Mercenary’s War
Chapter 907 - 907 897 Temporary Comrades

907: Chapter 897 Temporary Comrades 907: Chapter 897 Temporary Comrades Gao Yang paid no attention to Robert; instead he sighed helplessly, waved his hand, and then the remaining eleven men walked toward those playing football.

Wherever there’s excitement, people will gather, and seeing that a fight was about to break out, those who were originally watching the game also joined in, yelling and shouting as they moved forward.

By the time Gao Yang had pushed through a few people and stood in front of the groups playing football and baseball, both sides had already begun to confront each other.

Frey was about to step forward but was dragged behind by their captain.

Seeing this, Gao Yang just wanted to shout out in admiration for their bravery.

The man known as the Captain pulled Frey behind him, then, holding a baseball bat in his right hand, he tapped it gently in his left hand, looked up, and asked with a squint, “Johnson, what do you want to do?”

Johnson extended his right hand, lifted up the baseball, and after shaking it, roared with anger, “Who did it?

Come out!”

Then, the Marines also came from behind, each holding a baseball bat, looking unfriendly at Johnson, while the person who called himself Lightning Dale also took a bat, walked to the front, and defiantly asked Johnson, “What, you want to fight?”

Johnson brushed his neck with his hand and said with a grim face, “A baseball hit my neck, it hurts!

I’m very angry!

Who did it, come out.”

Frey wanted to step forward, but as he moved one step ahead, the bunch crowding around him also stepped forward unanimously, not giving Frey a chance to stand out but seemingly eager to start the fight.

Johnson was very angry, but the Captain simply shook his head and said, “Johnson, no one here is afraid of you, either we go back and continue playing our games, or we start fighting then keep playing, which one do you prefer?”

Johnson spat on the ground and viciously said, “F**k you!

Go to hell!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Johnson threw the baseball he was holding directly at the Captain’s face from a distance of just two meters.

Although the Captain was on his guard, he was still hit in the nose, and blood flowed instantly.

With a roar, both sides started fighting.

During the melee, both groups demonstrated their skills characteristic of their sports; however, while the baseball players had bats, the football players had helmets and protective gear, not to mention they were much stronger than the baseball players.

Most of the football players had been holding their helmets in hand, but as soon as it came down to a fight, they dropped any pretense of gentlemanly behavior and donned their helmets.

A bunch of PMCs, being gentlemanly would be strange.

With the opposite side wearing protective gear and having a physical advantage, although Frey’s side swung their bats frantically, they were quickly tackled and thrown to the ground whenever an opponent closed in.

Just then, Gao Yang’s group took action.

Since they hadn’t been spotted, they could act as a surprise force.

After the two sides engaged in conflict, Gao Yang shouted loudly, and Li Jinfang rushed out swiftly.

Crazy Johnson was already straddling the Captain, grabbing a bat with one hand, about to swing a punch with the other when Li Jinfang burst out from beside him, silently delivered a kick, and struck directly at Johnson’s shoulder.

Johnson was immediately sent flying, then Li Jinfang spun around and with a snap, kicked another player wearing protective gear in the leg, knocking him down hard.

Gao Yang initially targeted Johnson but seeing that Li Jinfang had acted quicker, he changed his target.

Since he was charging from the flank, Gao Yang’s kick landed squarely on someone’s hip, flipping the person to the ground, then a Marine, swinging a baseball bat, charged over and furiously thrashed the downed person.

As Gao Yang looked for a new target, he caught sight from the corner of his eye of someone charging at him.

Gao Yang dodged, and a Groin Kick naturally followed through.

Another triumph for the Groin Kick, just as Gao Yang’s opponent was about to kneel to the ground, mouth agape, another person with a bat swung horizontally and struck the opponent’s helmet with a bang.

Gao Yang quickly moved aside, watching as his temporary ally beat the incapacitated person with a bat.

These people here might not be homicidal mercenaries, but they were PMCs used to a life under the gun and knife; they were tough, not the kind to shy away from a fight, and once in a battle, they only abided by one rule—better me killing you than you having the chance to kill me.

So, if a fight was unavoidable, it had to be fought fiercely, aiming not necessarily to take lives but to ensure the opponent couldn’t fight back.

In an instant, there was a cacophony of clanging and banging.

Gao Yang rushed behind a person from the football team who was stomping furiously, kicked out, and with a sneaky attack from behind, sent his opponent flying forward.

Gao Yang reached out to help the person he’d saved up, and the blood-covered man stood up, shook his head, and immediately turned around and pounced back into the fight, first snatching the opponent’s helmet, then using it to bash the head of the previous attacker, cracking his skull in two strikes.

