Mercenary’s War
Chapter 468 - 468 465 Hostage

468: Chapter 465 Hostage 468: Chapter 465 Hostage Andy He’s clinic was located on a very narrow street, and when Gao Yang ran outside the clinic, he found that vehicles had blocked the street from both sides.

Finding enemies on both sides, Brejinsky and his companions could only hide behind the vehicles, firing at the enemies who were closing in from both ends to stop them from advancing.

The enemies numbered at least forty or fifty, and they had brought machine guns, which riddled the vehicles used by Brejinsky and his men for cover with bullet holes.

Gao only peeked out for a moment before hurriedly withdrawing his head.

The street was too dangerous, with bullets flying everywhere, and Brejinsky and his few men were pinned down behind the vehicles, unable to lift their heads.

Brejinsky was doing quite well, keeping the enemies at about forty meters away.

Whenever an enemy tried to advance using terrain for cover, Brejinsky would fire, using precise bursts to drive the enemy back, so even though the situation looked extremely grim and dangerous, they managed to hold the enemies off for the time being.

The enemies were all more than forty meters away, and Gao and the others, armed only with handguns, would be of no use if they went out.

After glancing outside, Gao waved helplessly and said, “Fall back, prepare to establish a second line of defense.

If we can’t hold them off outside, we will have to defend the clinic’s entrance with our pistols.”

Li Jinfang said anxiously, “This is no good.

If the enemies use rocket launchers or grenades, we’ll have no way to hold them off.”

No sooner had Jinfang spoken than a loud explosion was heard outside.

Gao peered out again, his face immediately showing a bitter expression as he said, “The rockets are here.”

After another two booming explosions, Gao looked once more and saw that after three rocket explosions, a car used for cover had begun to blaze fiercely, and the two men who had been hiding behind it were now motionless, turned into corpses.

Brejinsky, upon seeing Gao, yelled, “Get back!

Don’t come out, I’ll try to buy time.”

Gao could only shout back, “How long before Hammer and the others can return?”

After firing two bursts, Brejinsky shouted back while reloading a new magazine, “Fifteen minutes, no faster!”

Looking at the situation outside, Gao felt that lasting even five minutes would be miraculous.

They were completely devoid of any heavy firepower.

Brejinsky and his men only had automatic rifles and pistols, and not everyone even had grenades; in total, maybe fifteen or sixteen at most.

To directly confront the enemy with such firepower meant defeat was inevitable.

Gao wanted to retrieve the automatic rifles from the hands of the two dead men, but doing so would require him to run out seven or eight meters.

Considering the density of bullets on the battlefield, he immediately dismissed the idea.

As Gao was at a loss, the enemy fired two more rockets with a clang.

Following the destruction of another car used for cover, a person hiding behind it was blown to death on the spot, while another, injured, tried to crawl away from the burning car but was quickly turned into a sieve by bullets from the enemy.

If they kept being blasted open by the enemy’s rockets like this, everything would be over.

Brejinsky and his men were actually not weak fighters, they were very accurate with their guns; they wouldn’t have held the enemy off this long otherwise.

But the problem is, in the end, firepower rules on the battlefield.

No matter how tough or skilled a person is, a direct hit from a shell reduces them to nothing but shattered remains.

Brejinsky and his men were now pinned down, unable to lift their heads, and they couldn’t even retreat back to the clinic.

As soon as they moved from cover, they would certainly be turned into sieves by bullets.

Gao felt a bitter taste in his mouth, turned to his comrades, and said, “No need to think anymore, prepare to fight.”

At this point, nothing more could be said, and there was no other way out but to fight on.

With a pistol sealing off the clinic door, Gao Yang was actually quite confident, but if the enemy were to knock on the door with a rocket launcher, then, well, they could only brace for death.

The enemy suddenly intensified their attack.

While suppressing Brejinsky’s group with machine guns, they finally stopped firing rocket launchers.

Groups of about a dozen armed men charged from both ends of the street.

Brejinsky and his men were helpless against the incoming rockets but not afraid of the charging men.

Although only four were left, the continuous gunfire repelled the enemy before they could reach them.

After several bodies were left behind, the attackers retreated in disarray.

Gao Yang pressed against the door and saw Brejinsky’s group fend off an enemy assault.

But he didn’t feel much relief, knowing the enemy would likely return to using rockets to lead their next charge, then repeat the process they had just endured.

The enemy had enough men to sacrifice, while Brejinsky’s group couldn’t afford to lose anyone.

If two more of them died, it would be difficult to stop the next enemy offensive.

Just as Gao Yang felt he was at a dead end, Brejinsky suddenly shouted at him with joy, “The enemy is retreating, they’re running away!”

Gao Yang was overjoyed.

Just as he was about to cheer loudly, he suddenly remembered something.

Back at the jewelry store attack, Gao Yang’s group exchanged gunfire with the assailants for nearly half an hour, but the police never showed.

And now, the fight had lasted almost half an hour as well.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions were thunderous, and Gao Yang thought that even if the Colombian police were deeply entangled with drug lords or gangs, they couldn’t just keep pretending not to hear.

Thus, the sudden withdrawal of the attackers must have been their desire to avoid a police encounter.

Gao Yang immediately shouted, “Is it the police who have arrived?”

“No, the enemy has pulled out, all of them, but I didn’t see any police.

F**k, the police are here!”

Brejinsky’s statement was cut off by the sound of sirens.

Gao Yang, of course, also heard the sirens.

If the fight with the enemy had continued, he might have held out hope for Samuel’s backup, but now, it felt like a widow who had lost her son—hopeless.

Gao Yang’s heart sank.

He immediately shouted, “Pick up the rifles and get back inside the clinic, quick, quick.”

After Brejinsky shouted twice, several men retrieved their fallen comrades’ rifles and hurried back into the clinic.

As soon as they got back, countless police cars, sirens blaring, blocked both ends of the street.

Then the swarm of police officers began setting up the cordon.

Surrounded by police, and not just ordinary ones—with all the machine gun fire and explosions, it was certain to be SWAT directly involved, perhaps even Colombian special forces joining the fray.

Watching police officers dressed all in black, with masks and bulletproof vests, and armed to the teeth holding shields spread quickly across the street, Gao Yang was stunned for a long while before suddenly saying, “Bear, we’re just tourists, and you are all guerrillas.

Now you can take us as hostages, and the doctors and nurses here as well.

Get ready to negotiate with the police.

Drag it out as long as possible.” (To be continued.

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