Ultimate Firepower -
Chapter 359 - 343: Hammer Explosion
Chapter 359: Chapter 343: Hammer Explosion
Although he excelled at flattering and currying favor, Gao Yi had earned his current status through combat.
While high EQ could be the icing on the cake, in life-or-death moments, Gao Yi could only depend on his own solid Kung Fu skills.
Seizing every opportunity and finding every gap, whether in hand-to-hand combat or warfare, Gao Yi never let a single chance slip by.
So it couldn’t be said that Gao Yi was rash, rather, it was that he had seen a glimmer of hope amidst desperation and had acted with extreme decisiveness and bravery.
Gao Yi leapt out of the window.
Whoosh – he was gone, and all that could be seen was a figure charging madly toward a tank to the side.
"Ah..."
Lin Xianghua futilely stretched out his hand, letting out an incredulous and utterly meaningless cry of shock.
Feng Biao was momentarily stunned; then, instinctively wanting to follow, he jumped up, his right leg hitting the windowsill, but then he decisively gave up on the idea of following.
Next, Feng Biao grabbed Lucy from behind, who had already climbed onto the window ledge.
It was too fast; everyone was caught off guard.
Donkey exclaimed in utter astonishment, "Is he insane?"
Feng Biao made a decisive call.
Don’t try to keep up with Gao Yi’s rhythm, because no one could, and don’t try to disrupt it, because no one could.
The only thing to do now was to provide cover.
"Cover!"
They didn’t even bother shooting because there was no angle, no need to fire.
Feng Biao screamed into the walkie-talkie, his voice filled with intense urgency, "Don’t throw hand grenades, don’t throw mines! Our boss is outside!"
As Feng Biao shouted, Gao Yi had already run to the tank’s side.
Upon reaching it, he found the tank to be very tall; grabbing onto the anti-rocket grenade fence on the tank, Gao Yi leapt up and flew onto the tank turret.
Donkey finally finished his second sentence.
"What’s he going to do with just a pistol?"
Now it was very hard to describe Donkey’s feelings, for they were complex and constantly changing.
From being caught off guard to bewildered, to sincere admiration, to deep disdain, then to extreme shock, and back to the confusion of being caught off guard.
Every step Gao Yi took trod on Donkey’s heart, each decision so unexpected that Donkey found it hard to follow.
"What’s he doing on top of the vehicle?"
Donkey didn’t say it out loud; it merely crossed his mind.
Meanwhile, Feng Biao’s voice was hoarse with effort, "You two, go up to the building and shoot down..."
Feng Biao’s voice trailed off because, while speaking, he had already dashed out, running wildly to the side, to meet Gao Yi from the front where the enemy was fiercely attacking.
By now, Gao Yi had climbed onto the roof of the vehicle.
Just a pistol, and not even sure how many bullets were left – moreover, Donkey hadn’t given him a spare magazine.
There were also two hand grenades; he had thrown all his grenades earlier and hadn’t had time to resupply, only taking two from the bodies of fallen enemies.
What was left was just a hammer.
Shooting a tank with a pistol, blasting a tank with hand grenades, smashing a tank with a hammer – these were all the options Gao Yi had.
Climbing onto the roof of the tank, Gao Yi was somewhat bewildered because he truly didn’t know what he could do.
But since he was already here, he couldn’t just leave without accomplishing anything.
There were also infantry between the two tanks, who hadn’t even noticed someone had climbed onto the roof of the adjacent tank.
The roar of the tanks was deafening.
There were eight infantrymen between the tanks; compared to the cannon fodder attacking from the front entrance, these soldiers were much more elite – they were at least wearing bullet-proof vests, equipped with night vision devices, and using M4 rifles. In addition, four of the soldiers carried backpacks on their backs.
Four other soldiers, fully focused, were holding their rifles up, looking above.
Enemies had already entered by now; those staying outside were specifically in charge of covering and because the soldiers with large backpacks found it inconvenient to climb through windows, their movements were slightly slower, not because they were truly stopped outside and immobile.
Certainly, he had to shoot the infantry first; Gao Yi took off the two hand grenades he had, his only ones, pulled the pins, and casually tossed them out.
Gao Yi then drew his pistol and fired at the thigh of a soldier who was trying to climb through a window.
A gunshot sounded, and the enemy who was climbing through the window trembled, but he didn’t let go and instead turned his head in astonishment to glance backward.
Gao Yi fired a second shot, hitting the soldier in the buttocks.
At this moment, almost all the enemies outside turned toward Gao Yi, and then two rifles instantly swung around and were pointed at him. But at that very moment, the two hand grenades Gao Yi tossed out exploded one after another.
After the two loud booms, none of the soldiers could remain standing; some were shooting, some were wailing, while others remained motionless.
Gao Yi huddled behind the tank turret, listening to the pinging of bullets against it; he waited just a moment, then grabbed the protection fence with his right hand, and with his left hand holding the gun, he fired at an enemy who was still able to shoot.
Donkey’s pistol was not bad – pretty heavy, quite stable, and its accuracy was decent. Firing at the enemies lying on the ground, who had lost their ability to move, felt quite comfortable.
A shot rang out, hitting an enemy in the neck, then Gao Yi quickly swung the gun, and as it steadied, he fired at a second fallen enemy.
He missed.
Although the distance was only four or five meters, it was quite normal to miss.
Gao Yi fired another shot, this time not missing, hitting the enemy who was still trying to shoot at him, even though he no longer had the strength to hold the rifle steady.
