Mercenary’s War
Chapter 595 - 595 590 A Sense of Achievement

595: Chapter 590: A Sense of Achievement 595: Chapter 590: A Sense of Achievement There were still people daring enough to charge through the artillery fire; these people had guts.

The distance between the two sand dunes was approximately one thousand meters, right within the range where machine guns and large-caliber weaponry could show their power.

Gao Yang didn’t dare take the risk of moving forward to observe.

He could only ask over the radio: “How many enemy combatants are attacking?

Describe in detail what you see.”

“Report, there are about one hundred enemy personnel, advancing under the protection of four armored vehicles and have broken through our artillery cover.

Our fire isn’t affecting them much now.

Also, they’re all black, waving flags; only the Young Party would dare to charge under these circumstances.”

So it was the Somali Youth Party, those extremist fundamentalist madmen.

No wonder they were so fierce, or rather, so foolish.

Upon receiving the report, Gao Yang didn’t hesitate to say, “Fire only on command, let them come in close before hitting them, Instruction Platoon prepare to knock out the enemy’s armored vehicles.”

After giving the order to the Instruction Platoon, Gao Yang immediately said to Zhou Zhou: “Three Cannons, they’re coming at us; set up an artillery blockade about fifty meters ahead of me.

Fire on my command, and hit them hard!”

Just as the British held their fire during the Skull Gang’s landing, fearing that they would retreat to the sea, Gao Yang could have ordered a barrage to repel the enemy but chose not to.

Instead, he planned to wait for the enemy to come closer and then strike hard, denying them any chance to retreat.

After instructing Zhou Zhou, Gao Yang chuckled into Satan’s communication channel: “Guys, you all know we’ve got guests coming.

My thought is to annihilate them all before our eyes.

Now, get ready.”

After about ten minutes, the platoon leader of the Instruction Platoon urgently reported over the radio: “Report, the enemy has reached about two hundred meters in front of you.”

“Continue observing, engage the enemy when they are within one hundred meters in front of us!”

“Report, the enemy is assaulting, and they’ve entered the hundred-meter range, we’ve locked onto their armored vehicles, awaiting instructions.”

Knowing that the enemy had entered the one hundred meter range, Gao Yang shouted firmly: “Fire!”

From the woods to the right of Gao Yang and his men, four anti-tank missiles suddenly flew out.

At the same time, the whistling sound of mortars began.

Shortly after three armored vehicles exploded, shells rained down and detonated among the charging crowd.

Anti-tank missiles hitting armored vehicles was no problem; those vehicles were like dumplings with thin skins and big fillings, and there was no chance they wouldn’t penetrate.

Regardless of whether it was a direct hit, any contact was certain to turn them into fireballs.

One anti-tank missile missed its target, but the first and second rows were equipped with six anti-tank missiles.

Seeing a missile miss, two more were immediately launched one after the other, striking the remaining armored vehicle in succession.

All armored vehicles were destroyed on first contact, and the fate of the infantry following the armored vehicles was even worse.

After a barrage of mortar shells fell, everyone immediately hit the ground, but by the time they did, at least half were either dead or injured.

Shells were still falling, but their killing effect wasn’t as good anymore.

However, those charging forward certainly had no chance of standing up; though staying in place meant certain death, standing up meant dying even faster.

Just then, Eileen, close to Gao Yang, shouted to him, “Commander, why are these people coming back to deliver themselves to death?

Is this some kind of conspiracy?”

The enemy’s actions didn’t make sense, and Gao Yang couldn’t figure it out either.

But if there was a conspiracy, it must have been an internal plot amongst the enemy.

They were already fighting; the enemy couldn’t possibly be plotting against them now.

Gao Yang shouted back to Eileen, “Don’t forget, they’re acting in unison as four factions.

If I were those British, I would also be happy to let the crazies from the Somali Youth Party go to their deaths willingly.

Better if they’re wiped out completely, then things would be quieter.”

Eileen, still looking troubled, said, “Even if they wanted those crazies to die willingly, would the British be willing to sacrifice four armored vehicles?”

Eileen had hit the nail on the head, but unfortunately, Gao Yang didn’t know the answer either.

He crawled a few steps, peeked quickly, and shouted loudly, “I don’t know why the enemy would deliver themselves to death either, and still be willing to sacrifice four armored vehicles.

But, who cares, after the fight is over and we capture a few prisoners, we’ll naturally find out.

As for now, we’d better hurry up and finish off the enemy.”

One glance only deepened Gao Yang’s confusion, because at that moment the British had even stopped their artillery support.

Although the vehicles were reduced to burning wrecks, it was clear the vehicles delivering themselves to death were four Type 69 armored vehicles.

The BMP-2 armored vehicles, which were the mainstay for artillery suppression, had not come.

When baffled, Gao Yang decided to stop pondering.

He said over the radio, “Three Cannons, cease firing and report on ammunition expenditure.”

The mortar fire promptly ceased upon the command, then Zhou Zhou reported through the radio, “Report: rocket munition consumption is one and a half base loads, more than half spent; mortar ammunition, one base load spent.”

The artillery had brought three base loads of ammunition; once they ran out of shells, they would only have what logistics could supply.

Given the current situation, ammunition was being consumed a bit too fast.

Gao Yang said in a grave tone, “Cease firing and wait for orders.”

Implementing artillery primacy is easy to talk about, but very difficult to carry out in practice.

More cannons meant more shells were fired, so what artillery primacy actually tests is not the quantity of cannons, but logistics.

Once the shelling had ceased, Gao Yang shouted loudly, “Guys, to save some shells, let’s finish the rest of the job ourselves.

Free Shooting—take care of any of the enemy who aren’t dead yet.

If you can’t confirm whether an enemy is dead, put another bullet in them.”

Executing prisoners of war or those unable to fight back had always caused some resistance in Gao Yang’s mind.

In the past, he chose not to kill when possible.

And even when the situation forced him, it was mostly Glolov who would take the initiative before he had to say a word.

This time Gao Yang immediately ordered the execution of all enemy soldiers.

Glolov was quite surprised.

After looking at Gao Yang, he asked, “Your order was very decisive this time.

May I ask why?

Have you gotten used to killing, or is there some other reason?”

Gao Yang shrugged and replied, “I still uphold my original principles.

Although we’re not entitled to become prisoners of war, killing prisoners is certainly not a good deed.

Kill those who need to be killed, but don’t kill if you don’t have to.

However, for these fanatical crazies from the Youth Party, I think the best choice is to take them out directly, and I won’t have any psychological burden.

Actually, killing these people feels quite fulfilling.” (To be continued.

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