Mercenary’s War
Chapter 769 - 769 760 The Changing of Feng Shui

769: Chapter 760: The Changing of Feng Shui 769: Chapter 760: The Changing of Feng Shui Gao Yang was not a god, nor was he possessed by one, he was simply a marksman, not even a sniper.

After quickly reloading his bullets, Gao Yang started to contemplate his next moves.

Unable to make bullets turn corners, and having realized that using a machine gun would only draw return fire, all the remaining enemies had hidden away, leaving Gao Yang with no targets to shoot at.

Bantuna was quite exhilarated as he said, “Those bastards are scared off, they won’t attempt a counterattack, and they have no intention of massacring the hostages either.”

Jansen held a display in his hand and placed it in front of Gao Yang, showing him the locations of the hidden enemies.

While allowing Gao Yang to observe, he whispered, “They dare not move, what should we do, do we need to get closer to shoot?”

After looking at the enemy’s position, Gao Yang responded quietly, “No need, getting closer is too dangerous.

We will shoot from beyond the enemy’s range.

They’ve hidden themselves, we just need to change our angle.”

Having aerial surveillance was beneficial, for it revealed the enemies’ hiding spots, allowing for a targeted change of shooting position.

Therefore, although bullets couldn’t turn corners, changing positions solved all problems.

Having fully gained control over the battlefield situation, Gao Yang could go wherever he wanted.

After getting up from the ground and holding his gun, he pointed towards a location on the side and said quietly, “Let’s go there.”

The swift move took less than three minutes, and Gao Yang could shoot at the enemies again.

After lying down on the ground once more, he didn’t rush to shoot.

Instead, he observed first, mentally ranking the targets he planned to shoot.

First, he would shoot the one who looked like a commander, next, those who could only slightly move to keep hiding, and lastly, those who, to change hiding spots, would have to run a great distance.

Gao Yang raised his gun and fired at a target, the part of whose body could only be seen between two cars.

After the shot, he quickly rotated the gun’s barrel while he reloaded, then he shot a person holding a handgun and crouching on the ground.

Gao Yang used a shotgun, which emphasized shooting precision but not fast reloading, as in hunting there is often only one chance to shoot.

It also did not focus much on the silence of chambering rounds as compared to sniper rifles.

Therefore, reloading after a shot made more noise than a professional sniper rifle.

Each time he reloaded, pulling back the bolt first made a slight metallic sound, followed by the sound of the cartridge ejecting, and then the metallic sound as the bolt was pushed forward.

Gao Yang’s shooting had a certain rhythm.

After the loud blast of the gunshot, there were three distinct, crisp metallic sounds, each differing slightly in volume.

Although soft, these sounds were quite clear.

Having familiarized himself with his rifle, even though the distance had increased by about a hundred and ten meters, Gao Yang’s shooting speed had even increased, with the four sounds arising in sequence, very methodically.

Jansen, listening to the alternating sounds, felt somewhat enchanted.

His idle left hand tapped lightly on his leg following the rhythm of Gao Yang’s shooting, feeling almost as if he was playing a musical instrument.

With the changed direction, there were only seven people he could shoot at.

Gao Yang felt it was too few, but he ended up hitting only six because the reloading time was too long, finally allowing one person to escape before he could shoot.

After reloading his gun fully, Gao Yang stood up and said, “Let’s change direction again.”

When it was time to change the sniper position again, Bantuna suddenly shouted, “Someone’s running for the car!”

If Bantuna could see him, it meant he could hit him.

Gao Yang didn’t have time to lie down for a prone shot.

Instead, he turned around and lifted his rifle, stopped his feet, stood straight, aimed quickly, and with a single shot, he took down the person trying to escape.

It was better to lie down because standing up meant dying faster.

After seeing what happened to the person who tried to stand up and run, no one dared to make any large movements; everyone crawled toward the house, staying low on the ground.

Gao Yang only needed a clear line of sight; he didn’t care about the size of the target.

As long as he could see them, whether it was a large target standing or a smaller one lying down, it made no difference to him—they were all taken down with a single shot.

By now, Gao Yang had fired seventeen shots and killed eighteen men, while there were still at least sixteen or seventeen enemies outside, all hiding inside the house.

If those outside had decided to stand up and scatter all at once, Gao Yang, who could only fire five consecutive shots at most, actually couldn’t have stopped them all, but the problem was, none of his enemies dared to bet they weren’t the one being targeted, and that was key.

After running around the enemies and spotting an opportunity, Gao Yang immediately stopped and with two consecutive shots, he took down two more.

So far, Gao Yang had killed twenty people.

Those who were tied up were all laying on the ground, not daring to move, and those who had been arrogant just a moment before were now lying low, even more miserable than the hostages.

The people who were helpless just a moment ago now saw their savior, and the ones who could formerly kill at will were now facing their nemesis, becoming the hunted themselves—it was a complete turnaround of fortunes.

Gao Yang stopped again, having run almost directly to the opposite side of his previous position.

In other words, he was now behind the enemy.

Gao Yang had to decrease the distance between him and the enemy significantly, to less than five hundred meters, since he was now in a densely wooded area and needed to get closer to avoid the trees obstructing his view.

Gao Yang lay down on the ground, arranged the sequence of his shots, and started firing continuously.

The enemy wasn’t completely foolish.

After enduring several rounds of attacks, they knew Gao Yang could only fire up to five consecutive shots.

So, after hearing five shots, the remaining ten or so men suddenly jumped up and sprinted toward the cabin.

In just a few seconds, all the enemies who had been outside had run inside the building.

The only living people left outside were the ones tied up.

Finally, when the first man with his hands bound struggled to his feet and staggered toward their position, soon all the hostages got up and began to run toward Gao Yang’s side aggressively.

Watching the hostages sprint towards them and come under fire, Jansen excitedly shouted, “They’re running, they’re running over here!

Have we succeeded?”

Gao Yang said sternly, “Don’t get excited.

There are several women still inside the house; we are far from success.”