The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 266 - 260: Burning the Camps_2

Chapter 266: Chapter 260: Burning the Camps_2

Scoundrels are just like that, a flabby big guy with an exterior of false strength, always clenching his fists, provoking the muscular neighbor. The neighbor stays quiet, and that fat bastard starts to think he really is something, so he becomes louder and more insulting in his provocations.

Then one day, when the neighbor clenches his fist, ready to genuinely fight and steps out the door, the seemingly strong but actually weak fatso begins to feel fear. But by the time the neighbor’s fist actually lands on his face, the fat guy immediately cowers.

Because at that moment, talking tough genuinely means taking a beating, and it might even get you killed.

It’s not that Gao Yuan had some sort of magic, but the banner of Da Hong Third Company did.

When the familiar banner appeared again, when the familiar battle cries rang out again, Indian’s instinct was not to go forward and fight desperately to redeem his previous shame, but rather, the sight of that banner evoked the most horrific memories in his heart.

The chaos began with the Sanitation Worker-controlled Indian senior officers, not the soldiers.

Gao Yuan lifted the banner high, then he said to the few people below, "Fire!"

Li Jingang leapt out from behind the corner, his AK47 blazing as he started spraying bullets into the alley, followed by Yu Shunzhou and Nie Erlong.

Just three men, within the time it took to empty a magazine, the soldiers providing cover behind them fell one by one. The orderly retreating troops immediately plunged into total disarray.

"Hand grenades!"

Gao Yuan shouted again, and Panxin, holding a sniper rifle, quickly threw a bag of grenades toward Gao Yuan.

Hand grenades are heavy, and don’t go far when thrown in a bag. Gao Yuan caught the bag in mid-air, one hand holding the banner, the other grabbing the hand grenades. He then stood next to Panxin, stretching out the banner, and said, "You hold this!"

Gao Yuan charged into the alley, then stood still and threw all the hand grenades in the bag one by one.

Pansin slung the rifle over his shoulder; he only had a sniper rifle, but now used no weapon at all, just holding the banner high as he charged alongside Li Jingang.

Gao Yuan threw out ten hand grenades in one breath, not keeping a single one, now what was needed was overwhelming firepower, to stun the enemy, completely stun them.

Liu Chunxiao rushed forward, and after Gao Yuan finished throwing the hand grenades, he charged as well.

The alley was narrow and crooked, but there were still living enemy soldiers ahead. If they just calmed down, aimed, and shot carefully, someone on Gao Yuan’s side was bound to get hit. But with the enemy, hundreds of men squeezed into the alley and running forward, no one talked about staying behind to hold off the pursuers.

"Disrupt them! Break them!"

Gao Yuan reached the front again, and finally, the first junction of the alley appeared. Li Jingang ran out, and a stream of bullets hit right behind him.

"Hand grenade..."

"No need!"

Li Jingang called for hand grenades, ready to charge forward into the alley where enemies were fleeing, but from the side alleys, others were firing.

Not all of the enemy could see the red flag.

The one saying no need for hand grenades was Liu Chunxiao.

Driven into a corner, he first extended the flamethrower, then Liu Chunxiao pulled the trigger.

A burst of flames enveloped the entire alley, followed by chillingly miserable screams.

Liu Chunxiao turned back, toward the right corner. He extended the flamethrower again and pulled the trigger.

This time, there were not many screams.

"Go!"

It was night combat, chaotic combat, and close-quarters combat, crowded with personnel, confined in space—this was the battlefield where the Flamethrower reigned supreme.

"Cover me!"

Liu Chunxiao shouted, and then he roared, "Kill them!"

"Kill!"

Gao Yuan and the others shouted as they charged alongside Liu Chunxiao.

Several people, engulfed in flames, were writhing, and two had already collapsed to the ground. In the alley on the other side was Indian, turning his head to flee—the alley that should have been easily sealed off with firepower had just been breached in one fell swoop.

Liu Chunxiao did not act like a flamethrower soldier; he was like a tank.

Carrying the heavy flamethrower, Liu Chunxiao ran at the forefront.

Moreover, Liu Chunxiao was running faster and faster, with Panxin holding the flag beside him, and Li Jingang and others with guns providing cover beside Liu Chunxiao.

Once again seeing the fleeing backs of the enemy, Li Jingang and his men immediately began to shoot, yet at this moment, Gao Yuan suddenly said, "This is too slow!"

Gao Yuan grabbed Liu Chunxiao and urgently said, "You guys chase, the two of us will take a shortcut to cut them off!"

While everyone was puzzled, Gao Yuan lifted Liu Chunxiao onto his shoulder, then let out a loud roar and, carrying Liu Chunxiao, started sprinting to the side.

"This..."

Now was the time for fierce battle, no time for distractions or idle thoughts, yet Gao Yuan’s actions left Panxin and the others collectively petrified.

"Shoot! Keep shooting! Don’t let the enemy come to their senses!"

With a loud shout from Li Jingang, the few who had become distracted immediately resumed their pursuit.

Gao Yuan, carrying Liu Chunxiao, did not feel weighed down, only slightly encumbered. However, Liu Chunxiao was being shaken so much that he felt dizzy. Then he felt a lightness in his body and, caught in his confusion, he saw that he was flying.

With a gentle jolt, Liu Chunxiao, facing downward, saw rooftops quickly receding behind him, followed by another leap.

Liu Chunxiao simply closed his eyes; otherwise, he would have gotten motion sick—no, more accurately, people sick.

He just felt light, then jolted, light, then jolted, all while the whistling of wind sounded in his ears. Liu Chunxiao did not know how fast he was going, nor how far he had been carried. All he knew was the position felt rather embarrassing.

But damn, the speed was truly fast.

"Get ready to shoot!"

Liu Chunxiao opened his eyes. He was still being carried head down, face towards the ground, but as his body lightened again, Liu Chunxiao saw a dense crowd of people beneath him.

As if possessed by a ghost or a god, Liu Chunxiao did not wait to hit the ground before he pulled the trigger, and a column of fire sprayed downward from the air, eliciting shrieks from the ground.

The pillar of fire tilted in the air, tracing an arc as it grazed over the crowd’s heads.

It was just so coincidental, only coincidental, that the fire, neither too far nor too close, landed right on top of a group populated by Sanitation Workers.

Among anguished screams sounding like ghosts and howling wolves, Liu Chunxiao felt another jolt, and then his feet finally touched the ground.

Gao Yuan sidestepped, and Liu Chunxiao, head spinning, pulled the trigger and swept the area with fire.

The recoil from a flamethrower is very strong and continuous. However, the bursts from Liu Chunxiao’s flamethrower were short, so he could keep it under control.

Spraying once and then again, Liu Chunxiao released a swath of flames horizontally.

Those covered in flames, flailing about, were still staggering forward, but it was all due to momentum—the person closest to Liu Chunxiao collapsed three meters in front of him.

It was as if it were hell on earth, with Liu Chunxiao facing a group of moving torches.

Using all the strength in his body, Liu Chunxiao yelled, "Surrender and you won’t be killed!"