heavy bulletproof vest, if his shot hit a protected spot, then he might not be able to kill him.

Randy wanted to shoot, but he felt a pain in his leg, as if he had been punched hard in the lower abdomen, and uncontrollably collapsed.

Though wounded, Randy’s heart was filled with joy, he shouted loudly: “I hit him, I hit Ram!

I’ve been shot, hurry and kill Ram!

Clock, I hit him, you…”

Randy stopped shouting, then stared blankly at Clock.

Clock was lying on the ground, in a strange pose, his head bent at a ninety degree angle because his neck was hit by a bullet, completely shattering his hyoid bone, a large hole appeared in the middle of his neck, only the skin on either side holding it together.

“Machine Gunner!

Machine Gunner!

Fire support, kill Ram!”

Randy didn’t hear any gunfire from the machine guns, instead he frantically shouted.

After shouting, Randy wiped his eyes, then whispered softly: “Farewell, my partner, merciful Lord, please forgive his sins, lead him into heaven, Amen.”

Looking back at Clock again, Randy gritted his teeth and adjusted his posture, pointing his gun in the direction he had just fired from, muttering to himself: “Gun God, indeed the Gun God, to hit Clock in the neck in that situation, truly deserving of the name Gun God.”

At a distance of over two hundred meters, Randy was also confident in his own shooting, he was sure he hit Ram, even if that Ram really was the Gun God, after being shot, he should die.

Randy wanted to stand up, he was determined.

But as he stood up, he saw several others standing up, but they were falling one after the other.

There were sounds of large-caliber sniper rifles, machine guns, assault rifles, but all from the enemy, they paid too great a price to kill that Ram.

Rattlesnake fell, Randy saw that both of Rattlesnake’s legs were severed, bullets hit his thighs from the side, completely shattering one leg and turning the other into a bloody mist with a large-caliber sniper rifle bullet.

“Reinforcements will be here soon, they’re almost here, hold on, don’t expose yourselves, they are going to die soon!”

Rattlesnake screamed in pain, he was going to die, loss of blood was going to kill him, but he was still performing his duties as a commander.

Impressed by Rattlesnake’s behavior, Randy decided to forgive him, although he was always annoyed by this commander who loved to talk nonsense, but seeing as he was about to die, he forgave him.

Randy didn’t know where he got the strength, but he suddenly stood up from the ground.

For the first time in his life, Randy disobeyed an order, whether in SAS or in Iron Madonna, as a soldier, he disobeyed an order for the first time.

Even if he died, Randy wanted to see if that Ram had indeed died, and also, even in death, he didn’t want to be saved by those Rebel Army he loathed to his bones.

The direction he had just fired in was now empty, but Randy spotted two men huddled around a person who was lying on the ground, not far from where Ram had fired his weapon, meaning, he indeed hit Ram.

Randy was overjoyed, his gun once again aimed at the enemy, just then, he heard what seemed to be footsteps behind him.

Randy should have fired, but he couldn’t resist the urge to turn his head, and then he saw a fiercely grimacing man swing a gun butt harshly.

Hearing the sound of his hyoid bone breaking, Randy’s body flew backwards, and only managed to think to himself that indeed, the price paid for attacking that Ram was too great, and they were ambushed by Satan’s people; those damnable Rebel Army, those idiotic Rebel Army…

(To be continued.

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