Gao Yi suddenly descended from the tank; the greatest threat, after all, wasn’t the infantry. The tank on the other side had noticed what was happening outside; the turret began to turn, the tank’s gun shifting towards Gao Yi’s position.
Faster than the tank’s cannon was the remote-controlled machine gun on its roof.
Gao Yi didn’t have any plan.
His mind was blank; he could no longer process the images from his eyes through his analyzer and then make a decision. Instinct was all that drove him now.
As soon as he saw the turret-mounted machine gun start to turn, Gao Yi made his move.
Ignoring the wounded soldiers between the tanks, ignoring the possibility of incoming fire from enemies who had already entered the building, ignoring the armored vehicle that had backed up to twenty or thirty meters away and could open fire, Gao Yi jumped off the tank whose roof-mounted machine gun was already damaged, rapidly spanning the dozen meters between two tanks.
The tank cannon wasn’t turning to fire but to use its coaxial machine gun. As for the roof-mounted remote-controlled machine gun, it was turning at an even faster speed.
But Gao Yi was faster.
Gao Yi ran diagonally, his lightning-fast dash always one step ahead of the machine gun’s aim.
In his sprint, Gao Yi leaped and grabbed onto the tank’s anti-rocket grenade fence, pulled up with his arms and lightly landed on top of the second tank.
The remote-controlled machine gun was still turning.
By now, the tank cannon’s coaxial gun was no longer a threat—only the roof-mounted 12.7mm remote-controlled machine gun remained.
Gao Yi pulled out a hammer, and with two loud clangs, he struck the gun barrel.
Unsure if he had bent the barrel but seeing the gun still turning, Gao Yi, whirling alongside the gun, began hammering away at the machine gun’s ammo port with resounding whacks.
The machine gun fired, though not at Gao Yi, but the crew inside the tank surely knew what was happening. So, they still fired—the first bullet successfully discharged without exploding in the chamber, but whether it was the second or third bullet, the remote-controlled machine gun immediately ceased firing.
The ammunition feeding system was smashed, the ammo belt no longer feeding bullets.
The machine gun hidden inside the vehicle body was untouchable, but dealing with the exposed gun was far too simple.
After smashing the machine gun, Gao Yi slid forward, clamped his legs around the main cannon and, with two more strikes of the hammer, shattered the commander’s monitoring system on the tank’s front left.
Truly—a hammer smashing a tank.
This scene undoubtedly dumbfounded countless onlookers.
All the tank’s sighting systems were at the front—all electronic devices. Even with the best protection, they were designed to withstand enemy fire from hundreds or thousands of meters away. Now, they were helpless against Gao Yi’s haphazard smashing on the tank’s rooftop.
Gao Yi couldn’t blow up the tank, but he made it blind.
Smashing the fire control system, the commander’s observation thermal imager, the all-round periscopes, the driver’s observation device, the gunner’s sights.
He broke everything smashable—only the driver’s last observation window was hard to reach, being low and made of very thick bullet-proof glass.
"Be careful!"
Engrossed in his smashing, Gao Yi heard Feng Biao’s shout. But Gao Yi didn’t know how to be careful, so he swung down from the main cannon with a flip and jumped off the side of the tank.
The armored vehicle behind him fired, targeting its own tank.
The M2 Bradley armored vehicle was equipped with a 25mm main cannon and a 7.62mm coaxial machine gun. Now, the vehicle didn’t use the main cannon but the coaxial machine gun.
The enemy couldn’t hold back any longer.
But Gao Yi had jumped off the tank, using the enemy’s own tank to block their machine gun bullets.
Dodging bullets that crisscrossed the battlefield, weaving between several tanks and armored vehicles, Gao Yi remained unscathed.
"Get in here!"
Feng Biao called out again, but Gao Yi turned a deaf ear.
Not knowing how or where to get in.
What was left to use against enemy tanks now?
Only anti-tank mines.
Gao Yi urgently called, "Give me a mine! Give me a mine!"
"Here!"
Someone actually responded—it was Lin Xianghua. Next, a mine fell from the sky and landed heavily beside Gao Yi’s feet.
Gao Yi once again disrupted the enemy’s formation.
An anti-tank mine, attached to a hand grenade with tape pressed against the pressure fuse.
Now, Gao Yi had two options: throw the mine under the tank’s tracks and wait for the tank to move and detonate it, or pull the hand grenade pin and manually explode the mine.
With a makeshift detonation device ready, Gao Yi wouldn’t wait for the tank to crush it. He pulled out the pin of the hand grenade, grabbed the carrying handle of the mine, and, with a forceful swing, threw the mine onto the top of the tank’s turret.
The anti-rocket grenade fence prevented the mine from rolling off.
Six seconds—in six seconds, the grenade would detonate the mine.
Five seconds.
Four seconds.
Feng Biao shouted, "Run..."
Gao Yi was not foolish, not needing a reminder. The moment he threw the mine, he ran swiftly towards the building.
Many windows—just getting inside was enough.
The hammer still in his right hand, he placed his left hand on a window ledge his height, using it to spring up, and with a swift overhead somersault, he flew through the window.
Regardless of what was inside, all Gao Yi wanted now was to get far from the deadly radius of the anti-tank mine.
Bursting out of the room, then he heard an enormous blast behind him. Turning back, he saw flames reaching for the sky.
Success—Gao Yi had hammered the tank to explosion.
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