Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1135 - 1135 One Thousand One Hundred and Eighteen What's This Supposed to Mean

1135: Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Eighteen: What’s This Supposed to Mean?

1135: Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Eighteen: What’s This Supposed to Mean?

January 7, 2014.

Gao Yang not only spent Christmas in the prison but also the New Year.

Overall, the situation wasn’t too bad.

Kendy Hospital was captured, with the Rebel Army using three suicide trucks; the first two blew up the barricades and the last truck loaded with Fake Medicine exploded under the hospital building, a fatal blow that resulted in the fall of Kendy Hospital after one year of resistance.

To prevent the same fate for Aleppo Prison, the air force urgently airdropped a batch of rocket launchers, supplemented with bullets and mortar shells, and of course, they supplied plenty of food and medicine, but the food wasn’t very tasty, and the medicine was just the most basic.

As for the large-scale attack from the Rebel Army that Gao Yang had been worried about, it hadn’t come; the rebels only launched two small-scale attacks, which Gao Yang and the others didn’t even need to counter, repelling the rebels’ offensives just like that.

Life was so-so; warmly dressed, well-fed, and well-rested, it was just a bit boring.

Being trapped in a prison surrounded by Big Beards, and without having to keep watch like the prison guards, there wasn’t much else to do for Satan’s men besides chatting and sleeping.

The recovery from injuries was also good.

The medicine that Andy He requested had indeed been effective; Gao Yang’s wounds healed nicely.

After a couple of weeks, the injured cavities were completely healed, and the external skin on his arm had grown back together, only leaving a red scar.

However, the injury on Gao Yang’s arm involved major muscle tissue as well as severed blood vessels and nerves, so he definitely couldn’t move it arbitrarily; it was wiser to wait until Andy He felt it was completely safe to do so.

During this time, Gao Yang had already gotten used to doing everything with his left hand.

With time to spare and no shortage of bullets, he even managed to practice shooting with his left hand.

He’s not as proficient as with his right, but his left hand had certainly achieved about 80 percent of the right hand’s feel when it came to firing a rifle.

Jansen seemed to have the worst injuries, but in fact, he recovered the fastest.

The wound on his face had completely healed, only leaving an unsightly circular scar, which would have to wait for cosmetic surgery after leaving Syria.

As for his broken bones, once Andy He had set them and with the aid of various bone growth-promoting medicines, his recovery speed was quite fast.

What would take a regular person a month to recover, he could do in half that time.

However, it takes hundred days to recover from bone and muscle injuries, and for Jansen’s collarbone to fully heal, even with freely taking all kinds of medicines, it would still require at least a month more.

Cui Bo had a hole shot through his foot and a small bone was broken.

Though small, the bone was crucial.

Moreover, after fracturing it, he had to carry Andy He for a great distance.

To set the bone correctly took a lot of effort from Andy He, and the recovery was also quite troublesome.

His foot needed to be fixed with a splint, and it would be a while before he could move freely, so Cui Bo was the most miserable one—his wound was not significant but brought a lot of trouble.

As for Andy He, his injury was also external, similar to Gao Yang’s.

It had mostly healed by now, and he was slowly becoming mobile again, just unable to engage in vigorous or prolonged activity.

The situation seemed not bad at all.

Although constantly worried about a large-scale offensive by the Rebel Army, the initiative was in the hands of the rebels.

Whatever attack the Rebel Army wanted to launch, it was not something Gao Yang and the others could decide on.

Since the rebels were not attacking, they might as well rest up honestly, thinking of it as recuperating in Aleppo Prison.

When Gao Yang had nothing to do, he would clean his gun.

Every time he saw the small hole on the grip, he felt a wave of discomfort in his heart.

He wasn’t as upset about the hole in his hand as he was about the hole in his gun.

Each time he felt the small hole on the grip, it made him uncomfortable.

His first task upon reaching America would be to find Jack to replace the rifle grip.

A gun is a soldier’s second life.

He would clean both rifles and pistols thoroughly.

After taking care of his guns, Gao Yang would then be in the mood to do other things.

Seeing that it was afternoon, which would be just after nine in the morning in America, Gao Yang reassembled the disassembled rifle, closed the door to prevent any sound of gunfire or explosions from reaching the other side of the phone call, and picked up the walkie-talkie, saying softly, “Big Dog, what are you doing?”

“Nothing much, just strolling around outside.”

“Merry Christmas to you, uh, are you starting to make phone calls?”

“It’s about time, I can make calls now.

I’ll go back and find a quiet place to call.”

“Alright, just say we’re at the airport, getting ready for a big meal.

Uh, if there’s gunfire, just say it’s shooting practice.

If there’s artillery noise, just say it’s shelling the Rebel Army.

How’s that?”

“Okay, let’s just say that.”

This day was Christmas for Glolov’s family.

Although they were not particularly devout believers, Christmas was still the most important holiday of the year for Yelena.

Gao Yang definitely had to give Yelena a call.

