Mercenary’s War
Chapter 607 - 607 600 What is Called a Godly Cannon_2

607: Chapter 600: What is Called a Godly Cannon_2 607: Chapter 600: What is Called a Godly Cannon_2 Furthermore, with the enemy snipers having fortifications to conceal themselves, the Skull Gang giving up any hope of blasting the enemy snipers with artillery shells was a given.

Thinking of using the Skull Gang’s artillery against snipers, the only possibility would be to pinpoint the exact hiding spots of the snipers and then ensure that as many shells as possible land accurately nearby, relying on density to compensate for power.

Only then could the snipers potentially be eliminated.

But there was a problem: the Skull Gang couldn’t manage to land dozens of shells simultaneously in a small area, neither with mortars nor rocket artillery, nor did they have enough ammunition for such a luxury.

In the end, finding the snipers’ precise hiding spots was the only way to possibly take them out with artillery.

Moreover, even if the hiding spots were identified, if the snipers were sheltered inside a bunker or a robust building, the Skull Gang’s light artillery would still be ineffective.

That being said, if the Skull Gang’s artillery consisted entirely of large-caliber howitzers, like 105mm or 155mm, then there would be no need for the Satan Mercenary Corps to step in.

Just a barrage from the big guns would solve everything—no need for mercenaries.

You fight with the weapons you have, supplementing lack of power with quantity, and compensating for lack of quantity with precision.

Although they were small guns, it was still better than having no guns at all.

The major premise was to locate the enemy snipers, especially knowing that the enemy’s snipers could likely be Glolov’s mortal enemies, the Satan Mercenary Corps took the task of finding the snipers very seriously.

Gao Yang’s eyes were aching from watching, particularly because on the west side of Gesale, they faced the glare of the morning sun, which was not only intense but also positioned them against the light, making it even harder to spot the enemy snipers.

Tommy was to act as a counter-sniper gunner, idly playing with a cannon barrel, with seven shells at his feet, waiting boredly to spot an enemy sniper—or even just to identify a general area.

The enemy hadn’t launched an attack and had shown no signs of action, and Gao Yang’s team couldn’t do anything now except wait and occasionally try to take out an enemy sniper.

Only when the morning progressed and the sun got higher, sparing their eyes from direct glare, did their search begin to make some progress.

Cui Bo, who had been observing, suddenly said loudly, “Brother Yang, come take a look, I think there’s something wrong with that circular fortification.”

Gao, holding his binoculars, peered at the fortification Cui Bo mentioned.

An open circular fortification normally served as a machine-gun position, but after being hit once by artillery, the guns had been removed and nothing could be seen on the fortification.

After scrutinizing for a while, Gao Yang frowned and said, “There’s nothing odd, huh, wait, there is something odd.

This fortification doesn’t seem to be made of piled-up sand; sand construction would slide down and have a larger slope.

This fortification definitely used wood or some other components in its construction.”

Cui Bo nodded repeatedly, adding, “Exactly, exactly, the slope of the fortification is too gentle.

There must be something concealed inside, it’s not as simple as it seems.

If it has structure support, then it could have a shell-proof shelter built inside, a safe place from artillery.

It looks open, but it’s actually a fortress or bunker of sorts—a perfect spot for a sniper!”

Gao Yang clapped his hands together and declared, “That’s it, let’s test fire there.”

Seeing a discovery, everyone shifted their focus.

Gao Yang waved at Tommy and said, “Worker Bee, see what you think, are you confident you can get the shells to hit that spot?”

After a careful observation, Tommy said solemnly, “The distance is one thousand six hundred meters.

If I must land the shells inside the circular fortification, it’s difficult, but I can try.

I’ll need to test fire one shell, aiming nearby so as not to alert the sniper.”

Since action was needed, Tommy’s artillery firing took longer than usual due to the need for accuracy.

He selected a nearby point for a test shot.

After making a mental adjustment, he nodded and said, “All right, it’s doable.

I can do a three-round burst to increase the likelihood of a kill.

Big Dog, you’ll load the shells.”

Taking a deep breath, Tommy steadied his hands on the cannon, turned to Glolov, and instructed, “Pay attention when you load the shells—be quick, steady, and try not to touch the muzzle.

Get ready, load!”

“Load!”

“Load!”

After Glolov had placed the shell, Tommy continuously lowered the muzzle, followed by a loud cry.

Three shells were quickly loaded and fired, and in nearly three seconds, the first and second shells exploded simultaneously in the circular fortification, one after another with not even a second apart, while the third shell did not fall into the structure but exploded beside it.

The human brain is after all not a computer, and cannot control the trajectory of several shells to explode at the same time, as a computer does.

When Tommy managed to have three shells explode almost at the same point within 1.5 seconds, it was a miracle.

Although the shells fell into the fortification, it was still unknown whether there were snipers inside.

However, Gao Yang and the others soon found out.

When he saw two people dashing towards the circular fortification, Gao Yang shouted excitedly, “There are people inside!

Snipers!

They’re going to rescue them!

We hit them!

Worker Bee, you’re damn amazing!”

Tommy, who couldn’t afford to talk, glanced at the two sprinting figures, and with one hand on the cannon barrel and the other holding a pair of binoculars, he urgently commanded while staring intently, “Get ready to fire.”

Glolov placed the shell into the muzzle, and then Tommy suddenly said, “Fire!

Two rounds in rapid succession, quick!”

After Glolov released the shells, and as they whooshed out, Tommy also dropped his binoculars, briefly adjusted the shaking and displaced barrel with both hands, and immediately said, “Fire!”

Incredible!

Tommy was truly incredible!

Just as the two people who tried to perform a rescue had barely reached beside the circular fortification, the first shell fell, landing right in front of one, blasting him into the air, while the other figure, about ten meters from the point of impact, also fell to the ground.

There was no need for the second shell to fall, because the first had already solved the problem.

The one who was blown away by the shell was just unlucky, or rather, too unlucky.

Tommy couldn’t have been aiming at him, it was impossible, but he could estimate the enemy’s running speed and fire directly at the fortification.

Since those two were going to enter the fortification to save someone, waiting for them like a sitting duck was enough.

So, it was truly bad luck for the unfortunate one to be hit right by the shell.

Two barrages, five shells, and at least three people were killed, including possibly a sniper.

This was a worthy trade!

Gao Yang, unable to rejoice, immediately shouted into the intercom, “Three Cannons, Three Cannons, quick have someone bring us more shells!

The good ones!

Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

Eileen, being extroverted, let out an excited scream, then yelled at Tommy, “Uncle, I love you to death, you’re a god, you’re the Almighty!”

As Eileen spoke, she ran towards Tommy, arms wide open about to embrace him, when Tommy shouted, “Don’t touch me, don’t move me, the enemy might still try to save someone.

I have one more round!”

Eileen immediately stopped in her tracks, not even daring to breathe heavily, for fear of disturbing Tommy, who then adjusted the mortar barrel a bit before continuing to hold the barrel with one hand and the binoculars with the other.

Rafael waved Eileen over, and they huddled together, Rafael said with an excited whisper, “Hey, fellow newbie, what do you think of our godlike Gunner?

I’m so excited, buddy, really, I feel like my life has security now.”

Eileen rolled her eyes at Rafael and said, “Duh, is that even a question?

Let me tell you buddy, this is the Satan Mercenary Corps, Worker Bee is our Satan’s Gunner!”

Lucica, who was always quiet and unobtrusive, also beamed joyfully and said softly, “Honestly, I never knew that mortars could be so powerful in open terrain!

It’s magical, it’s incredible!”

(To be continued.

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