Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1141 - 1141 1124 Gun God Huh

1141: Chapter 1124: Gun God, Huh 1141: Chapter 1124: Gun God, Huh What can be taught, Gao Yang has already taught.

Some people can continue to make progress after his instruction, but others seem to reach a plateau no matter how hard they train.

This is where natural talent comes into play, and human talent is always limited.

Just like how Gao Yang can never hope to become a doctor like Andy He in his lifetime.

Taylor’s mid-range shooting is also pretty good.

His mission often requires engaging targets at medium to long ranges.

Although most of the time, his tasks must be completed in silence, and firing his gun would mean mission failure, he must be capable of using medium and large caliber firearms, and use them well enough.

Therefore, Taylor’s mid-range shooting is quite skilled.

By Gao Yang’s standards, Taylor can be rated as good.

Nowadays, most infantry soldiers don’t have much of a requirement for mid to long-range shooting.

Otherwise, small calibers wouldn’t have become mainstream.

In actual combat, being able to ensure accuracy within two hundred meters is perfectly adequate.

But for mercenaries, it’s a bit different.

In urban warfare, there’s certainly no need for mid-range shooting, but in field conditions where mercenaries don’t have cover from tanks or helicopters, they have to rely on small arms to resolve combat situations.

So mid-range shooting becomes very important.

Compared to regular troops, mercenaries definitely place more emphasis on mid-range shooting.

Long-range shooting is the domain of specialized marksmen and snipers.

In the mercenary ranks, a riflemen being able to maintain sufficient accuracy at four hundred meters is quite enough under the current conditions of low-intensity and low-scale warfare.

Against opponents like the Rebel Army, or when mixing it up in Africa, it’s enough to kite the enemy until they’re in distress.

For Satan, as long as it’s field combat, he must ensure to have at least four or five medium-caliber rifles.

With four or five guns, plus Gao Yang, an extraordinary marksman who seems non-human in his capabilities, as long as the enemy doesn’t employ heavy weaponry, they could take care of up to a hundred and eighty highly skilled troops.

Gao Yang took a round to observe everyone’s shooting and felt quite satisfied.

Within Satan’s team, a total of six people had the capacity for precise mid-range shooting, and three were capable of long-range precision shooting.

If Taylor were added to the equation, that would make seven people capable of mid-range shooting, which was sufficient and very good indeed.

Gao Yang put down his rifle and stopped shooting.

Saidev was somewhat puzzled, and watching Gao Yang stand behind the others for a while, he finally asked with confusion, “General, why have you stopped shooting?”

Gao Yang sighed and said, “An opponent like this doesn’t really spark my interest.

There’s no real threat from the enemy, so it’s hard to stay motivated.”

Saidev looked at Gao Yang in astonishment and said with incomprehension, “General, I’ve always believed that only dead enemies are good enemies.

Why, when you can quickly eliminate all your enemies, do you still leave them be?

The enemy is still firing, and even a stray bullet from one of them hitting our men would be an unnecessary loss, wouldn’t it?”

Listening, Gao Yang was suddenly taken aback.

Saidev made sense, but that wasn’t why Gao Yang was startled.

He realized he had become arrogant and complacent.

Gao Yang had a right to feel proud, but pride is never a good habit.

A lion fights a rabbit with all its might.

The enemy might be weak, but a living enemy is a threat, especially if they are shooting.

Bad luck might mean that a shot from an enemy who can’t aim could be the one that kills, and if all the enemies were dead, such low-probability events couldn’t occur.

Gao Yang is a person who excels at learning as well as self-reflection.

When he spots a negative trend, he corrects himself.

If he doesn’t notice, but someone else points it out, he certainly accepts their advice.

The ones who drown are mostly those who can swim.

As a mercenary for a long time, having seen much of the world, Gao Yang had lost that sense of caution he had when he first started, the feeling of walking on thin ice.

In many professions, pride may only lead to complacency, but when it comes to war, no one has extra lives.

Even the toughest soldier can be finished with a single bullet.

Now in combat, if the enemy isn’t formidable, Gao Yang no longer feels much tension.

Being able to relax on the battlefield is a good thing, something only veterans can manage.

But being too relaxed, dismissing everyone, is a problem.

It may gradually lead to a loss of vigilance, and a lax mercenary group will eventually meet misfortune.

Only dead enemies are good enemies.

Gao Yang was very familiar with this saying, but hearing it from Saidev today struck him in an unprecedented way.

Gao Yang decided to take “only dead enemies are good enemies” as his personal motto, to silently recite it a few times before each battle.

He couldn’t be proud and couldn’t afford to give the enemy any opportunity.

If an enemy could be promptly killed, then there should be no delay.