After aligning their story with Glolov on the intercom, Gao Yang picked up the phone to call Yelena.

Receiving Gao Yang’s call, Yelena was very happy.

It was nice to hear his voice, and after chatting lovingly with Yelena for a while, Gao Yang, half-truthfully and half-fabricated, described his life in Syria as if he were on vacation rather than surviving amidst gunfire and bullets.

Getting carried away, Gao Yang blurted out without thinking, “Wait for me, we’ll be back soon.

Although I’m not sure about the exact timing, it won’t be too long.

Once I return, we’ll go on a trip to Europe.

You’ve always wanted to visit Vienna, right?

We’ll travel around Europe, go skiing, and visit wherever you want to go.”

“Really?

That’s wonderful!

Ah, but I will have already started school by then…”

After he finished that sentence, Gao Yang realized he had misspoken.

U.S.

college winter breaks are halfway through December to mid-January, and Yelena was about to start school again soon.

Once in America, he couldn’t possibly ask Yelena to skip classes.

Yelena is a good student, the kind that’s talented and incredibly hardworking to the utmost, aware that her academic opportunity did not come easy.

Although they have money now, Glolov and Gao Yang had practically exchanged their lives for the money they scraped together for her tuition at the beginning, so Yelena couldn’t dare to slack off, making Gao Yang pity her dedication.

As expected, after Gao Yang mentioned going on a trip once he returns, Yelena initially got extremely excited.

But after a brief pause, she sadly remembered the issue of her school starting.

Yet after another moment’s thought, Yelena’s tone turned excited again as she said, “I can go if it’s before the beginning of March.

I can ask for leave, no problem.

I won’t need to attend classes before March; I’ve already self-studied all the courses until then.

It’s just that there’s an important exam at the beginning of March that I must take, so as long as I can make it back for the exam, I can go on the trip!

But, but, will you be able to return by then?”

Gao Yang didn’t dare to make a promise lightly.

He could only pretend to say in an indifferent tone, “Before the beginning of March, huh?

That’s a long way off, should be no problem I guess.

But my situation here is not that major, it’s just quite troublesome, and I can’t guarantee anything right now.

I’ll try my best to return earlier.”

After vaguely handling the travel plans and talking for a long time, Gao Yang finally hung up the phone.

Feeling uncomfortable as soon as he was idle, Gao Yang decided to go out for a walk and shoot a few rounds to maintain his shooting touch.

Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, Gao Yang started his routine daily walks combined with shooting practice.

Leaving his own room, Gao Yang walked to the front of the big house where Cui Bo and the others lived, wanting to see if anyone would join him.

Most of the rooms didn’t even have doors.

During the hardest times, almost all the doors of the battered prison were taken down for firewood.

Thus, only a few rooms were left with doors made of iron sheets.

With no doors to speak of, there was no need to knock.

Gao Yang walked up to the entrance and looked inside, only to be startled.

Jansen was sitting on his bed, opposite of which was Andy He’s bed with Jansen’s monitor on it.

And Cui Bo, Li Jinfang, Rafael, Frey, and Andy He were all sitting by Jansen’s bed, staring intently at the monitor.

That wasn’t all, after mingling for over a week, they had become extremely familiar with the prison guards.

On either side of where Satan and his group were sitting, there were also over a dozen Big Beards, and behind the bed filled with people, at least another dozen Big Beards were standing, fixated on the screen.

Now and then, someone would swallow hard with such a loud gulp that it was followed by a chorus of gulping sounds.

With the monitor back facing the entrance, and thus Gao Yang, it was impossible to see what was being displayed on it, and no sound could be heard.

Out of sheer curiosity, Gao Yang immediately entered wanting to see what they were all watching.

Gao Yang had entered the room, but the people directly in front of him didn’t notice his arrival at all.

It wasn’t until Gao Yang walked behind the monitor and leaned over to take a look that the group exploded like a pan on fire.

The Big Beards sitting on the bed jumped up in terror, standing up and quickly saluting as they loudly said, “General!”

The Big Beards looked very frightened, exchanging glances, clearly not lightly scared, while Andy He appeared nonchalant.

However, Frey, Jansen, and especially Li Jinfang were all incredibly embarrassed.

Li Jinfang stood up, his face turning beet red like a child caught doing something wrong, and mumbled in a low voice, “Brother Yang, what brings you here?”

The monitor, which was actually just a military tablet computer, differed from regular tablets only in being reinforced to be drop-proof, water-proof, and dust-proof.

Whatever a regular tablet could do, this military tablet could do as well.

So, of course, Jansen and the others were watching that kind of colorful action movie—you know the one.

Gao Yang was really angry, extremely angry indeed.

In such a boring hellhole, Jansen had good movies like that and hid them instead of sharing to relieve everyone’s boredom.

He should punish him later for not doing so.

And those Syrian Big Beards, standing in panic saluting, then barely daring to breathe, how could he stay and enjoy the movie with them?

(To be continued.

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