The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 567 - 560 Real-Time Battlefield Monitoring

Chapter 567: Chapter 560 Real-Time Battlefield Monitoring

The real-time battlefield surveillance system is a great technological achievement that allows commanders to grasp all the progress of the frontlines or operations from the safety of the rear command post in real time.

But in many small-scale special operations, the greatest utility of the battlefield surveillance system is to allow the observers at the rear to applaud promptly.

If it’s a failed operation, however, the act of grasping the frontline situation through the battlefield surveillance system turns into a disaster.

Victorious at the front, cheers at the back; defeated at the front, the back can only issue sighs or roars of anger.

"Commander, we’ve retrieved Pyro-thief, he’s still alive!"

Hearing the call from the front, Thompson felt as if a weight had been lifted from his heart, but immediately after, he doubted there was something wrong with his ears.

"What did you say?"

"Commander, Pyro-thief isn’t dead, he still has a heartbeat, but we haven’t detected any breathing."

He’s burnt to a ghastly state and still not dead?

Thompson had witnessed with his own eyes what Pyro-thief had done, so after a brief moment of shock, he immediately said, "Bring him back."

Thompson was overstepping his bounds, so he turned to Larry with an excited face and said, "Now, I truly believe that Pyro-thief is more important than a refinery. Perhaps... he could bring us unimaginable returns..."

Larry persisted in finishing his sentence because through the camera of the team at the front, he suddenly saw a parachute. Then, through another camera from the front, he watched a man raise a gun, fire, then fire again.

Thompson’s brain crashed, so he blurted out what he had wanted to say without leaving a single word unsaid, although these words were now meaningless.

What happened?

Larry roared crazily, "Kill him, kill them, kill... oh no, Fuck!"

The camera turned towards the sky, motionless, which meant the cameraman had died.

Finally, Thompson asked Larry again with a dumbfounded expression, "What happened? Was that Ram?"

Larry’s mouth twitched slightly, then he murmured, "No, that’s not Ram. If it were Ram, his companions wouldn’t die. It’s not Ram..."

Thompson, with a shocked face, said, "You mean... we’ve failed?"

Larry remained silent, and then Thompson suddenly said, "Get our planes to take off, quick!"

"It’s too late."

This time Larry’s judgment was accurate; he watched as the Shenzhou Person leaped into the plane and shot the pilot twice, killing him.

Thompson was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly said, "Fire! Order the artillery to fire! No, send out all troops, go retrieve Pyro-thief... quickly."

Larry suddenly shouted angrily, "Shut up, or get out!"

Larry’s fury startled Thompson, who immediately shut his mouth, while Larry grabbed the headset and hollered, "Fire the artillery, fire for me! Shoot at the coordinates, fire at full speed!"

Larry was worried that You Zixing would fly the helicopter away, but he needn’t have because... You Zixing didn’t know how to fly a helicopter.

You Zixing was a spec ops soldier, but that’s all he was; he could parachute or rappel from a helicopter, but he definitely couldn’t fly one, not any model.

So, all he could do was stand by helplessly and sigh as he watched the helicopter stay tantalizingly close to the ground, ready to take off at any moment. Placing Gao Yuan inside would mean a safe escape from this dreadful place, but You Zixing couldn’t do anything about it.

The helicopter had been maintaining a state that suggested it could take off again at any moment, and now after You Zixing had killed the pilot and launched the signal flare, the helicopter, still with the throttle engaged, started to become increasingly unstable.

The helicopter’s rotor seemed to spin faster and faster, then its posture became increasingly unstable. Unfortunately, You Zixing didn’t know whether to throttle down or throttle up, and moreover, he dared not take any more risks to enter what seemed like an out-of-control helicopter.

You Zixing went up and grabbed Gao Yuan’s arms, enduring the pain in his left leg, and began dragging Gao Yuan, trying to distance themselves from the helicopter that was about to lose control.

Gao Yuan’s butt and legs dragged on the ground; his burnt feet also scraped against the terrain. The cracked skin peeled away, and blood started oozing out, leaving two long streaks of blood on the ground.

You Zixing couldn’t figure out how Gao Yuan had survived, but he knew one thing: Gao Yuan’s current state was truly miserable.

This was a scene so brutal he couldn’t have imagined it in his worst nightmares. You Zixing even seriously considered whether surviving might actually be the greatest pain for Gao Yuan.

Just then, You Zixing suddenly heard a rumbling sound, coming from afar and growing closer.

"This is it..."

You Zixing knew what was coming. He let go of Gao Yuan, then closed his eyes and lunged forward, sprawling atop Gao Yuan’s body.

The artillery shell exploded not far away—when saying not far, it was actually thirty to forty meters distant. The blast wave shifted him over a meter; he was blown away.

But You Zixing was once again shocked to find he hadn’t died.

One shell after another hit the ground. The already uncontrollable helicopter, starting to lean on the ground and its rotor about to strike dirt, was directly hit by a shell.

But by this point, You Zixing had already moved forty to fifty meters from the helicopter; he had no need to worry about the destruction of the helicopter affecting him.

Where were the promised air-burst rounds? Where were the shells supposed to explode in the air and shred everything within fifty meters with shrapnel?

It turned out the enemy didn’t have air-burst munitions. Too outdated, too embarrassing; a disgrace to the artillery troops.

You Zixing got up from the ground and once again grabbed Gao Yuan’s hands. Even though the enemy lacked air-burst munitions, an artillery shell landing in front of them would still be the end. His idea of shielding Gao Yuan from the fragments was now meaningless; at such close range, the shock wave and blast were even more deadly than the shrapnel.

Now, the priority was to drag Gao Yuan into the nearest building for cover from the artillery. But as You Zixing once again gripped Gao Yuan, after a slight and difficult move, an irresistible force suddenly made him let go of his hands.

You Zixing stopped in utter astonishment because Gao Yuan, relying on his own strength, had sat up. He sat on the ground, his hands still propping him up, and then, with a push from his arms, Gao Yuan actually stood up.

The standing Gao Yuan didn’t stop his superhuman actions there. After rotating his head a couple of times, he suddenly reached out his hand toward You Zixing.

Gao Yuan’s hand rested on You Zixing’s neck, and then he immediately squeezed hard.

You Zixing instinctively tried to fend off Gao Yuan’s hand with his arm and he immediately succeeded.

Gao Yuan’s hand was pushed away, but at this crucial moment, You Zixing yelled out a sentence that even he felt ashamed of.

"He’s reanimated!"

You Zixing’s scream was filled with despair and brutality.

Gao Yuan began to sway; his eyes were unfocused and red. Then, as he wobbled, it seemed like his instincts led him to open his mouth.

"Water..."

It was like the sound of two pieces of foam rubbing against each other—grating and unpleasant. You Zixing shivered at this moment.

"No water... I... Fuck!"

Gao Yuan stared at You Zixing with lifeless eyes, and after You Zixing uttered the phrase about having no water, Gao Yuan once again collapsed limply and lay back down on the ground.