The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 237 - 233: Collect the Divine Powers

Chapter 237: Chapter 233: Collect the Divine Powers

An elite team formed temporarily from various military branches might not necessarily perform better than an infantry squad on a conventional battlefield, and might even get thoroughly outclassed by an infantry squad.

Take Gao Yuan’s Spark Squad, for example; every member could be considered elite, yet they’ve never trained together, let alone seen combat together.

Cao Zhenjiang came from the infantry, Li Jingang and Panxin were special forces, Li Yang was a bodyguard, Song Qian was a security officer, and Gao Yuan along with Yu Shunzhou and Nie Erlong were even better—they were all sorts of half-baked.

Li Jingang and Panxin had one idea, Cao Zhenjiang had another, Li Yang had yet another, and Gao Yuan and his crew were the worst; each had their own idea.

A battle fought like this was bound to be chaos.

After a brief mutual suppression, the enemy actually pulled out an 82 mm mortar.

In any place, any battle, on terrain like this, an 82 mm mortar was a devastating weapon, but Cao Zhenjiang said that the first shot had been just a test fire. What if the enemy unleashed an entire mortar battery all at once?

It would be tough, really tough. This battlefield was definitely not one where special forces could take advantage, but rather the perfect battlefield where conventional infantry could utterly dominate and outclass any special forces.

Without support, no matter how elite the special forces were, infantry armed with various heavy weapons was the boss.

So Cao Zhenjiang panicked, and Gao Yuan was dumbfounded.

It was at this moment that Li Yang suddenly shouted, "Here, have a grenade!"

Li Yang, with his rifle ready, had a bag slung over his shoulder—the very bag Gao Yuan used for carrying grenades.

They had placed the grenades under the seats in the vehicle earlier to sit more comfortably.

In his haste to get out of the vehicle, Gao Yuan’s mind had raced and he had jumped out as soon as he opened the door; he had forgotten to take his grenades with him.

It was a lack of experience; plain and simple, Gao Yuan was a rookie in warfare.

Fortunately, when Li Yang threw the Revelation over to Zhao Qiang, he didn’t forget to grab Gao Yuan’s grenades for him.

As Gao Yuan took the backpack full of grenades, Li Yang urgently said, "Retreat! Quickly retreat! After dodging the shelling, regroup..."

Gao Yuan grabbed the bag and ran, not hearing the rest of Li Yang’s instructions on reestablishing their position.

Gao Yuan slung the bag over his shoulder and then began running toward the enemy’s position.

He was desperate; although a rookie, Gao Yuan knew all too well what it would mean once the enemy started bombarding them with mortar fire. His only thought was to knock out the enemy first, giving Li Jingang and Panxin a chance to retreat rather than being pinned down as sitting ducks for the superior firepower of the infantry to target.

To leverage his own advantage, Gao Yuan realized that merely suppressing one of the enemy’s machine guns was not enough if the enemy could immediately reestablish fire superiority. The question was, how long would they have to fight then?

So Gao Yuan’s decision to take off wasn’t brainless; he knew exactly where his advantage lay.

His advantage was in his speed, strength, and precision in throwing grenades.

When Gao Yuan sprinted across the wasteland at a speed exceeding eighty kilometers per hour, both sides were shocked.

The cheetah, capable of reaching speeds of up to one hundred and ten kilometers per hour, could only sustain it for a mere fifteen seconds or so. Typically, the limit was around ten seconds.

But for Gao Yuan, his sprinting speed must have been over sixty kilometers per hour, and it was still increasing.

At a speed of thirty meters per second, he was like a shadow flashing by.

Of course, Gao Yuan was not foolish enough to run in a straight line, so he zigzagged at irregular intervals.

A man running faster than a cheetah, leaving nothing but a trail of dust behind, would have been jaw-dropping on a racetrack, but this was on the battlefield, the battlefield!

Cao Zhenjiang stood up with his machine gun, ready to move positions, but he found himself forgetting what he was supposed to do, simply staring dumbfounded at Gao Yuan.

"Nemesis! What are you doing, you... damn it!"

Li Yang wanted Gao Yuan to come back, but he couldn’t finish his sentence in the walkie-talkie before he saw Gao Yuan already a hundred meters away. By the time he wanted to speak again, Gao Yuan was already three hundred meters out—there was no point in talking then.

They were only about five hundred meters from the enemy to begin with. With Gao Yuan’s speed, even if he didn’t run in a straight line, it would only take him about ten seconds or so to reach the enemy.

Gao Yuan took a detour; he didn’t want to face the bullets head-on, but after a brief moment of astonishment, the enemy had rifles aimed at Gao Yuan and opened fire.

Shooting at a car moving at over a hundred kilometers per hour with a rifle is hard enough, let alone a person who’s running in zigzags like a cheetah.

And indeed, the enemy was petrified.

Gao Yuan didn’t even feel the bullets, for they either hit behind him or in front. By the time all of the enemy’s firepower was redirected toward shooting Gao Yuan, he had already reached their side.

That was a ditch, a gully carved by rainwater on the wasteland, where over a dozen people dressed in desert camouflage had established a position, and now, Gao Yuan had also jumped into this gully.

