Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 348 - 332 What’s Going On

Chapter 348: Chapter 332 What’s Going On

Communications were restored, which meant that walkie-talkies could be used, phones could be dialed, and help could be sought.

But first, they had to get past the British.

In close combat, there’s no time for someone to make leisurely phone calls for help.

The British were fighting fiercely, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in decades. The Donkey and his four companions had to step forward to block the stairs—it was time for a face-to-face showdown, a brutal exchange to see who would falter first.

The gunfire was brief but intense. The slight numerical advantage in this kind of small-scale indoor combat was very clear. As soon as two soldiers who were only focused on charging forward came within range, the Donkey immediately opened fire.

Both sides wore bullet-proof vests and used small caliber rifles. Except for shooting at the head, hitting any other part wouldn’t instantly incapacitate the enemy—this was true for both sides.

The Donkey hit an enemy in the head, but his companion hit the enemy in the shoulder. Due to this slight difference, the shot soldier managed to return fire, sweeping bullets upwards and hitting a leg of the Donkey’s comrade.

As long as they couldn’t be killed instantly, the enemy had the opportunity to fire, and as long as they fired, casualties were inevitable.

So far, in the clashes between the War Axe Mercenary Group and the British Marine Corps, every close-range fire exchange had been accurate.

Unable to hold back, the Donkey cursed and continued forward, attempting to break the enemy’s momentum and pin them down on the first floor.

But why would the British give up just like that? They had suffered great casualties, and after finally getting to this point, it was almost over—they had to fight to the end regardless of the losses.

The Donkey leaned forward because fighting in such terrain at the stairwell meant that the defending side certainly had a significant advantage; however, the visibility was also limited. If the enemy was experienced, they could outmatch in the split-second exchanges of gunfire.

In such a gunfight, mere meters apart, what was really tested wasn’t gun skills but courage and experience, an understanding of indoor combat.

The War Axe Mercenary Group was powerful, but it seemed they weren’t so strong that every member was an expert in indoor combat.

Now, although there were still a few others in the War Axe Mercenary Group, the Donkey had to step up personally, as he was the best at indoor combat among those remaining.

If the Donkey couldn’t hold back the enemy’s attack, it was basically over.

Two hand grenades were thrown up, both with impact detonation fuses to prevent the grenades from bouncing back and exploding their own side. After the explosions of the grenades, two people charged up through the smoke.

The grenades exploded less than two meters away from the Donkey, but protected by the stairwell corner, the Donkey didn’t move at all. He didn’t throw grenades downward. He just quietly waited, and when two men appeared one after the other, he suddenly fired his gun right at the throat of the front enemy.

But this time, there weren’t just two enemies—they came up in a line.

The Donkey fired, withdrew his gun, and his three companions had to step forward to have a clear line of fire, so they collectively pressed forward from their original scattered positions.

Nine people from both sides were gathered in an extremely narrow space, and then a British soldier suddenly tossed his rifle upwards with his left hand, followed by a loud explosion in the air.

An airburst, an indiscriminate airburst explosion, where a hand grenade could exert its maximum power.

The Donkey really hadn’t anticipated this move.

Fortunately, it was an offensive grenade, not a defensive one.

If it had been a defensive grenade exploding in mid-air, it would have generated a large number of shrapnels in this extremely confined space; even if it couldn’t kill all members of the War Axe Mercenary Group, it could have wounded them all.

But the British were also within the damage radius. Throwing a defensive grenade would have meant dying together with the enemy.

However, a mid-air explosion from an offensive grenade was enough to shift the dire state of the battle.

Gao Yi watched for a long while. If he didn’t act now, then when?

Gao Yi raised his gun, firing the ridiculed "Christmas tree" handgun, and a bullet accurately hit a soldier’s right hand.

The soldier planning to throw another grenade was hit in the wrist, causing him to drop the grenade, which had already had its pin pulled. The grenade knocked around twice on the ground without triggering the impact detonation fuse but finally exploded on the third impact.

The grenade exploded at the feet and above the heads of the British.

In the ensuing chaos, Gao Yi, holding his handgun, moved down from the link between the second and third floors to the second floor.

