The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 555 - 548: The Simple Truth

Chapter 555: Chapter 548: The Simple Truth

"Nemesis calling, Nemesis calling... What the hell is this piece of crap!"

Lacking sufficient and complete military education, Gao Yuan didn’t recall the term "electronic jamming" at first.

In Gao Yuan’s understanding, electronic jamming was the electromagnetic pulse released by the Serpent People, which, despite its great power, was a one-time release. As long as one took proper precautions, it would be harmless afterward.

A magnetic storm could destroy any unprotected electronic devices, but right now, Gao Yuan’s night-vision goggles were functioning fine, yet his electric detonator had suddenly failed. Therefore, he concluded that the electric detonator was broken.

And the sudden burst of static in his walkie-talkie still didn’t remind him of the term "electronic jamming."

Because the term "electronic warfare" seemed to have become a thing of history.

However, after cursing twice, Gao Yuan instinctively felt something was off.

So he looked up.

He looked up because the most significant threat at the moment came from the Serpent People, and they were in the sky, so naturally, if Gao Yuan wanted to look, he had to look up at the sky.

After a series of logical events, Gao Yuan looked up at the sky, and then he saw a bright spot appear in the air coming from the direction of the refinery, diagonally above him.

The consequence of the body reacting faster than the brain is as follows: Gao Yuan’s eyes saw the bright spot, and while his brain was still analyzing what it was, his legs had already curled and jumped, and then he ran to a spot fifty meters away at the limit of his speed.

It wasn’t until the first shell exploded on the ground where he had just stood that Gao Yuan, startled by the explosion, was still pondering what the brief flash in the sky signified.

With a thunderous boom behind him, Gao Yuan felt like he had been pushed from the back. Ah, it was the blast wave from the explosion, but it wasn’t very strong.

Because from the moment Gao Yuan saw the flash of light to the moment it hit the ground and exploded, he had already gotten over fifty meters away.

Even though there were four consecutive explosions behind him, with the closest one being less than thirty meters from Gao Yuan, he was still beyond thirty meters away in the end.

If Ram were here, he would scream at the top of his lungs, "Rocket!", but the problem was that Gao Yuan was not like Ram. Particularly with regard to aerial strikes, Gao Yuan was utterly inexperienced when it came to human internal conflicts.

Gao Yuan ran straight for a hundred meters, and then, without a second thought, his body made a sharp turn, changing direction.

It was this brainless, no, it was the change of direction drilled into him by Xiang Weiguo with a stick that saved his life.

A series of shells fell to the ground along the path Gao Yuan had just run, scattering but still forming a straight line that passed behind him, exploding and sending sparks flying all over.

By this time, Gao Yuan finally realized that he was being targeted by an aerial attack!

He had been targeted and shot at by an aircraft’s cannon!

Then the question arose.

Where did the plane come from?

At normal human speed, it’s impossible, absolutely impossible, to dodge fire from an aimed cannon because that’s an area attack. Human speed isn’t fast enough to get out of the covering range of the shells in time.

Even if these shells were only 30mm in caliber, they were fired by a GAU-8 cannon, the GAU-8 that can shoot 65 rounds per second!

A tap of a finger could mean dozens of rounds, and Gao Yuan had managed to run out under such intense fire.

After that, Gao Yuan heard the roar of something swooshing through the sky.

Gao Yuan lifted his head and glanced up, seeing a plane fly past him in the sky in front of him.

Still confused, Gao Yuan knew he had been attacked by the plane and that he was in big trouble, but he had no clue where the plane had come from.

The key point was that if anyone dared to say they could react within those short two seconds to what had happened, then the restless spirits who had died under the A-10 attack aircraft should haunt his dreams.

Tens of thousands had died under the A-10 Warthog attack aircraft, and at least ninety percent of them had perished unsuspectingly or, having known they were targeted by the A-10, died in helplessness and despair.

Gao Yuan was still bewildered, but he certainly wasn’t going to stand still; on the contrary, he would run even faster.

Discarding everything he could except for the detonator in his hands, Gao Yuan turned again and began to run at a speed he didn’t know he was capable of reaching.

Then the sky lit up with red flashes again, continuous ones, but Gao Yuan couldn’t see them because he had to watch where he was going to avoid colliding with obstacles that might kill him.

Indeed, Gao Yuan was running as fast as a speeding car; if he hit a wall, he would smash himself into a meat pie.

Absolute speed and power don’t mean invincible body strength, and even though Gao Yuan’s body might have been as strong as steel, it still had to obey the laws of physics.

Gao Yuan instinctively headed towards the area he was more familiar with, which was the oil refinery he had just left.

Imagine, driving a car at an unknown speed that’s definitely over 80 kilometers per hour, would you charge towards a place full of obstacles or run towards the open storage area of oil tanks?

Gao Yuan’s speed had rendered the attack aircraft’s pilot unable to shoot calmly or make advanced predictive shots, because, although not fast, the attack aircraft could only fly in straight lines.

But this time, the second pilot to open fire did a good job.

A two-plane formation, with the wingman firing first. If the wingman misses, the lead plane fires to compensate. This tactic is quite common in attack aircraft formations.

Why was he the lead plane? Because his skills were better.

Upon realizing that the target was moving extremely fast and changing directions just as quickly, the lead pilot unusually unleashed a very long burst of continuous fire.

The Warthog’s maximum ammunition capacity is 1,150 rounds, and the rate of fire is 3,900 rounds per minute.

The lead pilot fired all his ammunition in one go, all his rockets as well, and at a distance of three to four thousand meters from the target, he expended all his ammo at the maximum rate, seeking the largest possible kill coverage area.

The lead pilot was successful, his method worked.

Gao Yuan was still at the edge of the area covered by the gunfire, but something bit his leg, causing his right leg to buckle, nearly falling to the ground, and then he felt his back, his arms, as if searing hot iron rods had been stabbed into them.

It didn’t hurt at first—he just felt a burn, then numbness, followed by a slight prickling sensation which began to intensify rapidly.

Gao Yuan’s speed inevitably slowed down, but after the dense and noisy explosions, there was a sudden return to silence, until once again a huge roar passed thunderously over Gao Yuan’s head.

Finally reaching the vicinity of the storage tanks, Gao Yuan realized how foolish he had been because if the enemy fired at the storage tanks, he would be reduced to charred remains, or perhaps not even that.

However, Gao Yuan then heard another rumbling of the aircraft passing by, but this time, the plane didn’t fire at him.

Gao Yuan might have lacked experience in war, but he wasn’t stupid. At that moment, his befuddled brain finally started working, and he quickly concluded that the enemy didn’t dare attack him because he was right beneath the storage tanks.

Gao Yuan understood a simple truth, a basic principle of the battlefield: anything the enemy is unwilling or afraid to do, he must do!