The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 360 - 353 This is a Formidable Opponent

Gao Yuan raced across the desert with lightning speed.

Apart from an initial cry of surprise, Ashraf followed with a continuous shout; Gao Yuan couldn’t understand him anyway, so he simply pretended not to hear.

Eventually, Ashraf gave up resisting and tried to adjust his carried posture, otherwise, he would have been jolted too much.

Gao Yuan cooperated with Ashraf’s adjustments, and then he began to run in a general direction; he could faintly hear gunfire, and the sounds of explosions were even more apparent. Gao Yuan had no other choice but to run towards the source of the sounds.

For Gao Yuan, ten kilometers was a very short distance, and twenty kilometers was merely a warm-up. His physical condition was so extraordinary that, after a full meal, distance was merely a noun representing the required time, and had little to do with the consumption of his strength.

A regular person would be left panting after a thirty-kilometer sprint, but Gao Yuan hardly even sweated.

It took Panxin and the others over six hours to start the fight because they first had to walk at least twenty kilometers.

But Gao Yuan arrived in twenty minutes while still conserving energy as he ran.

The gunfire grew more intense, and flashes were visible; it was in the suburbs of Sirte City, about two kilometers away from Gao Yuan.

According to Gao Yuan’s habits, he would have gotten very close, but now, knowing that the enemy was extraordinary, he chose a more cautious approach to enter the battlefield.

Li Yang had made it very clear: not everyone was as cowardly and bizarre as the Indian. Applying the experience of dealing with the Indian was enough to get someone killed. Li Yang and Panxin had repeated this to Gao Yuan many times because they feared that he would develop bad habits by facing an overly stupid enemy.

In fact, after Ashraf had shot him five times, Gao Yuan already knew what real soldiers were like, and he would certainly not make the rookie mistake of underestimating the enemy.

Gao Yuan set Ashraf down, who staggered a few steps upon touching the ground and then fell forward onto the ground.

After a moment, Ashraf turned over to lie down, took a couple of breaths, spat out the sand in his mouth, and then angrily spoke a couple of words to Gao Yuan, but he still held onto his rifle.

Gao Yuan removed the night vision device that was fastened to his chest and lifted up his helmet-mounted night vision gear because it had a shorter range and switched to the handheld device, which had a longer range.

The battlefield suddenly became very clear, the bullet trajectories all visible within the night vision device.

The trajectories were dense, but what reassured Gao Yuan slightly was that most of them concentrated on a building. There were only two return trajectories from inside the building, yet they were still retaliating.

If it hadn’t been for the tracer bullets from machine guns, Gao Yuan wouldn’t have been able to see them. But he could roughly judge that Panxin and the others were forced to defend themselves inside a building, and they were surrounded and couldn’t leave.

From too far away, it was impossible to determine the exact shape of the building, but it was clear that it was not an ordinary residence.

There was a flash, followed by the sound of an explosion: a rocket had exploded against that building.

Although he had known the battle was fierce, the explosion still made Gao Yuan’s heart tighten until after several seconds, when two traces of machine gun tracer trajectories fired from the building again, he finally felt somewhat relieved.

"Ol’Gun, let’s move."

Gao Yuan spoke, then realized Ashraf couldn’t understand him. He waved his hand, only to find that it was too dark, and Ashraf couldn’t see anything.

Gao Yuan couldn’t help but smile wryly; in the current situation, it seemed like Ashraf was more of a burden.

In fact, Ashraf had tried using night vision equipment before, but he couldn’t get used to the feeling. Most people would feel dizzy the first time they used a head-mounted night vision device, especially with vigorous activity causing more severe dizziness. However, Ashraf was okay in that regard; his main problem was being unable to use night vision scopes, so at night, he was virtually incapacitated in combat.

Gao Yuan and his team carried backup night vision gear, but all the scopes for guns were fixed with Picatinny rails, and Ashraf’s Mosin-Nagant rifle lacked such a rail.

For some shooters, changing from their most familiar gun meant losing half their proficiency, and unfortunately, Ashraf was of that sort and suffered greatly.

Ashraf was not a carefully trained shooter; he was a natural-born marksman who had slowly found his way on the battlefield. He couldn’t be expected to be familiar with many rifles; thus, he couldn’t quickly adapt to another firearm. His shooting ability was based on his familiarity with his own rifle. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

So in the darkness, Ashraf was practically useless.

It was a difficult situation, but a fight was definitely in order, and the condition of Panxin and the others was unknown. Being early by a minute might save them while being late by a minute might mean there was no rescue to be had, so it was best to hurry.

Gao Yuan lowered his helmet-mounted night vision, patted Ashraf on the shoulder, and handed him the handheld night vision device.

Sometimes no words are needed to communicate. Ashraf understood what Gao Yuan meant, so he got up, took a few breaths, spat out some saliva, took the handheld night vision device, and started jogging awkwardly through the desert sand alongside Gao Yuan.