Running along the trench for over twenty meters, Gao Yuan was less than thirty meters away from the nearest enemy. The enemy, holding a rifle, panicked, his weapon awkwardly angled as he stared dumbfounded, slowly trying to aim at him.

To Gao Yuan, it seemed like the enemy was moving in slow motion.

His speed slowed slightly, but was essentially unchanged, as he forcefully threw a hand grenade and then, with all his might, leaped out of the flood ditch that was four to five meters wide.

Gao Yuan was already incredibly fast, and with that speed, the grenade he threw flew even faster.

Moreover, the hand grenade struck the enemy directly in the face.

The pin of the grenade had been pulled, but with such close proximity and high velocity, there wasn’t even time for the grenade to detonate or for the fuse to activate before the enemy, hit by the grenade, had his head burst open on impact.

The grenade didn’t explode, but the enemy’s head, struck by the grenade, burst open just like a watermelon hit by an explosive.

He was not the first person in the history of warfare to be killed by a grenade strike since using the wooden handle of a grenade as a weapon in close combat was not unheard of, but he was definitely the first to be killed instantly by a thrown grenade straight to the head.

A vehicle can take flight at high speeds on a ramp, much less Gao Yuan. He was truly gliding through the air at low altitude.

With hand raised and head twisted, Gao Yuan flew across the flood ditch in a graceful arc while the enemy, turning around, watched him with a gaze of terror.

Blood splattered, brain matter flew in all directions, Gao Yuan skimming just above the ground as the enemy watched him fly past; the enemy tried to turn and fire but twisted his waist in haste.

Finally, the hand grenade exploded, and Gao Yuan landed.

He took another hand grenade from his bag with his right hand and threw it again.

He didn’t bother pulling the pin, as the enemy was only twenty meters to his left.

The enemy was lined up, stationed every four to five meters. They had been firing at Li Jingang and his team, but now, they had to twist around, attempting to deal with Gao Yuan who was rushing parallel to the trench they were hiding in.

Too close and too fast, Gao Yuan didn’t have time to pull the pin because the enemy was already whizzing by him.

This grenade struck an enemy squarely in the chest with a thud. The enemy’s chest caved in from the impact, and as he spat out blood, he collapsed to the ground.

While the one with the burst head didn’t count, this enemy was definitely a first in war history, the first known person to be killed directly by the impact of a hand grenade to the chest.

What kind of battle was this?

Nobody understood clearly; Gao Yuan himself was perplexed, and his enemies were baffled—not just stunned but palpably confused.

Running so fast, he couldn’t even keep up with the speed of pulling out grenades; by the time Gao Yuan drew the third grenade, he was already thirty to forty meters away from the enemy’s position.

Such rapid movement made it risky to stop quickly, so Gao Yuan just pulled the grenade pin with his left hand, then glanced back and tossed the grenade over his shoulder as he ran.

With a thunderous boom, Gao Yuan had also completed his turn. The faster he went, the wider he had to turn, so he found himself back in front of the enemy positions.

As the enemy had to turn their weapons frontward again, Gao Yuan gently tossed a string of grenades with pulled pins out continuously.

After a series of explosions—five grenade blasts—Gao Yuan ran past the enemy positions again, and this time, the enemy finally stopped moving.

Not all enemies were dead, but they had lost the ability to continue fighting.

So, Gao Yuan finally slowed down and saw about two thousand meters ahead that dust and smoke were rising, and soon, the area behind him, where Yu Shunzhou and the others were, began to resonate with continuous explosions.

"Nemesis... you... after dealing with the enemy, come back quick, Mr. Jian and the others have already evacuated, and we’ve started to reel back to avoid artillery fire, you... pull back your divine powers,"

It was Li Yang speaking, his voice trembling slightly but full of relief, yet also very puzzled.

Gao Yuan looked around; the mortar’s launching position was two kilometers away from him, a somewhat safe distance, while the enemies right in front of him had all lost their combat effectiveness. Except for one man who had his arm hit by grenade shrapnel, blood covering his right arm and chest, he lay against the gully edge, looking up at Gao Yuan with terror on his face.

In the trench were six machine guns—no wonder they seemed endless—and the enemy’s suppressive firepower was always so fierce. There was also a remote detonator, along with two RPG7s that had been reloaded, including both the dead and the incapacitated, they totaled fifteen people.

One had to figure out what was going on, right?

Actually, it was possible to retreat now, but Gao Yuan didn’t want to fight such an absurd battle; curiosity got the best of him, and it was quite serious. So, he decided to take a live prisoner back with him.

Gao Yuan jumped into the gully. As the injured enemy started screaming in panic, Gao Yuan checked that the man had neither a pistol nor hand grenades before grabbing the man’s clothes, hoisting him onto his shoulder, and running back in the direction from which he had come.

Gao Yuan quickly caught up to Li Jingang. As Li Jingang was running forward, he looked at Gao Yuan with a complex expression and whispered, "Didn’t forget to bring a tongue back, huh? Well, getting things clear would be good..."