The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 365 - 358 Seamless Cooperation

An old Afghan man knew how to defend against drones and knew where to hide to avoid being bombarded, suggesting the greatest likelihood was being targeted by a drone.

And Gao Yuan, he knew that too, but he just didn’t think of it at the time.

This difference between realizing and not realizing was the distinction between a veteran and a rookie, the value of experience.

Ashraf threw the drone to the ground and stomped on it hard; as someone who could never possess drones, he loathed the contraption.

Pointing at Gao Yuan’s ammo pouch and then up to the sky, Ashraf was inquiring whether there were any more of the hand grenades from earlier, and Gao Yuan pulled out another one, holding up a single finger to indicate it was the last one.

Ashraf’s spirits lifted, and then he pointed to Gao Yuan’s helmet. Gao Yuan reacted after a moment, realizing Ashraf meant his night vision goggles.

Gao Yuan took off the night vision goggles, shook his head at Ashraf, and flipped them over to show they were broken.

Ashraf laughed and then beckoned Gao Yuan with renewed vigor.

It was the first time Gao Yuan had seen Ashraf so spirited.

The smile on Ashraf’s face was almost too big to hide as he ran to the side and settled behind a sand dune, this time half-sitting, half-lying against a sandpit.

With an empty cartridge clip in hand, Ashraf fished out five bullets from his pocket and inserted them one by one into the empty clip.

A cartridge clip is essentially a magazine, fundamentally different from an ammo clip, which when slapped onto an automatic rifle is ready to fire, whereas a cartridge clip facilitates loading bullets into the chamber of a bolt-action rifle.

While Gao Yuan and his team discarded spent magazines, Ashraf couldn’t bear to throw away even one cartridge clip.

Well, the 7.62×54R bullets used by the Mosin-Nagant were common thanks to Russian pm and pkm machine guns using the same ammo, which made resupplying quite convenient.

Therefore, while it was easy to find Mosin-Nagant bullets, the specific cartridge clips for the rifle were not so common.

In fact, even the African brothers had stopped using the Mosin-Nagant; the gun was simply too old. It might show up during hunting, but was scorned on the battlefield.

But indeed, the Mosin-Nagant was a fine weapon from the moment it was made, and even now, well, in Ashraf’s hands it remained a fine weapon.

Watching Ashraf load the bullets, Gao Yuan also observed him lying there for a long time, surveying. Finally, he pointed in a direction and tilted his head towards Gao Yuan.

Gao Yuan leaned in, looking in the direction Ashraf had indicated.

Without night vision, Gao Yuan could see nothing. Though dawn was breaking, discerning anything beyond a hundred meters was still next to impossible.

But Gao Yuan quickly came to a realization that if he, spoiled by night vision goggles, couldn’t see anything, might the enemy be in the same plight?

Li Yang and his group dared not use pulse rounds because they would become sitting ducks without their night vision, surrounded as they were, but Gao Yuan’s situation was different—he had space, a vast expanse to utilize, and dawn was approaching.

Gao Yuan was momentarily lost in thought, and when he snapped back to his senses, he saw Ashraf drawing four lines in the sand, then pointing in a direction.

There were four people there, understood, Gao Yuan nodded.

Ashraf then pointed in another direction, his finger dragging lines through the sand. After many lines were drawn, he nodded and pointed at the marks in the sand.

There were eight people on this side, four on one side, eight on the other.

After showing Gao Yuan the directions, Ashraf swallowed hard, patted Gao Yuan, pointed in the direction where fewer people were, mimed running, and then raising his hand in a gesture before tapping his gun and making gunshot noises.

"You want me to draw the enemy out while you take the chance to shoot them? Okay, got it," Gao Yuan nodded enthusiastically.

Gao Yuan nodded repeatedly as Ashraf first indicated the four marks on the ground with a mock gunshot expression, tilting his head and sticking his tongue out to show the enemies being finished off. Then using two fingers, he drew an arc in the sand, raising his hand after, making more gunshot noises.

This time, Ashraf made the sound eight times.

Gao Yuan laughed and said, "One shot per man, you sure are confident. Alright! I’ll draw the enemy out."

Gao Yuan nodded, picked up the grenade pouch, and mimed a running posture.

Ashraf nodded, then gestured towards his left wrist, where no watch was, but which clearly meant ’time’, and he pointed at the sky, implying the urgency of acting before the drones returned.

Gao Yuan exhaled sharply, nodded, pointed toward the direction with only four people, gave a thumbs-up, and then set off running.

Muttering under his breath, Ashraf set his rifle on the sand, his entire focus on where the enemy could be hiding.

Gao Yuan circled wide as he ran, fast without pushing the limits of human speed, and as he neared the enemy’s location, a flash suddenly caught his eye.