Just then, Crazy Johnson, who had been kicked over by Li Jinfang, got up from the ground.

He roared and swung a baseball bat he had grabbed with his left hand, aiming it at Li Jinfang.

Li Jinfang wasn’t afraid at all.

He actively moved towards Johnson, but Gao Yang saw someone with a baseball bat swinging it towards Li Jinfang’s back of the head.

Gao Yang turned his head, saw the danger Li Jinfang was in, and immediately yelled, “Behind you!”

Li Jinfang was fighting fiercely and had already charged alone into the enemy crowd, wreaking havoc far from his comrades who couldn’t catch up to help him.

If the back of his head were hit, it could be fatal.

Gao Yang didn’t care anymore; he instinctively reached for his handgun, at this moment disregarding the Green Zone rule against discharging firearms.

Gao Yang’s loud shout worked.

Although Li Jinfang didn’t know it was meant for him, it didn’t matter.

All the Satan Mercenaries instinctively ducked and then looked behind.

Li Jinfang bent down, twisted his body to look behind, and kicked back with his left leg, landing a kick on the stomach of the person sneaking up on him, knocking him down, then retracted his left leg and kicked forward again.

Li Jinfang’s consecutive kicks whistled through the air.

He leaned to the right, directly using the sole of his combat boot to meet Johnson’s baseball bat, and with a snap, Johnson’s bat broke.

Li Jinfang withdrew his left foot, used it as a pivot for a spin, and launched a right-foot kick, sweeping Johnson to the ground with another snap.

Johnson writhed in pain on the ground, unable to stand up.

Li Jinfang had shown mercy by not breaking his neck but had kicked and broken Johnson’s arm.

The crisis was averted, so Gao Yang no longer needed to shoot.

He holstered his pistol.

With the addition of the Satan Mercenary Corps, Johnson’s group was completely outmatched in numbers and quality.

The brawl ended quickly, leaving only the baseball players who were still swinging their bats and the cheering spectators standing.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Lightning Dale from the Marines immediately blew a whistle, then urgently said, “Move out!

Move out!

Don’t wait for the MPs to arrive!”

After that, Dale said to the group that had fought side by side, “Until next time, we’re out.”

The Marines scattered, and at that moment, their captain also loudly said, “Stop fighting, retreat!

Run!”

After that, the captain waved at Frey signaling him to hurry up, then frantically waved for everyone who had stopped fighting to run, while also pulling away a few who had been at a disadvantage at the start and were now venting their anger.

After pulling everyone away, the captain gave a military salute used among mercenaries to Gao Yang and his group, then the group also ran off.

At this moment, the onlooking crowd also dispersed, and Robert pushed Gao Yang, whispering, “Aren’t you running yet!

If the order-maintaining troops arrive, it’ll be troublesome, hurry!”

Gao Yang immediately said solemnly, “Retreat!”

At Gao Yang’s command, Satan’s men also ran towards their lodging, and Gao Yang noticed Robert was heading in the opposite direction, immediately shouting, “You, follow me!”

Gao Yang and his group quickly returned to the house assigned to them, where the doorkeeper sent by Polovich was still present.

Seeing Gao Yang and his group return, the stoic Russian at the door said, “I saw what happened.

Remember, if later someone asks if you were involved in the fight, adamantly deny it and say you were just watching; then there will be no problem.

Alright, I’m leaving.”

After the doorkeeper finished, he saw Robert and frowned, sternly saying to him, “Scram!

They are friends of an old Russian fellow, don’t want to die?

Then get far away.”

Robert retreated a few steps, cowering, but then Gao Yang quickly said, “It’s okay; I called him here.

I have something to ask him.”

The doorkeeper nodded, pointed at Robert with a stern face, and said, “Answer whatever he asks, don’t play any tricks, and don’t try to sell any of your schemes.

Otherwise, if I find out, you know what will happen.”

After saying that, the doorkeeper nodded to Gao Yang and then left quickly.

Gao Yang waved his hand, letting people into their room, but upon entering and seeing the trash all over, he frowned and sighed, “It seems we need to clean up our room.”

At that moment, Robert, all smiles, said, “No worries, no worries at all.

Someone can come to clean; it just takes a little money to have someone clean it up, and I can help too—oh, for free, I’ll help for free.”

Gao Yang snapped his fingers and said, “Good, later you get someone to clean this up but first, tell me about the Major League Baseball situation.

Hey, Little Fly, come here, you need to listen to this too.” (To be continued.

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