The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 270 - 264: Goal Achieved

Chapter 270: Chapter 264: Goal Achieved

If a person runs the 100 meters in twelve seconds, they can’t participate in any major sports events, but if they can break eleven seconds, they’ll qualify for many major competitions.

If they can break ten seconds, they won’t just be able to compete, they’ll easily win championships in both big and small events.

If they can break nine seconds, that’s not just about winning championships anymore, it’s about writing a significant Chapter in the history of human sports, and they might very well be unparalleled, a legend without precedent or successor.

Just a two-second difference in the 100-meter speed can distinguish an ordinary person from the cream of humanity, but what about Gao Yuan?

The advantage in speed brings Gao Yuan not only an edge in combat but an all-around advantage, something others can’t even hope to imitate, much less catch up to.

Panxin and Li Jingang could train for a lifetime and still would never achieve the advantage of running 100 meters in ten seconds; they are soldiers, not sprinters, but Gao Yuan can run for several kilometers at a speed of 4-5 seconds per 100 meters up the steep mountain walls as if it were a piece of cake, even when carrying a heavy load.

This is the gap, the capital with which Gao Yuan can create miracles.

Traversing the mountainside can avoid the enemy’s sight, especially the thermal imaging view from tanks, allowing Gao Yuan to approach the tanks without being detected by anyone.

Gao Yuan stopped on the mountainside, he first pulled the pins from three grenades, from his position, he could see three tanks below and around the corner were two armored vehicles, which was much fewer than he had expected.

Having the ability to run fast, possess great strength, and to throw grenades quickly, far, and damn accurately, isn’t that infuriating?

Gao Yuan stood on a slightly protruding rock on the mountainside; the tanks were about forty or fifty meters below him, with an altitude difference of nearly thirty meters.

Then Gao Yuan tossed the grenades one by one into the open hatches of the tanks.

As for the armored vehicles, their hatches were open as well.

This wasn’t something specific to the Indian forces; tankers or armored troops around the world usually leave the hatches open when not in combat, stationed at their own bases, and about to but not yet having set off.

He took out two more grenades, pulled the pins, and threw them into the armored vehicles.

Then it was a matter of waiting, fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long, just about three seconds, before the first grenade exploded, followed by two grenades exploding together, and then two more grenades exploding one after the other.

The sound of the grenade explosions wasn’t very loud, especially since they exploded inside the tank hatches, making the noise even fainter from a distance.

But the sudden explosion still left everyone stunned for a moment before reacting.

Behind the armored vehicles, there were about a hundred people in a loose formation, with officers shouting commands; the Indian forces were assembling their infantry, looking like they intended to accompany the tanks to their command post to check things out.

It has to be said that the Indian forces were quite cautious, knowing to let infantry accompany the tanks, but what Gao Yuan couldn’t understand was why they were still calmly assembling here when their command post was under heavy fire. Shouldn’t they be dispatching the fastest vehicle to investigate at this time?

Gao Yuan had hoped for a sympathetic detonation, but he was disappointed because the T90S tanks were quite decent, and the power of the hand grenades was too weak to cause a sympathetic detonation of the ammunition inside the tanks.

But that was enough, at least the crew inside the tanks were definitely dead, and the equipment also damaged. Even if the grenades’ power was small, they were still grenades, not firecrackers; in the narrow space of a tank turret, if the people didn’t die from the explosion, there would be no justice.

Five grenades might not be enough to destroy five tanks or armored vehicles, but they certainly made them instantly lose their combat capabilities, which was probably the most impressive feat ever achieved with hand grenades.

Gao Yuan threw grenades into the crowd from the cliffside, one after another, tossing five in one breath; he had to bring down several dozen of the hundred or so people. Then, with some regret, he threw the remaining ten grenades as far away as he could.

Spread over a wide area, the explosions were distant and rapid, so the blast sounds were almost simultaneous.

Gao Yuan might be the only one capable of creating such an extensive series of explosions at once with the most basic weaponry, grenades, all on his own.

Immediately, a horrific chorus of wails and howls began.

Gao Yuan had used up his twenty grenades, but that was alright, he had more.

Since grenades were Gao Yuan’s primary weapon, how could Panxin and Li Jingang not provide him with an ample supply? Although Gao Yuan was not sensitive to weight, the straps of the shoulder bag were.

An M67 grenade weighs 400 grams, and twenty was eight kilograms. This weight wasn’t much for the straps to handle, but Gao Yuan didn’t casually stroll with the bag in hand while tossing grenades.

Gao Yuan had to perform complex tactical maneuvers, particularly rapid back and forth sprints, so if there were too many grenades in the bag, the weight might cause the straps to break from inertia.

As for why he used a shoulder bag instead of a backpack, that’s because the shoulder bag was conveniently at hand for Gao Yuan, whereas a backpack could bear more weight, the problem was Gao Yuan couldn’t reach behind him to grab grenades as he didn’t have arms that long.

