The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 259 - 254: Stubborn

Chapter 259: Chapter 254: Stubborn

Spark Squad was formed from the best of the best, with each member being the toughest person in their field. Yet, the members of Spark Squad were strangers to each other, unfamiliar and unacquainted.

Therefore, Spark Squad still needed to develop the necessary tacit understanding, and now, each person was revealing the side they should show, as well as becoming familiar with aspects of their comrades that were still unknown to others.

A few hundred people were herded together by three individuals, and a group was then selected to pick up scattered weapons under their watch, sorting and stacking them into separate piles.

"This is an AKM, this is an Enfield rifle, this is a TAR21, does a reinforced battalion use three different types of rifles?"

Li Jingang shook his head, then loudly proclaimed in English, "Douse them with gasoline, burn all these guns!"

There were just over ten people, and it was quite tough to guard hundreds of prisoners, but these prisoners were very compliant. They poured a small amount of gasoline on the pile of rifles and set them ablaze, which greatly relaxed the ever-tense Li Jingang.

Cao Zhenjiang and Nie Erlong searched the camp for food. In theory, a camp for eight hundred people should have plenty of food, but after searching for a long time, the short-tempered Cao Zhenjiang once again exploded in anger.

"What the hell is all this! Is this what people eat?"

There were piles of colorful powders, a heap of long-grain white rice, but no vegetables that Cao Zhenjiang desperately wanted, nor the meat he craved. Besides a bunch of choking curry powder, there was nothing, which made Cao Zhenjiang very angry, hopping mad.

Yu Shunzhou, however, stood leaning on his gun next to Zhao Qiang’s corpse.

"Boss Zhao, you know how angry I am?"

Zhao Qiang’s body had already been covered with a green tarpaulin, not out of disregard, but because everyone was just too busy, truly too busy.

"I know you looked down on me, and on Er Long too. You all are formidable characters, and it’s just the two of us who are the new recruits. But I want to tell you, I, Yu Shunzhou, am not a freeloader, I’m not even considered a new recruit. But we are not useless, it’s just you don’t know, you don’t know what we can do."

Yu Shunzhou appeared somewhat agitated, he sighed heavily and then spoke with resignation, "I’ve dreamed of the day when I could show you what I’m capable of, I just wanted you to know that I, Yu Shunzhou, am not just another mouth to feed, I wanted to prove you wrong, but now you’re gone..."

Yu Shunzhou sat down, looking lost, and said, "Do you know that the three of us took down a battalion? At first, I didn’t even know how many people there were, but we defeated a battalion, and then I alone held back hundreds of them, do you know that? I captured them all— a lieutenant colonel, a major, four captains, nine lieutenants, twenty-eight second lieutenants, all by myself. How awesome is that? I just wanted you to see that, but why did you have to die..."

Unable to stop himself from looking at Zhao Qiang’s body again, Yu Shunzhou sighed and whispered, "I was stubborn, I just wanted to let you know I’m not just a filler, not a burden, but now that you’re dead, who am I to prove it to..."

While Yu Shunzhou was talking to himself in front of Zhao Qiang’s body, Gao Yuan and Panxin were intensifying their interrogation of Abina.

"Where is your main force located, point it out!"

Abina was extremely dejected now. He wasn’t injured, but he had lost all energy to even speak.

"It’s just the eight of you, yet you managed to defeat our special border troops and a reinforced battalion, this isn’t fair."

Abina looked like he wanted to cry, he said gloomily, "This isn’t fair! You ambushed us."

Gao Yuan really wanted to just slay the person before him, because he had never seen someone so shameless and foolish.

"You set up an ambush for us. After it was exposed, the three of us defeated your battalion and then captured all of your people. And now you are telling me that we ambushed?"

Panxin’s stomach was about to burst from anger, but he still tried to communicate with the prisoner through words. He stood up and snapped, "You have no shame!"

"We didn’t lose, it’s your dishonorable ambush that caught us off guard, so we didn’t lose."

Panxin could no longer resist the urge to strike, and Gao Yuan had already taken action.

He grabbed Abina and, not wanting to dirty his own hands, tossed him to the ground. Then he took a branch he had taken a while to find and began to beat him mercilessly.

It was a whipping—to vent his anger first and foremost. Since it was impossible to make the opponent see reason, beating him to let off some steam seemed like a good idea.

After a furious bout of whipping, Gao Yuan handed the branch to Panxin and said, "You go ahead and beat him to let off some steam; otherwise, you might harm your health from the anger."

Abina rolled around on the ground, crying out, "You’re abusing a prisoner of war..."

Panxin took the branch and started to thrash Abina mercilessly.

Abina rolled on the ground, crying at the top of his lungs, screaming earth-shatteringly.

"Stop beating me! Stop it! How can you... how can you beat someone like this."

Panxin, infuriated to the point of laughter, put even more strength into his arm, whipping harder.

"It was the same last time; why is it the same this time? We are no longer the Indian Army we used to be; we’re now the Army of Sanitation Workers, but why does this still happen? I can’t accept this..."

Abina started to cry from the beating, then, covering his face with his hands, he shouted loudly, "Stop hitting me. We’ve already lost; can’t you let me have a little advantage in words..."

Panxin stopped, took a deep breath, and said, "Keep being stubborn, why don’t you!"

Abina sobbed, "My heart aches, why is it that when it should be our victory, we always end up losing? We are really strong, but why do we always lose to you? I can’t bear it, I really can’t bear it..."

Gao Yuan said irritably, "Your Mandarin is so good; where did you learn it?"

"I was a student, studying in Shenzhou."

Abina lowered his hands from his face and continued crying, "Why is it always you who win? Why, after you’ve won, can’t you even let us satisfy our vanity?"

Panxin angrily exclaimed, "You won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin! Shut up and answer my questions now."

Gao Yuan interjected, "Even seeing the coffin won’t make them cry; alright, be honest now. Where is your main force, and how many are there?"

Trembling, Abina pointed on the map and said, "Here, sixteen kilometers away from Gilgit. We have surrounded Gilgit for three months now."

Gao Yuan and Panxin exchanged glances; their path forward was blocked, completely sealed off.

"How many of you are there in total? Speak!"

"Over twenty thousand. Two divisions are attacking Gilgit. Our logistics and supplies are stretched thin. If we don’t take Gilgit, we’ll start to starve."

Moving forward meant they would have to attack Gilgit while retreat would mean an alternative detour of thousands of kilometers on a very challenging route.

Gao Yuan pondered for a moment, then whispered to Panxin, "It seems we will have to encounter the enemy’s main force after all."