Gao Yang was in a dire state, as an ard helicopter approached from the sky, unleashing a barrage of rockets toward the ground without a word.
Although the rockets were not aid directly at Gao Yang, he still found himself in a difficult situation; rockets, after all, are not known for precision but for their coverage.
Hearing Frey’s shout, Gao Yang replied helplessly, "Of course I’m not dead, can’t die."
After shouting, Gao Yang slung the Blade of Satan over his shoulder, planning to relocate after launching the missile. He needed to carry the gun now.
The helicopter was still in the distance, about four or five kiloters away. Gao Yang stood up, used the Needle-S anti-aircraft missile to lock onto the helicopter flying straight ahead, and then fired the missile.
The missile’s main engine ignited after leaving the launch tube, leaving a beautiful streak in the night sky.
To ensure the helicopter was hit, Gao Yang should have fired two missiles in succession, but the Needle-S missile was quite advanced, so he decided to wait before deciding whether to fire a second missile.
Gao Yang couldn’t see where the missile hit the helicopter, but he was certain it did. Watching a helicopter spiral down from the sky, he discarded the launcher on his shoulder, clenched his fist, and shouted, "Yeah!"
When done, one must get down; otherwise, you’re just waiting for a bullet. But just as Gao Yang dived forward, a strong force in his chest caused him to recoil backward.
It was as if a heavy hamr had struck him hard, hitting his chest and stomach, the entire torso taking a blow from a giant hamr. However, this was good, aning the bullet didn’t penetrate the bulletproof plate.
The bulletproof plate on Gao Yang’s chest was over two centiters thick, a genuine heavy-duty body armor. If a bullet penetrated the plate, you wouldn’t feel much impact. Even a small-caliber bullet would distribute pressure evenly across the plate. Feeling a vigorous punch can only an a large-caliber bullet.
Gao Yang staggered back a couple of steps, then fell to the ground as if hit. But before falling, he turned, ending up prone rather than lying flat.
Feeling a dull pain in his chest, Gao Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, then wiped his mouth and murmured, "Sniper!"
Spitting blood wasn’t a big deal; this wasn’t a movie where coughing up blood ant death. This was just so part of his esophagus taking a hit. Spit so blood, and you’re fine. Even if it kept happening, it wouldn’t kill him. For an ordinary person, it might be frightening and considered serious, riting a hospital visit. But on a battlefield where death cos swiftly, Gao Yang didn’t pay it any mind.
Lying on the rooftop, Gao Yang slowly retrieved his gun. Based on where he was hit, he deduced the sniper’s position, then turned and aid. He found several easy targets but didn’t fire until he spotted a stationary red dot.
"It’s you, too standard, rookie!"
Gao Yang had to take out the sniper who shot him, not out of spite, but because he wouldn’t feel secure otherwise.
For a sniper, the priority is always to eliminate the enemy sniper. However, if you encounter a high-ranking general, that’s another matter. Also, a sniper must hide well. In a large unit, then they should look like any ordinary soldier to avoid being shot.
The sniper who shot Gao Yang had decent gunmanship but lacked experience. If it were Gao Yang, he would have stood up and moved forward with his advancing comrades instead of staying in place in that telltale sniper pose awaiting retaliation.
Gao Yang fired one shot, and the sniper’s head disappeared. Then Gao Yang began rapid firing, swiftly eliminating six targets in one sweep.
He fired a salvo, a machine-gun-paced volley, yet with much higher efficiency — one bullet, one hit, no waste. Gao Yang’s skill in this was truly peerless and unbeatable in the world.
After a thoroughly exhilarating round, Gao Yang crawled to a new position, looking up to check the sky for helicopters. Just then, he heard soone shout through his earpiece, "Boss, we’re here, one hundred twenty-two people."
The speaker was Dennis, one of the two bodyguards from Andre’s side who survived. He was also one of the two people from Andre’s remnant forces Gao Yang could trust.
Gao Yang was ecstatic and roared, "Attack, attack, the enemy has surrounded ."
Dennis urgently replied, "We have six vehicle-mounted mortars, Vasilek! We also have infantry fighting vehicles!"
Gao Yang was currently the de facto largest arms dealer in Ukraine. He had thousands, no, an uncountable number of weapons stored in Ukraine’s armories. Besides, whether it was Grand Ivan or Andre, they each had their small arms depots, because hauling arms for scattered sales from large warehouses each ti wasn’t feasible.
Gao Yang had also orchestrated several arms sales, to the Skull Gang and to the ard factions supported by the Angel rcenary Corps. The logistics lines needed protection, and Dennis had been handling these. When the fighting started, he directly brought the arms that were ant for sale. Conveniently, as an arms dealer, war ensured they never lacked weapons.
Gao Yang excitedly shouted, "First, give artillery cover, I’ll designate the targets."
The 2B9 Vasilek Automatic Mortar, 82mm caliber, automatic firing, maximum rapid-fire rate of 1.5 seconds for 4 rounds, sustained fire rate of 40 rounds per minute. The system was heavy, the shells weak, accuracy poor, with too wide a spread and too short a range. But still, such artillery wasn’t about precision; it was about coverage and firepower saturation.
The convoy Dennis brought didn’t turn on their lights, stopping directly on the main road. The tracked armored vehicles prepared to advance toward Gao Yang, but first, a round of artillery.
Observing a mont, Gao Yang shouted, "Based on our position, 500 ters due east, the enemy is advancing in a skirmish line, two guns, full-speed salvo, fire!"
The dense artillery sound was almost indistinguishable from one explosion to the next. But speaking honestly, the damage effect was poor because Vasilek’s shell spread was too wide, proving ineffective against a skirmish line.
Gao Yang, used to Tommy’s precision mortars, was vexed by this scattershot artillery fire, shaking his head in disdain before shouting, "All six guns, effect shot, fire!"
Since accuracy was lacking, more rounds should be fired. Artillery saturation it was — over the entire area, leaving no problem unsolved. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welco you to vote for it at Qidian (qidian) with recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.)
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