Chapter 1733: Chapter 1712: Have a Drink Before We Go
The road was clear, and after nearly an hour of driving through almost the entire city, the three cars pulled over to the side as they were approaching the destination.
After Yarebin got out, the other Black Demons quickly gathered around. Yarebin leisurely glanced at his watch, then looked up and smiled, “Forty-four minutes have passed. Normally, the enemy should have received news of their companion’s attack by now. However, judging from our last two actions, communication among the enemy isn’t very frequent. Furthermore, according to confessions, the enemy operates separately. If there’s a major operation, they’ll gather together; if not, they fight on their own. Therefore, there’s still a possibility for a surprise attack, but it needs ticulous reconnaissance.”
“We’ll go.”
Yarebin waved his hand with a smile, “No, I’ll go, because I can approach the enemy most safely. Who would pay attention to an old man like ?”
After saying this, Yarebin smiled and said, “If we can launch a surprise attack, everything proceeds as usual, you know what to do. If we lose the elent of surprise, we will have to attempt a forced attack. In that case, Boss, can your indoor combat skills match your gunmanship?”
Gao Yang chuckled softly, “I often serve as the spearhead. Trust , I’m very familiar and skilled with indoor combat or assaults from outside in.”
Yarebin nodded, then chuckled lightly, “Wait for .”
After speaking, Yarebin leaned on his cane and walked slowly forward, disappearing from Gao Yang and the others’ view after turning a corner.
Turning the corner and walking more than 200 ters, they would reach the enemy’s hideout. Watching Yarebin’s figure disappear behind the corner, Gao Yang frowned and said, “Shouldn’t we follow and take a look?”
“Of course not. That’s our captain personally going for reconnaissance.”
After saying this blandly, Tarta turned his neck, opened the trunk of the car he was in, and after opening the box holding the guns, he said in a low voice, “Who will use the sniper rifle for support?”
Vasily shouted loudly, “, but I haven’t used it for twenty years.”
Glewatov said in a deep voice, “Then I’ll do it, I often shoot so ga on the farm.”
Glewatov took the VSS silent sniper rifle out of the box, while Tarta extended his hand and said softly, “Give your pistol.”
After handing over Glewatov’s Makarov PB, Tarta reached out and picked up two magazines, saying in a low voice, “If we’re charging, we’ll need more bullets. Listen, I hope you can be a little more accurate when covering .”
Gao Yang also wanted a magazine. He had an empty one now, and Tarta volunteered his full magazine, so even if Tarta wasn’t willing to give him another magazine, bullets were still acceptable.
After looking at Gao Yang, Tarta grabbed another magazine without waiting for Gao Yang to speak and said softly, “Take one more. Too much is unnecessary, but one is a bit too little.”
Gao Yang smiled, taking the magazine Tarta offered, while Rostotsky laughed loudly, “Wow, Tarta actually gave soone a magazine voluntarily. So rare, you wouldn’t even give a single bullet if asked.”
Tarta rolled his eyes at Rostotsky and said irritably, “Shut up!”
Gao Yang took the empty magazine out of his pocket and handed it to Tarta, saying softly, “Here you go.”
Tarta said nonchalantly, “Want to refill it?”
Gao Yang thought for a mont and said softly, “No need, two magazines are enough.”
Then Rostotsky said, “Hey, Tarta, are you feeling the pressure? This young man’s marksmanship doesn’t seem bad, maybe even better than yours. Look at our boss asking for only two magazines, and you’ve got four!”
Tarta sneered disdainfully, then casually closed the trunk lid.
Actually, what Gao Yang wanted to say was that if two magazines couldn’t solve the problem, then the size of the gunfire wouldn’t matter, and he still had his own pistol, two magazines were enough. But under Rostotsky’s teasing, his words seed to take on a different aning.
Tarta still looked dismissive, closing the trunk again, and with a mocking expression said to those around, “When it’s ti to use the gun, don’t drag my feet.”
Lebyazhef glanced at Tarta, and quietly said, “You drink too much, and while I train soldiers every day, you haven’t touched a gun for over twenty years. You should worry about yourself. Swinging a hamr and shooting a gun are two different things. You can still swing a hamr now, but that doesn’t an you can still shoot.”
Tarta looked very angry, his nose, reddened from drinking too much, quivered as he said furiously, “So what? No matter how much I drink, you still can’t catch up to . I was Gun King back then, and I still am now. Watch !”
Angrily, Tarta opened the trunk again, took out a bottle of vodka, took a few gulps, exhaled a breath of alcohol, and said loudly, “I can still beat you after drinking. If you don’t believe , let’s try it. I’ll drink a couple of swigs and hit the road. How will that affect ?”
Gao Yang was a bit anxious, these old Black Demons didn’t fear death at all, they did everything, even taking a swig before the fight, but he couldn’t do that, he didn’t want to accompany a drunk Black Demon as the first to breach.
Luckily, there was soone sober. Lebyazhef sneered, “What’s two swigs? If you’ve got guts, drink two bottles before going. Drink! Go on, drink! Would you dare with the captain around? Idiot, all these years and you’re still an idiot. Fine, let’s compete after we’re done, let’s see who’s the real Gun King of Black Demons. You old drunkard, you’re done. The na of Hamr has been taken because you’re no match swinging the hamr, and now the title of Gun King must be mine. Just sll the alcohol on yourself to know you’re finished!”
Tarta squinted, pointed at Lebyazhef confidently, and said, “Fine, I’ll wait and see how your extra twenty-so years of gun training lose to .”
A group of old n around them, so instigated, so joked. In short, they were chatting as casually as old n in normal conversation.
Only Gao Yang was more nervous because these old n were done with life, but he wasn’t. He’s young, with a long life ahead, and the biggest aning for the Black Demons to live no longer applies. It’s different for him.
So Gao Yang coughed lightly twice and said in a low voice, “Tarta, you should phrase it differently. Saying ‘take two swigs and hit the road’ isn’t good. In our hotown, that phrase is very inauspicious. You should say ‘take two swigs and send the enemy off,’ that’s more fitting.”
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