So, the backpack was for when he had a vehicle, and now, Gao Yuan had a backpack with forty grenades in it.

Once he had used up the grenades in the shoulder bag, Gao Yuan took the backpack.

He unzipped it, took out an RGO grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it; he threw grenade after grenade, and in a short while, he had tossed another twenty out.

The furthest one flew about seven or eight hundred meters, some exploded in midair because the delay fuse set off the grenades before they even landed.

Now the goal wasn’t to inflict casualties, but to harass, to intimidate the enemy.

The sounds of explosions became a cacophony, and though they weren’t as earth-shattering as the 155mm artillery shells, they were dense and covered a wide area nonetheless.

It was like a whip had been cracked over a lazy flock of sheep, and in an instant, the entire encampment was thrown into turmoil.

Throughout, not a single shot had been fired towards the heights where Gao Yuan was located; indeed, no one had even glanced in his direction.

The sound of mortar fire could still be heard, but grenades could be thrown in utter silence, which made them the perfect weapon for Gao Yuan.

Gao Yuan also adored grenades, which seemed tailor-made for him.

Below, the tanks and armored vehicles remained still, but the disoriented soldiers began to move forward, some running behind tanks and randomly firing towards the road, others trying to drag their wounded comrades away, and still others running to the sides in search of cover.

The enemy wasn’t in total disarray yet, which wouldn’t do, so Gao Yuan hesitated for a moment before lobbing two more grenades down.

He aimed for the most densely packed area, where the grenades bounced twice upon landing. The soldiers realized something had landed nearby, but before they could locate the grenades or run away, they exploded.

At this point, you really couldn’t blame the Indian soldiers for being ineffective; if there was any fault, it lay with Gao Yuan’s unconventional methods of combat.

Normal people couldn’t do it, and naturally, they wouldn’t think of it either.

The fact that he couldn’t understand the content of the enemy’s shouts and cries was somewhat regrettable, as it prevented him from discerning the enemy’s response tactics.

Finally, the enemies at the forefront turned their heads and began to run back.

Once they started running, that was good enough. Gao Yuan whispered into the walkie-talkie, "That’s enough, open fire!"

Panxin and Li Jingang, driving down in their vehicle, took a turn and then began to rake the area with machine-gun fire from their jeep.

They fired off a belt of a hundred rounds, not aiming to cause casualties but to scare the enemy, so Li Jingang fired in bursts, eventually losing track of where the bullets went. But that didn’t matter as long as the gunfire was dense.

Tracer bullets revealed Li Jingang’s position, but the red streaks of fire pouring down from above clearly conveyed one thing—there were enemies approaching from the rear.

Some were organizing a counterattack, but Li Jingang had already reloaded, and while Panxin drove with one hand, he fired his rifle blindly with the other, as Li Jingang aimed the bullets towards the enemy’s location as best as he could from the vehicle.

Aiming for precision with a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun while driving was basically impossible, especially at a distance of over a kilometer.

But it was enough to create the illusion of enemies rapidly approaching.

Frankly, in a large encampment of thousands, watching the opposite side with people and vehicles coming towards them with guns blaring, would any enemy of sound mind think there were only two people attacking? Would he dare think so?

So the battle was chaotic from the start, and the enemy broke ranks at the first charge.

"Keep pushing forward, the enemy has no capacity to threaten you, keep going, stop when you reach the tanks!" Gao Yuan continued to command through the walkie-talkie, as he watched the situation clearly from his side, knowing the enemy’s location meant he knew whether they could pose a threat to Panxin and the others.

Besides, if there was a real threat, Gao Yuan could easily resolve it with a grenade.

The distance of one kilometer was covered in a moment with the speeding vehicle.

When Panxin stopped the car, they both jumped off and, passing the tanks that had never moved, continued to rush forward. It was then that Li Jingang blew his toy horn.

Beep beep, beep beep beep.

The toy horn couldn’t produce any complex changes, but the sound, ominous to the enemy, was enough.

Indeed, the enemy immediately began to scatter.

Gao Yuan urged through the walkie-talkie, "No threats ahead, keep moving forward."

Panxin and Li Jingang turned around the rocky point, and when they got to the front of the armored vehicles, Panxin didn’t hesitate to jump onto the rear vehicle. After peering inside, he immediately said, "Try it, see if it works!"

A moment later, Gao Yuan watched as the turret of the BMP2 began to turn, followed by the 30mm autocannon spitting out flames.

The people were gone, but their cannon remained, a stroke of grave misfortune for the enemy.

Li Jingang stood by the armored vehicle, continuing to blow his horn, while Gao Yuan ran down from the cliff, reaching the road and then shouldering his rifle to shoot.

He fired a short burst, then ran an unbelievable ten-plus meters before firing again, then moved and fired repetitively.

From a distance, it looked as though more than a dozen people were continuously firing.

Thus, the enemy was completely thrown into chaos, and the sporadic attempts at resistance quickly faded. As far as Gao Yuan could see, everyone was turning their heads to run.