The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 472 - 465: The Onslaught of Satan

Chapter 472: Chapter 465: The Onslaught of Satan

The first to open fire were two sniper rifles, two large-caliber sniper rifles, one was Rabbit’s M82A1 Barrett, and the other was the Alexander No. 1 rifle used by Crow, firing .338 Lapua Magnum cartridges.

The two snipers scored hits with their first shots, which meant instant death for the enemy’s two anti-aircraft gun operators.

And at this time, the mortar that Worker Bee was handling finally roared into action.

The rate of fire from the mortar was somewhat fast, but what surprised Gao Yuan even more was Worker Bee’s method of firing the mortar, stabilizing the barrel with his left hand and rapidly loading with the right, quickly lowering the muzzle after each shot before loading again.

What shocked Gao Yuan was that the four shells landed almost simultaneously, as Worker Bee, with his hand on the barrel, replicated the simultaneous impact of multiple rounds that normally only a vehicle-mounted automatic mortar could achieve.

By using different trajectories and velocities, the four mortar shells were fired in succession but landed at the same time in a very small target area—Worker Bee’s skill was truly godlike.

Where in the world did Satan find such a celestial gunner?

A zu23-2 anti-aircraft gun, plus two heavy machine guns, plus about a dozen infantry would make a position that is a nightmare for an infantry charge. Taking down such a position would require artillery bombardment or at least a platoon, with significant casualties to boot. The idea of a dozen people taking it down was nothing but a dream.

Yet Worker Bee alone, with one mortar and four rounds, managed to resolve it, which seemed utterly unreasonable.

But the battle was far from over, and the unreasonable things were not yet finished.

As soon as Satan’s side opened fire, the enemy knew their intentions had been revealed, and of course, they immediately returned fire. Moreover, the enemy was in a superior position, essentially flanking Satan’s forces from three directions, primarily from the center-left.

The enemy had mortars, anti-aircraft guns firing directly, and heavy-caliber machine guns. Logically, judging by any normal wartime standard from anywhere in the world, the enemy should have been invincible. But Satan’s band was decidedly unreasonable.

"Fire!"

Wild Duck yelled, and then his rocket launcher fired, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—four rockets went off, and the enemy’s position on the far right was immediately engulfed in flames.

This was sheer madness.

The rocket launcher that several people had struggled to bring along was loaded with incendiary rounds—nothing but incendiary rounds! The Type 30 107mm rocket launcher, one of the three divine artifacts of guerrilla warfare, now had specialized incendiary rounds.

Phosphorus-Aluminum Incendiary Shells, four of them, turned an area of about two hundred square meters into a fiery hell. Unfortunately for them, the blaze enveloped most of the enemy position.

The fire was devilishly accurate and brutally effective.

The enemy’s counterattack peaked and then immediately ceased. Two positions were breached in less than a minute, with most of the enemy’s guns and mortars not even having a chance to fire.

Rabbit, Crow, and Gao Yang, the three of them continuously fired at the enemy’s central position, and the counterattack coming from that position rapidly ceased. Any powerful, threatening weapon operators were being killed, one after another, at such a rapid pace that it overwhelmed Gao Yuan’s senses.

But please, the enemies in the center were eight hundred meters away. Even with sniper rifles, such speed seemed quite illogical.

Was there any reason left in this world? Were there any reliable formulas to believe in?

Gao Yuan had seen a lot of the world and had come through rivers of blood, but now he was bewildered.

To date, four mortar rounds had been fired, four rockets launched, the three sniper rifles had been continuously firing but only about twenty shots in total, and then the gunfire ceased because the remaining enemies were either dead or hiding, and those sheltering behind cover were certainly out of reach for the sniper rifles.

Besides, not a single rifle round had been wasted, meaning no one but the three snipers had even fired a shot.

Finally, Big Dog opened fire, his machine gun finally roared, and at that moment, Gao Yuan felt as though the world had finally regained some sense of normalcy.

Please, if the machine gunner isn’t providing suppressive fire, what is he supposed to be doing?

But Gao Yuan immediately noticed that Big Dog wasn’t enforcing fire suppression; instead, he was using the machine gun to burst fire at short intervals, targeting those enemies who were fleeing the burning positions.

Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat, the rhythmic but irregular short bursts continued to sound off, and then Gao Yuan saw both the burning and unscathed enemies quickly falling one by one.

First scorched by rocket incendiary shells, then mowed down by targeted machine gun fire—such warfare was utterly ruthless.

The key point was that it was going too smoothly, too easily, too much at one’s whim. If wars could be fought like this, what would be the need for nuclear bombs?

Gao Yang ceased fire, and then he suddenly shouted loud, "Assault team! Charge!"

So the assault team, which hadn’t had much to do until now, finally switched from lying prone to a bent-over charge.

When the infantry launched their charge, it meant they were determined to end the battle—one side must eliminate the other or be eliminated themselves.

This was also the moment when the enemy machine guns could have made a difference. Although one of their positions had been bombarded by mortar airbursts, some men had survived. If even one of them could crawl up, operate a machine gun, or an Anti-Aircraft Gun, and give the charging assault team a blast, the losses would be huge.

But the enemies had no such chance—not that they didn’t have the chance to fire, but they had no chance to fire effectively. Managing to spray bullets blindly from behind their secret bunkers didn’t count; though that meant they wouldn’t get sniped, they couldn’t hit their targets either.

Normally, shouldn’t it be the support team providing cover while the assault team charges?

While Gao Yuan was puzzling over this, he heard Gao Yang shout loudly, "Support team, cover!"

After the call, Gao Yuan leaped to his feet and joined the assault team, completely disregarding the reality that enemies were still alive in the position at their three o’clock on the left.

This was too fantastical.

Rabbit and Crow turned their gun barrels and began to fire in succession.

"Reload!"

Rabbit shouted, and Crow began shooting. After a brief pause, Rabbit shouted again, "Reloading complete!"

"Reload!"

This time it was Crow who called out. The couple coordinated seamlessly, covering with two sniper rifles—the pair were truly divine.

Then at that moment, Gao Yuan heard a loud shout.

"Charge! Charge!"

Gao Yang was shouting excitedly, clearly amped up.

Then Gao Yang said over the radio, "Quickly eliminate the remnants, support team follow up, technical team as well, don’t stray too far from me in case I can’t cover you."

As Gao Yuan was getting up, he almost went limp and fell back to the ground.

A sniper who charged with the assault team saying not to stray too far from him lest he couldn’t cover others.

The world had indeed started to collapse; there was no sense to it, no, there was no truth at all.

And then, at that moment, Turtle, who had fitted a fake leg, suddenly bellowed, "Satan assault, Ura! Ura! Ura..."

Gao Yuan was stunned, and then he made a decision. Let all sneaky attacks, all sudden assaults, all the rules of the battlefield, all the logic of warfare, everything familiar to him be damned. It was Satan who was in the charge now.