The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 281 - 275

Chapter 281: 275

On the battlefield, don’t salute your commander unless you want to get him killed.

And now, a bunch of people were surrounding a few individuals like stars circling the moon; those few must hold very important identities.

They might not be commanders, but they are definitely high-value targets. Not to take the shot would be a sin.

No sniper could reach them here, but Gao Yuan wasn’t constrained by distance or elevation, so Gao Yuan came.

Gao Yuan began to dive down the mountain. In the darkness, no one noticed someone descending from a side of the mountain that was impossible to climb.

There might have been some noise, but that was okay. In this army, severely lacking in night-vision equipment, sounds did not pose much of a threat to Gao Yuan.

The distance was rapidly closing in. By now, some might have noticed the abnormal whistle of the wind, but in darkness, the biggest problem was that hearing sounds alone did not allow for accurate judgment.

The gap was still closing quickly, and as the distance narrowed, Gao Yuan’s vision cleared.

It was definitely a big fish, but as he drew closer, Gao Yuan realized four people were aiming their guns at him.

This was a novel sensation, for the enemy reacted swiftly, accurately, and they opened fire at him directly.

At approximately close to three hundred meters, four men fired their rifles at Gao Yuan, who was running at high speed.

A straight and rapid advance wouldn’t escape the fire block of four rifles, unless Gao Yuan could slow down and then zigzag to avoid the enemy’s shooting.

Gao Yuan abruptly slowed down, his body and joints capable of withstanding the impact of sharp changes in direction, but his shoes couldn’t.

A sharp pain shot through his toes, and then Gao Yuan’s body was nearly plastered to the ground, his right hand propping him up, as bullets grazed over his face while he nearly fell backwards.

The drastic reduction in speed saved Gao Yuan, sparing him from the bullets, but when all four men simultaneously raised their guns and fired at him without hesitation, Gao Yuan completed the entire process of slowing down and hitting the deck in an instant, for he knew that if they could fire at him moving at high speed, they could certainly take his life.

The Kevlar-made shoes had finally given in. Since the deployment, having withstood Gao Yuan’s numerous powerful impacts, the Kevlar uppers had not torn, and the highly wear-resistant rubber soles hadn’t either, but the thick thread that held the upper and sole together had finally snapped.

Gao Yuan’s feet burst free from the confines of his shoes; his shoes were finally destroyed.

Gao Yuan lay on the ground, then immediately rolled over, crawled quickly for a bit, and then suddenly stood up and sprinted away.

And those who had been clustered together like stars holding the moon began to scatter.

This wouldn’t do; they couldn’t be allowed to escape.

Gao Yuan had intended to get closer before throwing grenades, but the current situation didn’t allow him to choose anymore.

If it’s time to throw, just throw them; after all, it was inevitable. Grenades began flying out one by one from Gao Yuan’s hands as he ran.

The enemy tried to run, but they didn’t have much of a chance. The grenades Gao Yuan threw exploded mid-air, one after another, forming an irregular circle.

About thirty people let out terrified screams, then they began to fall to the ground, and Gao Yuan wasn’t done attacking yet. He first broadly bombed the area with grenades and then used them to hit specific targets one by one.

In many battles, Gao Yuan could not feel the so-called thrill, including this time.

When a job becomes simple repetition, it loses its fun. While fighting cannot be considered fun, it made Gao Yuan lose the reverence he should have for combat.

It was too simple; how could it possibly inspire awe?

Gao Yuan’s shoes hung off his heels, severely hindering his movements, but he still ran barefoot to the central position he had just bombarded. Then he saw several people in military uniforms and others in casual clothes all lying there.

They were not all dead yet, and Gao Yuan did not have the capability to capture them alive, so he had to throw a few more grenades.

When the smoke from the explosions had cleared again, no one could move anymore.

Gao Yuan ran to the side of a man he had killed, the first person who had noticed him and decisively shot at him.

Sure enough, the shooter was clad in tactical gear, not the Indian military uniform. He was wearing a night vision device with a faint glow, and the rifle in his hand was an HK416, with a Kevlar vest over his tactical gear.

But the grenades that Gao Yuan threw exploded in their faces, so a Kevlar vest was of no protective use.

Gao Yuan stopped and looked around, particularly at the people he had killed. Afterward, he was sure he had not destroyed the enemy’s command center but had definitely taken out someone more important than a commander.

Unfortunately, without equally capable companions, Gao Yuan had no choice but to kill the enemy rather than to capture them alive. After all, a high-ranking officer captured alive is much more valuable than one killed in action.

Gao Yuan picked up a rifle from the ground, an HK416. The red dot sight was damaged, but the rifle itself seemed intact.

Since he had chosen to kill rather than to capture these clearly important figures, he naturally had to ensure they were dead.

Gao Yuan walked over to an officer who was lying down and still twitching, aimed the gun at the officer’s head, and then, turning his head away, pulled the trigger.

This was a coup de grâce, but watching someone’s head explode was a visual shock that still made Gao Yuan feel uncomfortable.

So he just looked away, but he still had to make sure to finish the job.

Using the rifle, he individually gave each person one more shot, whether they could move or not.

More and more people were now running towards the area, but no one shot. After all, who would dare to fire at their own leaders’ location before confirming their leaders were killed?

Gao Yuan finished the follow-up shots, and by that time, the closest enemy was only thirty to fifty meters away.

What to do next?

Gao Yuan thought carefully and then silently ran to one side. Even if he brushed past someone at just a few meters away, he did not make any attacks.

It was pointless to fight small fry; it was time to move on to another important target.

Avoiding the densest crowd, Gao Yuan sat down on the ground and took out a pair of shoes from his backpack. Then he pulled off the two pairs of shoes already hanging on his calves. He was about to throw them away, but in the end, he stuffed the broken shoes back into the backpack.

For Gao Yuan, specially made shoes held extreme importance. Others might fight with weapons and ammunition, but for Gao Yuan, shoes were just as critical as ammunition.