At that moment, Gao Yi’s satellite phone started ringing.

But Gao Yi had no time to answer it.

It was not exactly a scene of bodies everywhere, but from the first to the second floor, the stairway was already filled with bodies—casualties who hadn’t died outright from their injuries.

Gao Yi stepped past the Donkey, aiming his pistol just behind the ear of a soldier and fired a shot.

The battle opened with them exchanging gunfire. Gao Yi ran as far as possible because they were using guns, and bullets flew chaotically.

But this kind of frenzied battle, where friend and foe intermingled and victory or defeat was decided in a moment, was Gao Yi’s favorite.

Now the donkey seemed unable to move, but the attacking British had also lost their unstoppable sharpness. Gao Yi ran down and fired two shots, but those two shots had a decisive effect.

At least that wave of attack was blocked.

But what about next? Let the enemy attack time and again?

For this question, Gao Yi hadn’t really thought about it. He just saw the dire situation and decisively joined the battle, and after joining, he decisively crossed the focal point of both parties’ struggle and continued killing downward.

The key was that as soon as Gao Yi moved, it immediately caused Lucy and Lin Xianghua to move as well.

Lin Xianghua and Feng Biao knew their stuff, but Gao Yi and Lucy, well, were not so competent.

To say nothing else, Gao Yi did not crawl forward. It wasn’t that he couldn’t perform this simple action, but getting him to crawl forward then suddenly leap up and throw a hand grenade—this kind of action he just couldn’t do well. He couldn’t compare to real infantry.

As for Lucy, she didn’t even have the awareness to crawl forward.

Trained like cannon fodder with consumables, Lucy had one strategy in using guns—be aggressive.

Unwary for a moment, Gao Yi jumped down, and then, in another unwary moment, Lucy followed him down.

Feng Biao was almost going crazy, he shouted, "Get back!"

Was this a fight that two assassins could participate in?

The donkey also shouted, "Come back!"

The boss personally joined the battle, going to the unknown situation on the first floor. If he died instantly, who would pay the outstanding balance?

Fortunately, Gao Yi was rash but not stupid. Hearing the two shouts, he immediately stopped. Then, on the stairs which had almost no room to move, he pulled out a hand grenade with his left hand and began throwing it downward.

Not knowing where the enemy was clustered, unable to see, but throwing a few hand grenades surely could delay the enemy’s attack.

Both sides had paid a huge price, but the situation had returned to the starting state.

Gao Yi returned to the second-floor stairwell, the donkey wearing an expression of helplessness, while Feng Biao and Lin Xianghua aimed their guns at the stairwell.

Now Gao Yi and the others had to participate in the battle.

The walkie-talkie kept ringing.

The phone rang again; Gao Yi retreated to a safe position and took out his phone to answer this second call.

"Hello."

"Thank God you’re not dead."

At hearing Gao Yi’s voice, Grasse seemed to be relieved but immediately said, "What’s your situation over there?"

"We’re being attacked by the British."

Gao Yi kept retreating, then he whispered, "What’s going on?"

"The British?"

Grasse’s voice sounded very confused, he said in astonishment, "What do you mean by the British?"

Now clearly wasn’t the time for idle chat, but Gao Yi could only answer Grasse’s question, he urgently said, "British helicopters, the Marine Corps, what else could it mean, don’t you know my current situation?"

Grasse, completely puzzled, said, "Oh, fuck... I really didn’t know the British were involved; I just wanted to let you know, the CIA bypassed the Pentagon, got authorization from the White House, and it turns out an armed force loyal to the Haissa Tribe but nominally belonging to the Iraqi Defense Army is heading your way; we tried to stop them, but I got the information too late."

Gao Yi was full of question marks, he exclaimed, "What do you mean? An army?"

"Yes! The problem now is why the British are participating; I haven’t received any information at all, damn it, what’s going on?"

Gao Yi gasped, then he urgently said, "Stop talking, send reinforcements, find a way to get us out—this trouble is big, we need to leave quickly."

Grasse replied in a frantic tone, "I’ll try, fuck, you figure out a way to retreat, I need to find out what’s going on now!"