If ten sticks are coming at him, Twin-headed Snake would naturally be beaten to death simultaneously, but if the enemy has ten snipers, it’s unlikely they’ll all target one person at the sa ti; that’s just too wasteful.
Gao Yang needs to co up with a suitable tactic, to find and eliminate the enemy snipers one by one, in turns. Haphazard attacks are not impossible, but they belong to a completely uncontrollable fighting style.
If both sides are experts, the battle will beco long and excruciating, with each side being extrely cautious, offering very few shooting opportunities. Once an opportunity arises, it must be seized, and that shooting chance will be exceptionally brief.
Their side is attacking, while the enemy is defending, so the enemy snipers targeting the assault troops led by Poseyankov becos much easier, because attacking forces have to expose themselves. In contrast, Gao Yang’s attempt to find and eliminate the enemy snipers becos much harder, as the enemy is too seasoned.
Satan and Iron Madonna have clashed no less than four tis, they decimated an entire Jungle Combat Squad and a Desert Combat Squad of Iron Madonna’s. In Ukraine, they fought a large portion of Iron Madonna’s forces, and recently in Khartsyzk, they again fought a part of one squad. However, these four battles were not head-on confrontations.
Jungle combat is extrely unpredictable; it’s normal for either side to win when strengths are about equal. The battle with Iron Madonna in Syria was a face-to-face encounter that ended abruptly due to chemical weapon leakage. The third ti, Satan ambushed Iron Madonna with a minefield ambush, and the most recent battle was a calculated ambush.
In the battles with Iron Madonna, they failed to utilize their elite soldiers’ nurical advantage, but this ti is different. Iron Madonna has recruited elite troops and gathered them for a full-scale assembly, following an extended training period, preparing for a head-on confrontation with Satan.
In a head-on fight, Satan is genuinely no match for Iron Madonna, with a significant discrepancy in numbers, but fortunately, Satan has allies.
Yet, given the current situation, even with allies, Satan wouldn’t stand a chance either...
The reality is discouraging, yet it’s impossible to escape it; in the face of overwhelming power, what options are there?
Poseyankov is indeed very tenacious, but Gao Yang feels it cannot continue like this. Satan’s cover cannot suppress Iron Madonna, continuing the assault would be suicidal for Poseyankov.
"Cease attack! Take cover on the spot!"
After issuing the order on the radio, Gao Yang took a breath, turned towards the commander under Angel, and shouted, "Artillery! We need artillery support! Only artillery can break open the situation, where are our guns!"
"The allies promised artillery support, but it’s not here yet. I don’t know what’s happening; I’ll urge them..."
Before the words were finished, the sky filled with whistles, and Rebrov shouted loudly with a voice-breaking screech, "Artillery strike, take cover!"
Hearing the whistling ant the shells passed overhead; it’s actually alright because when artillery directly plunges onto you, you can’t hear a thing. If you hear the ripping sound as shells land close, then you’re done for, and so no one really knows what that sound is like.
"Take cover, take cover!"
Gao Yang trusted Rebrov’s judgnt, and quickly hit the ground, then crawled swiftly into the nearest pit. When he shouted for cover, the shells had already begun exploding on their position.
Shells ca, from the enemy, and a whole string of them arrived.
Luckily, the enemy’s shells weren’t accurate, unfortunately, their artillery was too nurous.
The shells weren’t landing simultaneously, but were intensely concentrated, aiming for imdiate firepower density. However, the enemy’s shots were sowhat off-target, and there was a pause, indicating they didn’t fire simultaneously, nor could they sustain continuous firing.
"152 mm artillery, fragntation and high-explosive shells! Thirty-six artillery pieces, shell impact points slightly off target..."
Rebrov didn’t speak, the artillery resud its roar, this ti continuing uninterrupted firing.
"Shell impacts are about one hundred ters ahead of us, the assault group is done for. Retreat, or everyone will be finished. Full speed effective fire extending! Run!"
Rebrov managed to finish speaking despite the deafening artillery sound, if it wasn’t for excellent headphones, Gao Yang definitely wouldn’t have understood what he was saying.
"Retreat, take cover!"
Gao Yang suddenly stood and ran, feeling the artillery sound closing in. Suddenly he felt his left calf as if struck by a hamr, sending him tumbling forward.
Gao Yang fell to the ground, feeling finished for sure this ti, his leg definitely broken. But when he looked back at his left leg, he found it still intact.
Gao Yang touched his leg, finding his calf was extrely painful yet undamaged, while a black thing dropped beside his foot.
Upon closer inspection, he saw what knocked him down was a foot—specifically, a severed foot still in a combat boot. The boot was originally black, and the stump blackened, not a trace of blood was seen, completely deford. Without keen observation, it almost didn’t look like a foot.
Just then, the shelling ceased, not extending towards Gao Yang’s side, stopping dozens of ters away.
"Retreat, retreat! Everyone fall back, Poseyankov, are you still alive!"
Rebrov loudly spoke into the radio, "Twenty seconds rapid effective fire; such short duration implies enemy doesn’t have ample ammunition, they have at least thirty-six artillery pieces, an entire artillery group!"
Feeling helpless, Gao Yang was also utterly despairing.
Though Göo Yang hadn’t given up rescuing Angel, the despair lay in facing absolute disadvantage, yet it couldn’t shake his determination.
"Headcount, report casualties!"
Gao Yang was most concerned whether Satan had any wounded or killed during the shelling, the impact points were fortunately distant, ending count revealed his greatest fear hadn’t materialized.
Finally easing his tension, Gao Yang then bewilderedly asked, "Why are you sure there are thirty-six artillery pieces?"
Rebrov softly replied, "I heard thirty-six shell explosions, you might not differentiate, but this is my fundantal skill."
Thirty-six, 152 mm caliber, Iron Madonna is using them.
Though no evidence supports it, Gao Yang exhaled deeply and quietly cursed, "F**k! They’re using my cannons against us!"
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