First came the flash of light, then the sound of a bullet flying, and finally the crack of gunfire. By that time, Gao Yuan had already thrown himself to the ground.

Immediately afterward, another shot rang out, and this time it was Ashraf’s gun.

The sound of the Mosin-Nagant was very distinctive, crisp, and thus the Shenzhou People had given it a pleasant name called Water Droplets.

Now, Gao Yuan felt that the sound was truly pleasing to the ear.

The only pity was that Ashraf’s interval between shots was somewhat long because he had to work the bolt-action, and this shooting step indeed affected the rate of fire, greatly so.

Calculating that Ashraf had finished working the bolt, Gao Yuan suddenly leaped up and hurled a grenade toward the enemy’s hiding spot, then rapidly charged forward.

Gao Yuan was determined to force the enemy to fire at him, preferably standing up to shoot.

Sure enough, the enemy fired. Gao Yuan dropped to the ground as fast as he could, while Ashraf’s gun did not sound. That was because the angle was not right, and Ashraf couldn’t make the shot.

It didn’t matter. Gao Yuan rose again. He had already spotted the enemy’s position. All he needed to do was change direction, and the enemy would have to expose their cover to shoot at him.

That’s exactly what Gao Yuan did, and this time, even before the enemy could fire, Ashraf’s gun went off first, and then an enemy’s head drooped down and never lifted again.

Damn impressive, undeniable. Gao Yuan kept his finger on the pin of a grenade he had already pulled, and now he lobbed the grenade in the rough direction where the enemy was likely hiding. It was just a blind throw, but before the grenade even exploded, someone jumped out, yelling loudly and suddenly lunged forward.

Gao Yuan was shocked; his luck was so good that a random throw could hit the mark.

The grenade exploded, and the person trying to escape it stumbled forward a few steps and then collapsed on the ground. However, Gao Yuan knew it was Ashraf’s shot that got him, not his grenade.

If Gao Yuan had known where someone really was, he would have controlled the explosion time of the grenade, allowing it to detonate in mid-air, but although the man just now had time to run away, he couldn’t escape Ashraf’s deadly shot.

Just then, other enemies started firing at Gao Yuan, and it was intense.

It was not completely dark now, but visibility was definitely poor. Therefore, at a distance of three to four hundred meters, the enemy couldn’t possibly aim precisely at Gao Yuan.

Gao Yuan suddenly had an idea.

This fight, if recorded, would surely make a significant mark in the history of special operations, teaching people how a combat of named targets, not sniping but with a frightening level of precision, was fought under almost zero-visibility conditions.

Gao Yuan lay on the ground, took out another grenade, and he dared not rise. The enemy didn’t either. But any sand dune or depression that might be housing the enemy would be where Gao Yuan threw his grenades.

He eyed a spot, threw a grenade, and after the explosion, no one came out. But it was fine, Gao Yuan promptly threw another.

Although he couldn’t inform Ashraf where to shoot in advance, Gao Yuan believed Ashraf could handle it. There was only one last enemy left upfront if Ashraf’s judgment was accurate.

This time, there really was someone. But instead of someone jumping out, someone threw back the grenade Gao Yuan had just lobbed.

Then, a person screamed in English at the top of his lungs, "Fuck You! Bitch! Fuck you..."

The "you" in that curse was dragged out long.

Gao Yuan smiled, held the grenade, and pulled the pin. He waited a moment, then threw the grenade right as it exploded mid-air.

Now everything was quiet. All four enemies were taken care of, and Gao Yuan had dealt with one himself.

Gao Yuan immediately got up and ran like a madman toward the other enemies, of course, in an arc, and he did not zigzag much because he was sure the enemy hadn’t noticed him yet, let alone expected him to run so fast.

Approaching quickly, then Gao Yuan threw four grenades in one breath. As the fourth grenade exploded, Ashraf’s Mosin-Nagant finally rang out again.

Gao Yuan was certain that his four grenades had killed at least two people, and now that he had been spotted, but Ashraf had just killed another with a shot.

The tactic was a resounding success.

Earlier, Gao Yuan hoped for daylight because that’s when Ashraf could come into play, but now he wished the light would hold back a bit because in the dark, Ashraf had the absolute advantage.

This is what they call the wheel of fortune turning; it was Ashrf’s turn now.

Gao Yuan could only continue to lie low on the ground, and without movement from the enemy, Ashraf would lack the opportunity to shoot. But at this moment, the enemy finally panicked.

They had been chasing Gao Yuan, but at this instant, they decided to retreat.

When the first person stood up to run, Ashraf didn’t fire. The second person ran, and Ashraf still didn’t fire. Just as Gao Yuan was puzzled about why Ashraf hadn’t yet shot, he saw all the enemies stand up and then frantically scatter in three directions. freēwēbnovel.com

And at this point, Ashraf finally took his shot.