Mercenary’s War
Chapter 610 - 610 603 Don't Steal My Job

610: Chapter 603: Don’t Steal My Job 610: Chapter 603: Don’t Steal My Job When people lose their sanity, there’s nothing they wouldn’t do, as two tanks dared to charge straight at the Skull Gang’s position without the protection of accompanying infantry.

Gao Yang didn’t know whether to call them brave or stupid.

As the two tanks fired, their coaxial machine guns also shot, but the problem was, knowing that the enemy had tanks, Gao Yang and his men wouldn’t foolishly expose themselves under the gun.

The advantage of everyone having an engineer shovel became undoubtedly apparent.

Though they couldn’t dig trenches, they could dig foxholes everywhere.

The Instruction Platoon’s position was practically riddled with holes, and they could hide anywhere in an unoccupied one after leaving their original spots.

Gao Yang and his men moved laterally over a hundred meters, but the tanks were much faster.

Even though Chieftain tanks weren’t known for their mobility, they could still cover a distance of over one thousand meters quite quickly.

After they had moved over a hundred meters, the tanks had already reached where they had just been hiding.

He thought the tanks would charge once and then retreat, but unexpectedly, after reaching the edge of the woods, the tanks refused to withdraw.

Instead, they turned around and came at them again.

The rockets, when they hit the tanks, mostly detonated prematurely due to the grilles, and even those that struck the tank’s body couldn’t pose any threat, as the Chieftain tanks, though not known for their mobility, had very good protection.

Gao Yang had given the order to aim for the tracks when targeting tanks, but the problem was that the shooter needed to have good enough aim.

Seeing several rockets being fired, either too high or astray, Gao Yang shouted urgently, “Wait until they’re closer!

Rocket Launchers, fire when they’re closer!”

After turning a corner, the tanks continued to advance, their turrets sweeping back and forth.

The tank cannons weren’t firing, but the coaxial machine guns never stopped.

Thankfully, the foxholes offered protection, keeping everyone safe from the machine gun fire.

A distance of one hundred meters could be covered in an instant; fully geared up, Gao Yang and his men could not possibly outrun the tanks.

Both tanks came to a stop, one after the other.

Being outdated and basic models, their fire control systems were also primitive.

Dynamic shooting was out of the question, and even stationary targets were a challenge, let alone considering the crew’s competence.

To fire the main gun, the tank had to stop.

While running, Gao Yang had taken an RPG from a soldier next to him, hiding in a foxhole, preparing to target the tracks when the tanks got close.

When he noticed the tanks had stopped, Gao Yang stuck his head out, trying to observe whether the tanks were planning to pull back or do something else.

Gao Yang was to the side and slightly ahead of a tank, about fifty meters from the one in front.

After a glance, judging that the angle was right and he could hit the tank’s tracks, he shouldered the Rocket Launcher, ready to take a shot at one of them.

As Gao Yang shouldered the Rocket Launcher, he noticed the gun barrel was moving.

As he aimed at the tank, he saw its barrel also pointing towards him.

Gao Yang’s eyes widened in shock.

The feeling of being targeted by a 120mm tank gun was, frankly, too terrifying…

Tossing aside the Rocket Launcher, Gao Yang gave up on firing, rolled out of his foxhole, and scrambled as machine gun bullets burrowed into the sand beside him.

After crawling for two meters, he quickly rolled into an adjacent foxhole.

If he had a choice, Gao Yang wouldn’t have stopped, but the tank’s machine gun was firing at him, and staying outside would have been out of the question.

He couldn’t get away; receiving a tank shell would be unbearable.

No sooner had he slid headfirst into a foxhole than the tank fired.

The shell landed near his old foxhole, and after a massive explosion, sand rained down from the sky, burying both Gao Yang and another soldier who had already been hiding there.

The foxhole Gao Yang took cover in was large, with a depth of two meters.

Since digging in the sand was easy, the sand on the edges would slide down, and a shallow hole just couldn’t hide anyone.

The stationary tank became an easy target for the Rocket Launchers, but compared to the tank’s body, the tracks were much smaller.

Moreover, with side skirts protecting them, hitting the tracks wasn’t easy.

Against tanks that even Rocket Launchers couldn’t handle, guns were even less effective, but still, many couldn’t help firing at them, making the tanks ring with impact but to no actual effect.

Fearing another shot from the tanks, Gao Yang wormed his way out of the sand and sat down, patting himself to check for wounds.

After realizing he wasn’t hit, he took a deep breath and said, “Run, run!

Staying here will just get us blasted.”

“Boss!

Are you alright?

Answer me!”

Seeing Gao Yang’s previous hiding spot get shelled, Satan’s men became anxious, with Frey calling out loudly on the radio.

