The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 279 - 273: A Way That Is Not a Way

Chapter 279: Chapter 273: A Way That Is Not a Way

No matter what, the battle was inevitable, so Pakistan naturally would fully cooperate with Gao Yuan.

In front of someone who had already created miracles, there were naturally fewer doubts and less resistance.

Pakistan began selecting elite personnel to form an assault team, while Panxin and the others were preparing for the intense battle that would come at night. Gao Yuan, however, was eating.

Ever since he arrived in Gilgit, Gao Yuan had actually been in a state of insufficient energy—he wasn’t hungry, but the calories he was ingesting weren’t enough.

"Man is iron, food is steel," this saying truly belongs to the truth.

Gao Yuan’s superhuman physique also required a superhuman amount of food to satisfy his body’s needs, but the food in Gilgit could only offer flour, which was not sufficient for Gao Yuan’s needs.

The most substantial food was energy bars or compressed biscuits. Next in line was meat, preferably red meat like beef and mutton. Even fish and chicken were slightly less effective.

If a person needed to do heavy physical work, eating a pound of meat was definitely more effective than eating a pound of flour.

The compressed biscuits he had brought for the journey were almost finished, leaving only the most basic emergency ration. Energy bars were something Gao Yuan would use in desperate situations—if he had a choice, he would not touch his energy bars.

So now Gao Yuan could only eat pancakes. He didn’t just have an incredibly strong body; he also had a super-efficient digestive system.

Continuously eating a large amount of unappetizing food when not hungry was definitely torture, and it was a very painful kind of torture.

Eating pancakes, and then after being full, it was almost time to go to the toilet. After excreting the waste from the absorbed nutrients, he would eat pancakes again. This was the helplessness of having to use low-calorie food.

Gao Yuan’s only preparation was to eat, nothing else. He did not need to train with Pakistan’s assault team, nor did he need to coordinate with Panxin and his team.

The battle plan was divided into two parts, one of which Gao Yuan would complete by himself. Only after he had done his part would it be time for the others to do theirs.

Since Gao Yuan’s advantage was his superhuman speed, and he was to leverage this advantage, it was natural that no one could keep pace with him.

The speed was too fast, so fast that no one could keep up, so Gao Yuan had no choice but to operate solo. Spark Squad was full of the best of the best, yet no one could really coordinate with Gao Yuan. This was the biggest predicament Gao Yuan currently faced.

Geniuses are always lonely, and so are people who are too exceptional.

The night had already fallen, and Gao Yuan was still eating. The Pakistan assault team had already assembled and began to take advantage of the cover of darkness to move into the starting positions, yet Gao Yuan continued to eat.

As the tanks and armored vehicles reached their attack positions, Gao Yuan was still eating.

Tanks need refueling, Gao Yuan needs to eat; it’s all the same principle.

Panxin was fully armed. He entered Gao Yuan’s room, glanced at the roughly half-meter tall pile of fried pancakes in front of Gao Yuan, and said sympathetically, "You still have to eat?"

Gao Yuan turned to look at Panxin and said, "Personally, I feel that I can go all out for ten minutes right now."

Eat for seven hours, explode in ten minutes.

Panxin thought for a moment and said, "No rush, wait until you feel ready to go. I’ll just give you a brief on the situation. Pakistan has assembled an assault team of four hundred and sixty people. They’ve rallied all their elite forces, divided into six parts. After you create chaos, Pakistan will launch an attack. Once we break through the enemy’s frontline positions, we, along with Pakistan’s assault team, will initiate an attack."

The most elite assault team does not lead the initial attack but enters only after the frontline battlefield has been breached. This may seem illogical, but fortunately, Gao Yuan, after being trained by Xiang Weiguo, knew that such a strategy was quite normal.

Special forces, at any time and place, engage in low-intensity, low-density combat. In other words, all special forces are not suited for high-intensity, high-density battles.

What is a high-intensity battle? It is where both sides engage in artillery duels, tank charges, and infantry exchanges fire from the trenches—this kind of combat falls into the category of high intensity.

Like now, the sanitation workers had built three or four lines of trenches front and back, blocking the entire valley tightly. Sending any special forces head-on against the sanitation worker’s firepower would certainly not end well.

Special forces are still flesh and blood, even if they have more intense training, a wider range of skills, better equipment, and more knowledge. They will be shattered by shells, and they will die if hit by bullets.

Since special forces are also human, unless it’s absolutely necessary, they shouldn’t be doing the work of infantry.

Armored units cover the infantry as they charge, breaking the enemy’s defenses—that’s the infantry’s job. Breaking through the enemy’s defenses and sending small units deep into the enemy’s rear to disrupt their supply lines, target their command posts, and eliminate key enemy targets—that’s what special forces should be doing.

Gao Yuan rolled a pancake into a tube and stuffed it into his mouth, biting down fiercely before he said indistinctly, "My mission hasn’t changed, has it?"

"It hasn’t changed. You will go over the mountains on the south side, bypassing the enemy’s main position, and infiltrate the enemy’s frontline command post. Your main task is to take out the enemy’s command post. As for disrupting the enemy’s logistics supply, that will depend on whether you have the opportunity. The commander has repeatedly reminded me to tell you to ensure your own safety first."

Gao Yuan nodded and murmured, "Got it. Anything else?"

"Nothing else. You’re not very skilled with bombs, and bomb operation is complicated, so just stick with hand grenades. I want to ask if you want to bring a rifle?"

"No guns, they’re a burden. I’ll just take hand grenades. If I need a gun, I’ll grab a couple to use."

Gao Yuan clapped his hands and said, "I’m going to use the bathroom, then I’ll clean up. Anything else?"

Panxin gave a wry smile and said, "You don’t seem to be in the right state. Aren’t you taking it too lightly?"

Gao Yuan exhaled and said, "Can’t help it, I really can’t get nervous. You didn’t mention the hostages just now; don’t I have to rescue them?"

Panxin said very seriously, "Your only task is to disrupt the enemy. Leave matters like rescuing hostages to us. It’s best if we can save the hostages, but if we can’t, there’s nothing we can do about it. Remember, your task is not to rescue hostages; your only task is simply to cause destruction. Don’t get it mixed up."

"I remember, I remember. How many times have you said that?"

"Then why ask about the hostages!"

Regardless of the greasiness on Gao Yuan’s hands, Panxin stepped forward, grabbed both of Gao Yuan’s hands, and said very, very sternly, "We’re sending you into battle because we have no other choice, but please remember, you’re more important than any hostage. You are more important than all the hostages combined!"

Gao Yuan chuckled and said, "Alright, I will certainly take good care of myself. I’d rather the mission fail than take any risks. Is that okay?"