Mercenary’s War
Chapter 426 - 426 423 The Assault of the Furious Satan!

426: Chapter 423: The Assault of the Furious Satan!

426: Chapter 423: The Assault of the Furious Satan!

Gao Yang crouched beside Cui Bo and took a deep breath before reaching out to turn Cui Bo, who was lying face down, over.

Although there were four bullet holes in the front of Cui Bo’s shirt, there was not a single drop of blood on his chest.

The bullets hadn’t penetrated his heavy body armor, and seeing this, Gao Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Cui Bo’s eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell rapidly.

Although the heavy body armor had saved his life, the feeling of bullets hitting him from close range was far from pleasant—it was like being hit with two hammers.

The fact that he had only passed out was already very fortunate.

Gao Yang let out a sigh of relief, then urgently said to the people who had gathered around him, “We’ve been exposed, a sneak attack is no longer possible, now we attack with full force!”

After speaking, Gao Yang immediately stood up.

He glanced at Lucas’s corpse lying beside him, shook his head, sighed, and then shouted loudly, “Test Tube, check on Rabbit’s condition, then rejoin us; we can’t afford to waste time now, everyone else, with me.”

Upon his command, those who had already spread out into combat formation immediately advanced forward quickly.

Li Jinfang was slightly further away from the door, so by the time he rushed out, the fight was already over, and this time he was certainly at the very forefront.

Gao Yang picked up the shotgun and followed behind Li Jinfang, while Sirte once again drew close to his side, shouting as they ran, “Ram, we each took down six men just now.

A tie is not the result I want, but next, we will have a chance to determine the winner.”

After flipping Sirte the middle finger, Gao Yang said irritably, “Thinking about racing at a time like this?

Just be careful not to get shot.”

The streets of Santo Onos were not very long, and after running around three hundred meters, the street took a turn, completely blocking the view with houses.

Li Jinfang raised his right arm, signaling everyone to stop after which he quickly ran to the corner and poked his head out for a glance.

After a quick look, Li Jinfang called out urgently, “We can see the end of the street now, it’s two hundred meters away.

There are at least forty or fifty people gathered up the road, and more are coming out from the houses at both ends of the street.

They’re still gathering.”

Gao Yang waved his hand and said, “Fire!”

Tommy made a ‘wait’ gesture with his hand, then also quickly ran to the corner and took a quick look.

He then took the mortar tube that had been lying across the top of his backpack, ran a few steps backward, plunged the tube into the ground, made a minor adjustment to the angle, held a mortar round at the aperture with his right hand, and then shouted, “Ready!”

Two hundred meters was too far for a shotgun to reach.

Gao Yang immediately slung the shotgun in front of him, grabbed the Blade of Satan from his back, opened the scope’s caps, chambered a round, and shouted urgently, “Catch them off guard, Tommy, wait for my command!”

Gao Yang ran to the corner and peered out with half his head visible.

Teodulo’s men were still shouting, but the Chameleon in the white shirt was nowhere to be seen.

The enemy didn’t move.

Gao Yang immediately shouted loudly, “Shoot!”

Tommy’s hand let go, the mortar round slid into the tube, and with a soft ‘poom’ sound, the round flew out.

Soon, the group that was gathered together must have heard the whistling of the mortar, and they scattered in an uproar.

However, their scatter was a bit late.

The round exploded at the edge of the crowd, killing at least seven or eight people with Tommy’s shot.

The bombardment caused great chaos among the enemy, and this was the opportunity Gao Yang was waiting for.

He immediately dashed to the street corner, firing the Blade of Satan continuously.

Each enemy he aimed at was killed on the spot within a matter of seconds.

Tommy’s firing was a signal.

When the mortar exploded, Li Jinfang and Glolov, along with Gao Yang, almost simultaneously charged forward.

They both dove to the ground and opened fire immediately, while Sirte had also switched to a G36 by this time, with all light and heavy weapons firing furiously together.

The reputation of the Machine Gun Artist was not for nothing.

Once Glolov set up his machine gun and started firing, the people gathered on the street were swept away in droves.

After firing a shot, Tommy immediately grabbed the tube and moved a few meters.

He only needed to glance at the enemy’s position once, and then relying on memory, he was able to blind-fire accurately into the crowd.

Now, firing directly at the enemy, he was hitting his targets with extreme precision.

This was the first time Gao Yang had officially used his Blade of Satan in combat, and although his Blade of Satan only managed to kill two people before running out of targets, the reasons were simple— with Glolov and Tommy’s firepower, the enemies on the street were either dead or had already run away.

About thirty corpses were left on the street, and the remaining people had already hidden in the nearest houses.

It was another short and violent strike.

By the time the five guides came out and opened fire, there was no one left to be seen on the street.

The enemies began shooting at Gao Yang and his team, but limited by their firing angle, they could only extend their handguns sideways and shoot, which rendered their bullets virtually harmless.

Strike while the iron is hot.

While the enemy was still dazed, they needed to press on in one breath, not giving them a chance to catch their breath, let alone let them disperse through other routes and reorganize an effective counterattack.

Although they had lost the opportunity for a night ambush, since they had caught the enemy off guard, they might as well launch a frontal assault.

Even though the risk was much greater than a night ambush, this was urban combat, not the jungle warfare that was unfamiliar to Gao Yang and his team.

When it came to urban combat, Gao Yang had never been afraid.

If it were jungle warfare, Gao Yang would indeed be cautious, certainly not willing to directly clash with the Phantom Mercenary Group and Teodulo’s army.