Continuously closing in, they got nearer to the building. There were people all around the besieged structure, which meant that Gao Yuan and Ashraf were even closer to the enemy, about six or seven hundred meters away now.

There were three vehicles, not armored, just ordinary pickups, with a couple of machine guns loaded on them, and one seemed to carry a twin 23mm anti-aircraft gun.

But the enemies on this side were not shooting; they just needed to maintain the encirclement and would not fire rashly since stray bullets at this distance could cause harm to their own men.

Gao Yuan stopped, and since it was very dark, he didn’t crouch or lie down to observe but took the handheld night vision device from Ashraf to take a good look at the enemies ahead.

He would definitely strike from behind, but exactly how to attack still needed some thought.

Gao Yuan raised his night vision goggles, and Ashraf, having given them to him, immediately lay down behind the killing hill and even slid down a bit, trying his best to hide himself behind the sand.

After finding cover, Ashraf whispered a few words to Gao Yuan, but unfortunately, Gao Yuan couldn’t understand him.

Just as Gao Yuan had raised his night vision goggles and before he could get a clear view, he saw a flash of light inside the goggles, followed by a jolt in his chest, and the night vision goggles were struck out of his hands by a powerful force.

Gao Yuan flipped over and fell backward.

His heart was pounding.

He had just stood there for a moment, not even half a minute, and the enemy had already spotted him?

Gao Yuan’s hands frantically searched around, first finding another hand, which was Ashraf’s also fumbling over his chest.

What were they searching for? Obviously to see if there was any blood, for being hit was certain—the question was where the bullets had hit.

Realizing Gao Yuan’s hands were in a panic, Ashraf knew at least Gao Yuan wasn’t dead, so he urgently and angrily spoke a few words.

Not understanding him, Gao Yuan nevertheless urgently said, "I’m okay, I’m not dead, I should be okay... I think..."

One, two, two bullet holes.

One bullet hole was in the abdomen, and the other in the chest. Another bullet had hit the night vision goggles Gao Yuan was holding.

Yes, night vision goggles could block a bullet, and even if the bullet finally penetrated the goggles, it would deviate from its course.

Lucky for him, otherwise a bullet to the torso might be stopped, but one to the face surely would have been fatal for Gao Yuan.

Ashraf was still hurriedly saying something as he had already turned over, but since he couldn’t see anything, he simply chose not to expose his head.

"It’s a machine gun. They fired a short burst and didn’t waste any bullets; they all hit me. Ol’Gun, the enemy is tough—damn it..."

Gao Yuan was a bit incoherent because he had truly never encountered such a battle before.

Gao Yuan had night vision goggles, and so did the enemy. Gao Yuan was cautious, and so was the enemy—otherwise, they wouldn’t have specifically kept watch behind them after surrounding Panxin and the others, and they even opened fire immediately.

They opened fire immediately, and with just a short burst, they had hit Gao Yuan.

Gao Yuan felt the bullet holes, then looked down and whispered, "It was fired from a heavy machine gun..."

If it hadn’t been for Shenzhou’s famously cheap but effective armor plates, if it hadn’t been for the double-layered plates, the body armor Gao Yuan wore would have been penetrated, even.

How to fight this was incredibly vexing.

He couldn’t stay panicked forever; Gao Yuan flipped down the night vision on his helmet again and then slowly poked his head out, quickly glanced around, and immediately ducked back.

If the enemy had night vision goggles too, then the IR light used for friend-foe identification would basically be pointing out the target for the enemy.

Gao Yuan hesitated not a moment to switch off the IR light and then once again stuck his head out. Although he could still be spotted by the enemy, it was better than being lit up like a beacon.

This time, Gao Yuan saw a very low-set machine gun—presumably, as it was far away and not very clear—but he could see about a dozen people splitting up and flanking from both sides.

This was a true encounter with experts, no longer the incompetents they had fought before.

And yet, when speaking of rescuing others, they had just made contact with the enemy and were already in danger of being encircled.

Of course, Gao Yuan wasn’t so easily surrounded, but now he really regretted not bringing along a heavy machine gun.

Gao Yuan pulled out a hand grenade, pulled the pin, poked his head out for another look, then immediately threw the grenade and ducked back.

Ducking back down, the bullets whizzed over Gao Yuan’s head. The machine gunner’s response was fast and accurate, which, of course, might just be the level of a normal, skilled gunner—but such a gunner, pressuring two infantrymen, already held a decisive advantage.

After waiting a few seconds, Gao Yuan poked his head out again. He timed it extremely precisely—just as he stuck his head out, he saw the grenade he had thrown explode.

The grenade detonated midair, but he had thrown it slightly off, so the grenade exploded, yet the machine gunner fired again.

Although aware that Ashraf couldn’t understand him, Gao Yuan, while taking out another grenade, couldn’t help but say, "Aftereffect of seasickness. This time, definitely no problem!"