The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 363 - 356 Ol’Gun, Ol’Gun.

The day had barely begun to brighten when Gao Yuan abandoned the night vision device and could still see nothing, but Ashraf seemed to have a different experience.

Ashraf poked Gao Yuan and then pointed in the direction slightly south of west, whispering a few words.

Ol’Gun said, "Use a hand grenade to suppress the enemy to the west, make them slow down their charge."

Gao Yuan was puzzled as he didn’t believe Ashraf could see the people—if he couldn’t see them, what was the point of suppressing one side of the enemy?

Not understanding was okay; just following orders was what mattered.

Gao Yuan carefully observed that the nearest enemy had already come within three hundred meters—A distance at which his grenade throwing accuracy greatly improved.

The enemy were not just charging with their heads down; they had night vision equipment, and they were covering each other, advancing with alternate shooting. These were not opponents to be taken lightly, nor were they ones that could be easily eliminated.

Apart from hit-and-run tactics, there was no other way.

Gao Yuan threw the hand grenade, and this time it landed with great precision directly at the feet of an enemy as he leaped forward. Moments later, the enemy wasn’t sent flying, but his clothes were truly blasted away, and afterward, a piece of fabric swirled down gently through the air following a loud blast.

The enemies to the west immediately stopped advancing, as they also needed to find suitable cover.

While the enemies to the west halted their movement, those to the east seized the opportunity to accelerate forward.

That was when Ashraf’s gun finally fired.

A gunshot sounded from behind him. Gao Yuan quickly turned to look, only to see Ashraf lying on his back on the sandy ground, rapidly working the bolt of his rifle. With a crisp ping, an empty cartridge flew out of the chamber.

Why was he lying on his back instead of prone with his face down?

Also, could Ashraf see anything? If he couldn’t, why would he shoot—given that Ashraf was not one to waste bullets recklessly?

After reloading, Ashraf rolled over on the ground, and after the roll, his rifle barrel was already sticking out, ready for standard prone shooting.

With a snap, Ashraf completed his shot.

Roll over, shoot, then roll over again, lie back and work the bolt—Ashraf did all this in one smooth sequence.

This maneuver was far from a standard tactical action, but Ashraf executed it with a fluid grace.

None of the tactical movements involved lying down behind cover—none of the teachings Gao Yuan received ever mentioned lying on one’s back, facing away from the enemy.

Whether using a machine gun or a sniper rifle, the first thing to do when behind cover was to spot the enemy, then take aim, and naturally, fire. What then? There was no ’then’; either duck back into cover or continue firing, but certainly not rolling back into a lying position.

Now, within the Shenzhou Army, besides a few who used bolt-action sniper rifles, where else could one find rifles that needed bolting? Naturally, there were no tutorials for bolt-action rifles, not to mention that even if there were, they wouldn’t include such an un-tactical move.

Ashraf would fire and duck back instantly, not willing to waste even the time it took to work the bolt. However, Gao Yuan was somewhat skeptical about the effectiveness of firing in such a posture since Ashraf’s aiming time was too short; he barely aimed at all and seemed to shoot as soon as he steadied his rifle after rolling into position.

Gao Yuan looked towards Ashraf’s side, and at that moment, Ashraf rolled over for the third time and, steadying his rifle, snapped off another shot.

An enemy, sprinting with his body bent and head down, dropped to the ground in response, falling forward and then slightly moving twice before going still.

Ashraf, annoyed, yelled a couple of sentences at Gao Yuan, then Li Yang said through the intercom, "What are you looking at? Take care of your side."

Gao Yuan immediately turned around, clutching a hand grenade and scanning for enemies on his side.

But how did Ashraf manage that?

In the time it took to roll over, he would pull the bolt on his gun, wait a moment, and then roll out again, and at that moment those enemies who were supposed to be advancing with alternating cover would leave their shelter and be exposed under Ashraf’s gun.

All right, even if Ashraf could seize the opportunity, get the rhythm of the enemy, and the distance wasn’t too far, two hundred meters was a distance where he could ensure a hit, but how could Ashraf see the enemy?

It’s not to say that it was impossible to figure out, because after Gao Yuan took off his night vision goggles and looked to the east, he finally understood how Ashraf could see them.

It turns out to be simple, the sky was already faintly brightening, a slender line of light appeared between the sea and sky to the east, and if someone happened to be in front of that dawn light, Ashraf could see a dark silhouette.

Could that even work?

Could he fight like that?

This can’t be a joke, can it?

Gao Yuan threw a hand grenade, which didn’t kill anyone this time, but it was intended to slow the enemy’s advance, a blocking explosion, much like how a machine gun would suppressively fire even if it couldn’t see anyone.

Gao Yuan couldn’t help but look back at Ashraf again.

Ashraf rolled once more, but holding the gun he only aimed for less than a second before immediately rolling back, continuing to lie there with the rifle raised in front of him, the muzzle against his mouth as if he was kissing his own rifle.

As soon as Ashraf rolled back, a series of bullets hit where he had just been, with the sounds of bullets drilling into the sand and flying past filling the air.

Ashraf lay motionless, then suddenly rolled out again, raised his gun, fired, and rolled back.

After rolling back, Ashraf didn’t lie down as before, but got up off the ground and crawled forward two meters. Then he stood up and started to run, pulling the bolt as he moved, then passed Gao Yuan, suddenly threw himself to the ground, stretched out the gun, and before Gao Yuan felt he had time to aim, Ashraf fired a shot.

Shooting, rolling over, but this time rolling in a different direction.

Ashraf pulled the bolt, and with the casing ejected, he took a five-round magazine from his pocket, inserted it into the chamber, and loaded it.

Holding the rifle with his left hand and pressing the bullet into the chamber with his right, then withdrawing the bridge with the back of his hand, Ashraf put the bridge into his pocket before pushing the bolt forward, sending the bullet into the chamber.

Having reloaded, Ashraf shouted a few words to Gao Yuan and then started running forward with his head down.

"Ol’Gun says he killed five, run fast, watch out for mortars."

Gao Yuan immediately followed and ran while saying, "Holy shit! Ol’Gun just used his old rifle to kill five, can you believe it?"

An old guy who couldn’t bear to throw away an empty bridge, using an antique rifle older than him, one shot per enemy, killed five in one go, and it was still dark, with just a glimmer of light.

That old rifle Ol’Gun used was damn extraordinary, absolutely remarkable.