Too many movie villains have been killed while wasting time talking, and he didn’t want to fall prey to the same error he’d criticize when watching films.

Gao Yang picked up his rifle again, aimed at an enemy, and said in a deep voice, “Major, you’re right.

Only dead enemies are good enemies.”

It was both a reminder to himself and a declaration to Saidev.

After speaking, Gao Yang began his onslaught.

Although he was using his left hand, the difficulty of shooting was low, and at the moment, Gao Yang’s rate of fire was not slower than when he used his right hand, thanks in part to his recent rigorous practice.

When Gao Yang took action, it felt different.

Listening to the rhythm of Gao Yang’s gunfire, seeing the targets under his muzzle falling one by one, one could sense a certain cadence.

The sound created a rhythm, with intervals almost without error.

For those on his side, just hearing it was deeply satisfying.

For the enemy, especially seeing their companions falling one by one without stumbling, no matter what they did, whether running or hiding, they all went down at the same pace, with no hope left, just despair, without knowing what to do.

“@#￥%…”

Saidev blurted out a string of curses in Arabic.

Gao Yang could understand some of it, but not most, since naturally, no one dared curse in front of him, leaving few opportunities for him to learn.

What exactly Saidev was swearing about, Gao Yang didn’t quite understand.

However, the first time anyone saw Gao Yang fire away with enough targets and understood what shooting was about, they invariably blurted out something similar, like “Curtis!

Can a gun even be shot like this?” or “F**k, is he even human?” It was always something along those lines.

Saidev was simply stunned, which was quite a common reaction.

Those from Satan’s Mercenary Group were used to it and no one gave Saidev a second glance.

Gao Yang rapidly emptied his magazine, placed the gunstock down with his left hand, swiftly changed the magazine, and picked up the gun again to unleash another burst of fire.

After firing twenty rounds, he would pause to reload.

“It’s really, it’s really…”

“@#￥%…”

The battle was not particularly tense.

Many in the room on the top floor left their posts, gathering behind or beside Gao Yang to watch his shooting, either praising him in awe or, like Saidev, swearing a stream of curses after watching for a bit to express their feelings.

The scariest part about Gao Yang wasn’t his accuracy, but the fact that he was fast and accurate.

Watching him hit every target without fail, seeing any enemy that came into his sights meet a certain demise, it was no wonder that those who struggled to hit even one target were shocked.

Beating someone with fists, an ordinary person can take one at a time, and a martial arts master can handle ten; that’s acceptable to most.

But shooting isn’t the same as fighting with fists.

Shooting is like racing; when everyone floors it, they top out at 200 kilometers per hour.

But suddenly, someone comes along driving the same car effortlessly hitting speeds of 300, 400 kilometers per hour.

Wouldn’t you be shocked?

Gao Yang was utterly absorbed in his shooting, Glolov’s machine gun roared again, and then a truck making its way up the road was hit and exploded midway.

Just then, Li Jinfang bellowed, “Tank cannon, retreat!”

Gao Yang, who was shooting, grabbed his gun and ran, only to find himself tightly surrounded when he turned around.

Anxious, Gao Yang shouted, “Move it!”

With a yell, he cleared the way, and Gao Yang quickly left the room where he’d been firing.

Not long after, there was a booming sound, the floor shook, and as dust rained from above, Li Jinfang casually said, “The enemy’s shell missed.

They hit the outer wall, not inside the room.”

Gao Yang shook his head and said, “Can’t stay in this room.

Shot too hard and attracted too much attention.

Need to change spots and continue firing.”

But at that moment, Jansen loudly announced, “The enemy tanks are retreating, the entire enemy line is withdrawing.”

Hearing this, Gao Yang went back to his previous firing position and saw indeed, the Rebel Army was starting to fully withdraw.

The tanks stopped advancing and rolled back, and the infantry was retreating across the board.

With no more immediate threats, Gao Yang was at leisure to fire upon the retreating enemies who were, if not exposing their backs to invite gunshots, then what?

Gao Yang set up his gun again and resumed firing.

Killing one more enemy now meant one less threat for the next time they attacked.

It was all for the better; the more killed, the better.

Finally, with no more targets left, Gao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and asked Jansen, “All of the enemies retreated?”

“Yes, they’ve all pulled back to the village.”

“Check and see if there are any more suicide trucks in the village.

If not, then that’s likely it for today; they won’t come again.”

After a while, Jansen called out loudly, “None left, Boss.

There are lots of cars in the village, but no more suicide trucks.”

Gao Yang put away his gun, exhaled and said, “Alright, that’s it for today.

Time to clean the guns.”

Saidev gave Gao Yang a thumbs-up, then hugged him fervently and with an adoring look in his eyes, said shakily, “General, teach me, please teach me; I beg you!” (To be continued.

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