Chapter 1735: Chapter 1714: Shining Twin Stars
As the largest arms dealer, Gao Yang actually didn’t provide any weapons to the Black Demon, didn’t arm them to the teeth, this is simply intolerable.
No tanks to clear the path, no absolute firepower to blow the enemy to smithereens, using handguns to storm into a house occupied by dozens in the first wave, a suppressed submachine gun for fire suppression, a suppressed close-range sniper rifle for precise fire, and just two ******** as backup, relying on this to launch a surprise attack with fewer against many, what is this, it’s simply a disgrace to an arms dealer.
No matter if it’s disgraceful or not, Gao Yang had to make do and fight under these conditions, and he knew even if he offered tanks and cannons to the Black Demon, these proud old veterans wouldn’t use them. They have already fought off two waves of enemies. If the Black Demon wanted to enhance their firepower, they had plenty of guns to pick up, a full set of gear to take, but they didn’t do so.
So even as the largest arms dealer, Gao Yang had to use the simplest handgun to fight, there’s no choice; when faced with a bunch of proud and stubborn old n, there’s just nothing that can be done.
Gao Yang and Tarta had already rushed to the door; the enemies inside, after enduring the surprise assault, had retreated and dispersed to both sides, and the ones running fastest, Vasily and Lebyazhef, also spread to both sides.
Each holding a pitiable little handgun, the two old n hid behind the door, waiting for Gao Yang and Tarta to charge first.
But there’s no way to rush in; there’s a bunch of people inside! Not to ntion a bunch of rifles, even if a team had handguns, rushing in like this would be suicide!
This is the difference between a surprise attack and a strong assault: if the enemy doesn’t have ti to react, it’s manageable, but if they are prepared, nurous, and not dumb, not to ntion each having decent gunmanship, even a bunch of rookies who close their eyes when shooting at close range would manage to hit a few shots by chance.
With the door in sight, Gao Yang really wanted to ask Tarta how he intended to fight.
Tarta showed no signs of slowing down, so Gao Yang could only grit his teeth and follow, but he had decided already; if Tarta was really going to rush in recklessly to his death, he wouldn’t accompany him.
Skill doesn’t work like that; Gao Yang was now certain that Tarta was crazy rather than just brave.
Finally, Gao Yang couldn’t stand it anymore, so he suddenly veered sharply to the right, turning to the side, as moving further would have put him in a position where the enemies could shoot him.
As Gao Yang abruptly turned, he was startled to find Tarta turning sharply to the left, making his evasive maneuver appear perfectly synchronized with Tarta’s, faultlessly precise, down to the millisecond; as the two bent, they turned simultaneously.
With such speed, Gao Yang slamd into the wall, and behind him was Lebyazhef a bit further back, while Tarta had Vasily behind him.
Their positions were impeccably precise, one left and one right, the distance seemingly asured with a ruler, not more or less, just one ter.
Why did they stick to the wall at this position, this distance from the door? Because it was a calculated choice. From this distance, Gao Yang could see and shoot at the enemies hiding on one side of the door inside the house, close to the wall, and there was a gap, at most about ten centiters wide, providing space to shoot inside.
Then, facing the enemies at this distance, there wouldn’t be many, only one; these results ca from countless experints, countless drills, determining the door’s width, so Gao Yang directly crashed into the spot where he should stand, sothing instinctive for him now, couldn’t be wrong.
Sticking to the wall, Gao Yang raised his left hand, fired a shot, and an enemy standing like him behind the door slid down against the wall.
While Gao Yang fired, he noticed Tarta also fired a shot; the posture, speed, action, not exactly identical, but almost exactly the sa, only Tarta used his right hand.
After firing one shot, Gao Yang slightly moved forward, very quickly, while Tarta and Gao Yang moved very consistently forward a bit, and then they both fired another shot.
The guns they started shooting with were the sa, both Makarov PM, so Gao Yang and Tarta’s movents were not only highly synchronized but even the sounds overlapped, sounding like there was only one gunshot.
Gao Yang had fired two shots when a shout ca from inside.
“A bunch of dead old n, take him out…”
Puh, another shot rang out, and the speaker collapsed to the ground, while Gao Yang and Tarta moved a bit further forward.
Just a gap, the bullet passed through in a straight line, with a slight advancent widening the gap a bit, expanding the shooting arc slightly; after three moves, the distance increased by about ten centiters, his shooting arc had beco a small fan shape.
Three tis, Tarta’s distance from the door’s edge remained highly consistent with Gao Yang’s, as if asured, with an error not exceeding one centiter, but this was for the gun muzzle’s position, for the stomach position, Tarta’s belly was a bit ahead since he was fatter than Gao Yang.
After three moves, having taken out three enemies behind the wall, Gao Yang moved a fourth ti and killed the fourth.
It’s about the speed and precision of firing and exact footwork, at this mont, such things must be precise like a machine.
No enemies were directly in front of the door, since two guns were aid at that position; after estimating Gravatov and Rostotsky’s shooting arcs, recalling the brief glimpse of the enemy’s approximate number range, Gao Yang had a sense of confidence.
The remaining enemies weren’t many; if he moved again and didn’t see any, his current tactic would be useless, and then it would be about bravely jumping inside.
Gao Yang took a small leap forward, moving slightly more than before, and found no one under his gun muzzle, so he imdiately used his left leg, which hadn’t changed position, and maintained the most advantageous straining posture to forcefully leap forward into the house.
On the right side, Gao Yang was responsible for the left-side enemies, shooting left to right with his left hand, but after jumping inside, it should be right hand firing from right to left.
Tarta nearly simultaneously flew diagonally into the house with Gao Yang, the two crossed in mid-air, Gao Yang above, Tarta below, and then both fired their guns simultaneously.
Gao Yang fired two shots, but upon landing imdiately twisted his body and fired a third shot in the direction which had been his backside.
The gunfire ceased, and the battle ended, with Gao Yang and Tarta lying on the ground, while Vasily and Lebyazhef crossed over them, sprinting deeper inside.
After crossing over Gao Yang, Vasily holding a handgun in one hand while giving a thumbs-up with the other, left behind a drawn-out shout as he sprinted past.
“Strong!”
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