“I’m fine!

Everyone be careful!”

After replying, Gao Yang began to rub his eyes, blurred by the sand.

Once he could see again, he realized that the person in front of him was Rafael.

In his urgency, he had tumbled into Rafael’s foxhole.

In Rafael’s hands was a bag, from which he was pulling out C4.

Gao Yang didn’t have time to say much to Rafael.

He looked up and noticed that the tank hadn’t continued firing at him but was pointing its barrel elsewhere.

The reason the tank had spared Gao Yang was that several Instruction Platoon soldiers, after several failed attempts to hit the tracks, had left their cover in desperation and charged towards the tank.

To target these soldiers, the tank had to swivel its barrel and use the coaxial machine gun.

“Boss, I’ll blow up the tank!”

Gao Yang turned his head and saw Rafael sticking several blocks of C4 together and inserting a detonator.

“Can you do it?”

Although they were face-to-face, the noise was so loud they had to shout to be heard.

Rafael yelled back at Gao Yang, “Don’t know!

I’ve never blown up a tank before, but I think we should try!”

With eight blocks of C4 weighing ten kilograms on him, Rafael stuck four blocks together and fitted a remote detonator.

Then, thinking it over, he added two more blocks of C4 before thrusting a remote control into Gao Yang’s hand and bellowed, “This is too powerful, dammit!

If I’m not dead, make sure to blow it when I’m at least thirty meters away!

If I die, you deal with it!”

Without a word, Gao Yang threw the remote control back into Rafael’s arms, grabbed the C4 from his hands, and tried to crawl out, seizing the chance while the tank’s turret wasn’t aimed at him.

Before Gao Yang could crawl out of the foxhole, Rafael pulled him back and then shouted right in his face, “I’m the Blaster, F**k!

Don’t f**king steal my job!

Remember, thirty meters, don’t get me killed!”

After yelling at Gao Yang, Rafael threw down his rifle, only carrying a large block of C4, and whooshed out of the foxhole.

Two Instruction Platoon soldiers attempting to approach the tank had already been killed, and another was pinned down in the foxhole, unable to lift his head.

Their plan to get close to the tank had failed, and as Rafael dashed out, both tanks began rotating their turrets.

Rafael quickly jumped into another foxhole, and then Gao Yang yelled through the radio, “Instruction Platoon, draw the tank’s attention, watch your position, let our man blow up the tank!”

At that command, four more rocket launcher soldiers leapt from their cover.

This time, to divert the tank’s attention and turn its barrel away, they had to risk lives.

Seeing the turret rotate, Rafael charged out again and started running towards the tank.

There was just a fifty-meter distance—a run that would normally take only a few seconds—but tanks don’t allow a person to get close.

One of the tanks began swinging its barrel towards Rafael as soon as it spotted him approaching.

The tanks had approached along Instruction Platoon’s position, so along Rafael’s path forward, there was no shortage of foxholes.

Seeing the barrel swivel towards him, he immediately dove into another foxhole.

Now, he was only about twenty meters from one of the tanks.

Rafael was getting close to the tank but its barrel was now pointing at him.

Yet his safety was ironically ensured since the tank’s gun elevation angle was too low to target something so close and the machine gun bullets couldn’t penetrate the sand to hit Rafael.

Gao Yang shouted into the radio, “Fork!

Be careful!

Don’t…, Curtis!”

Gao Yang was cut off mid-sentence as a Chinese curse slipped out and he immediately scrambled out of the foxhole, sprinting a few steps before diving into the next one, as he noticed a tank aiming its barrel at him.

Getting to the next hole wasn’t safe either, but Gao Yang had no other choice.

He waited a moment, no gunfire followed.

Curiously, Gao Yang peeked out and saw that a few more soldiers had rushed towards the tank, once again diverting its attention.

Gao Yang watched the tank anxiously, and then saw Rafael dart out of the foxhole for the third time, and almost at the same time, the tank started moving again.

Rafael crouched low and ran right in front of the tank, then immediately lay down on the ground.

Gao Yang’s heart was about to leap out of his throat, but soon he heard Rafael shout through the headset, “The explosives are in place, wait for me to get away before blowing it up!”

The two tanks were very close to each other, about ten meters apart.

Once close enough, the tank’s machine gun was no longer a concern.

As the first tank rolled over him, Rafael quickly got up from the ground, and while the second tank’s gun was not aimed at him, he waved in front of it to find his position, then lay down again, letting the tank drive over him.

With the C4 now in place under the weakest armor of the tank’s underbelly, and the remote controller switch turned on, Gao Yang held the remote, flipped open the safety cover on the blasting button, and waited for Rafael to run far enough before pressing it.

(To be continued.

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