But for urban warfare, the Satan Mercenary Corps could teach the Phantom Mercenary Group a lesson in a matter of minutes.

If the Phantom Mercenary Group was called the “Jungle Phantoms” for their expertise in jungle warfare, then the Satan Mercenary Corps could be known as the “Urban Satans.” The fact that Chameleon and his twenty or so men were wiped out by Gao Yang’s four or five men in an instant was clear evidence of this.

Gao Yang waved his hand, and the eleven of them split into two columns, starting to advance along the walls on both sides of the street.

They had to push forward until they reached a distance where hand grenades could be effectively used.

While advancing, the suppressing fire inevitably stopped.

Teodulo’s men attempted to counterattack, but two of them had just peeked out from behind the wall when they were promptly killed by Li Jinfang and Sirte, one each.

It was the duty of a firepower assault trooper to shoot and kill the enemy faster than the enemy during a strong push.

Now it was Gao Yang’s eleven men who were relentlessly beating down more than a hundred people, like a child pinning a brawny man to the ground and slapping his face repetitively, left and right.

The child doing the beating knew what was happening, while the strong man being beaten was left in confusion.

Chameleon, who had fought battles for half his life, was very confused at this moment.

Killing a child was quite common for him, but after killing one, it was very unusual for someone who looked and proved to be fierce to suddenly open fire.

That was a rare occurrence for Chameleon.

When Chameleon saw Cui Bo’s array of gear, his instinctive reaction was that he had encountered a tough challenge, so he promptly turned and ran.

This move indeed saved him, as the three people who came out after him wiped out all of his battle-hardened subordinates.

Now Chameleon’s heart was truly bleeding.

He had initially just taken some of his men to enjoy a woman, never expecting to encounter several killing gods.

In a single encounter, the Phantom Mercenary Group’s numbers were halved.

With such a massive loss, it was quite surprising that Chameleon didn’t go mad with rage.

Even while fleeing for his life, Chameleon didn’t forget to look back to see what had happened.

He only saw four people, and based on his experience, the enemy’s numbers couldn’t be too large.

He wasn’t afraid, no matter how strong they were.

So after running back, Chameleon immediately began frantically warning and calling for reinforcements.

Having only recently returned from the jungle, Chameleon’s subordinates, apart from a few evil spirits, as well as most of Teodulo’s men, were still deep in sleep.

Therefore, the speed at which Chameleon could gather them was not very fast.

However, Chameleon believed that the enemy wasn’t numerous and would surely retreat after a skirmish, so he accepted the slower pace of assembly.

He anticipated that the next phase of the battle would be a pursuit within the jungle, and Chameleon wasn’t afraid of jungle warfare.

But what made Chameleon’s heart bleed once again was that he was right about the enemy’s numbers—they indeed were not many, just a dozen or so.

What he hadn’t expected was that his enemies not only didn’t retreat, but instead charged at them right after.

With a blast of artillery followed by a hail of machine gun fire, five more of his men were killed.

Chameleon was utterly infuriated at this point.

Apart from enduring the torment from the Angel Mercenary Corps, when had anyone else ever made him feel so humiliated?

Chameleon had already donned his bulletproof vest and was equipped for battle, which made him feel braver than when he had just run back.

Hiding behind a courtyard wall that the enemy’s bullets couldn’t reach, Chameleon waved his gun and bellowed, “They’re only eleven men, charge out and take them down, you idiots, go!”

Under Chameleon’s angry shouting, one of the remaining Phantom mercenaries took a deep breath and slowly peeked above the wall, trying to assess the outside situation.

His eyes had no sooner appeared when he saw someone aiming a scoped rifle at him.

Before he could retract his head, it was too late—a bullet struck precisely below the rim of his helmet.

As Chameleon was waving his rifle and shouting, he saw how his once fearless subordinate was now acting cowardly, sneaking peeks from behind the wall instead of bravely jumping out to shoot.

Chameleon’s rage was uncontrollable.

He ran up behind the man who was cowering behind the wall, daring only to peek out rather than courageously leap out to fire, and roared, “Charge out, you coward!”

No sooner had Chameleon’s words finished when he lifted his foot to kick, but saw that his subordinate had collapsed with a thud on the ground—his head, along with the helmet, flew off and hit the other side of the courtyard wall.

The half-head still wearing the helmet fell to the ground, rolling half a circle before coming to a stop.

Looking down at the remaining half-headless body at his feet and then at the half-head lying on the ground, Chameleon swallowed hard before yelling again, “What the hell are you all doing standing there, take cover!

Cover!

Defend, don’t let them get any closer, prepare the grenades, defend, don’t let them break through!”

Chameleon felt chills down his spine and began to sense an ominous foreboding.

Shouting for his own and Teodulo’s subordinates to go out and meet their death could spark outrage, and Chameleon himself was already scared out of his wits.

Those enemies, who were merely eleven in number but still dared to attack fiercely, were too terrifying.

With no longer daring to order his subordinates to charge out, and even less courage to do so himself, Chameleon didn’t know what to do.

He was not a coward by nature; otherwise, he couldn’t have led a mercenary group known for its bold and cruel approach.

The reason he was called Chameleon was that he knew to exhibit extreme bravery against an enemy he could handle and let his subordinates take the stage when facing a formidable opponent.

Chameleon began to look for an escape route.

At the same time, he murmured in a daze, “F**k, they’re not the Angel Mercenaries, but they are even fiercer than the Angels.

Damn it, if they’re not from the Angels, then they must be devils.

They are indeed devils.” (To be continued.

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