The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 413 - 406 Like an Apple

The bombing had ceased, but formations were completely scattered, and so were people’s hearts.

The commander of the Sanitation Worker was still confused; he didn’t know what had happened. According to his experience, he thought that the explosion had been a grenade, but his experience also told him a grenade couldn’t explode like that—it wasn’t scientific.

It was like a person seeing a fire; his experience and common sense told him it was indeed a fire; he wouldn’t need to put his hand into it to know. However, this fire was burning on the water surface, and experience told him water couldn’t catch fire, so naturally, he felt confused.

Perhaps there was some scientific reason that could explain how fire could burn on water, whether it was marsh gas or oil floating on the surface. The problem was whether the person about to be burned by this fire had the inclination to investigate.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat! Fuck! Move it..."

The commander’s voice was hoarse from shouting. At this point, he certainly knew a disorderly retreat would lead to many deaths, but they were already disoriented and incapable of mounting an effective resistance, so what else to do but retreat rather than wait to die?

Surely saving whoever you could was the priority. Even if that meant pulling back some distance, reorganizing the formations, figuring out what had happened, and then attacking again—anything but staying put and continuing to take indiscriminate fire.

The commander jumped off the vehicle, and as he shouted, he was also speaking through a walkie-talkie, so everyone who heard his order turned and began running. A few tried to retreat while fighting back, but such brave souls were immediately targeted, and bullets would precisely take down everyone attempting an orderly retreat.

One must not panic, for panic guarantees chaos, and chaos surely leads to disaster.

The commander struggled to tell himself to stay calm, calm, and even calmer; losing his cool now meant total ruin. Yet as he was reminding himself of this, he spotted a figure, or what appeared to be a figure, sprinting incredibly fast toward them.

It was just an illusion, right?

It must be an illusion, right?

The commander rubbed his eyes subconsciously, only to realize it was no illusion, because the super speedy figure had already rushed up to him.

This incredibly quick person was, of course, Gao Yuan. There was no one else it could be.

In fact, Gao Yuan knew he should have taken cover after throwing the grenade, but seeing the enemy in complete disarray, it’d be a waste not to take advantage of the situation.

So Gao Yuan, in a very cool pose, drew the long sword and Steel Mace strapped to his back and immediately ran towards the enemy.

A mere distance of less than three hundred meters, a matter of less than ten seconds.

So less than ten seconds after the grenade explosions had stopped, by the time the commander had decided to retreat and given the order, Gao Yuan was already behind them.

There was no need to swing his sword. Gao Yuan held his blade level, and as he swept past an enemy soldier, the soldier didn’t even realize he had been cleaved in two; as he turned around, his upper body completed the motion, but his lower body did not.

Scoring a hit with one stroke, without pausing, Gao Yuan lightly swung the Steel Mace, striking a soldier wearing a bulletproof vest. The soldier’s helmet immediately caved in and got stuck where his neck used to be.

By now, Gao Yuan had already reached the front of that commander.

Although the uniforms were the same and there were no insignia of rank or division, there was no mistaking who the commander was.

In front of that commander, who was utterly confused and couldn’t distinguish whether he was dreaming or facing reality, Gao Yuan stopped.

Gao Yuan planted his knife into the ground, then he grabbed the rifle from the commander’s hand, casually tossed it backwards, hitting an enemy soldier beside him and causing blood to splatter. With a swift stretch of his right hand, he seized the commander’s clothes.

With a sudden burst, Gao Yuan’s right hand gripped the collar of the commander’s neck, dragging him along as his captive’s legs knocked against the ground, while his left hand carried the Steel Mace. He ran straight and fast towards Li Jingang.

Daydreaming on the battlefield is extremely dangerous, but at the moment when Gao Yuan, as if no one else was there, casually captured a prisoner and immediately ran off with him, the battlefield no longer seemed like a battlefield.

Ralph halted his steps, his mouth slightly ajar, watching the running Gao Yuan, and his subordinates also stopped in their tracks, forgetting to shoot, forgetting that the enemy might shoot at them, just standing there foolishly asking, "Boss, is that Gao Yuan?"

Green Hat was firing the machine gun, but now he stopped shooting, muttering softly, "Am I seeing ghosts?"

Li Jingang had been advancing rapidly forward, and he had to be vigilant, watching if the enemy still held a will to fight, meaning if the enemy was stubborn he had to eliminate them quickly. However, at this moment, he saw Gao Yuan rushing directly at him with a human figure in hand.

Gao Yuan started to brake when he was still a dozen meters away from Li Jingang, and by the time he reached Li Jingang, he stopped perfectly at the right distance.

Gao Yuan extended his right hand, and the commander’s hands were both grabbing onto his wrist.

Just like passing an apple, Gao Yuan loosened his grip, let the commander tumble backwards onto the ground with a thud, and instinctively stomped on the commander’s chest, saying, "Caught a live one for you."

Li Jingang nodded woodenly, and Gao Yuan turned around, bent at the waist, and sprinted toward the enemy once again.

Now, Gao Yuan wasn’t running too fast; he was flying too low. He returned to the place he had just left, pulled out the knife planted in the ground, and with a diagonal leap, he chopped down an enemy in two as he landed.

Gao Yuan frowned. He didn’t want to be this violent and bloody, but once his speed increased, even a gentle swing of his knife required his arm to withstand tremendous force. Consequently, the outcome for anyone hit by the blade was sealed.

When Gao Yuan turned his head and saw the nearest enemy was just ten meters away, holding a gun, he charged again.

Gao Yuan suddenly raised his knife because if he didn’t, he would have decapitated the enemy with his blade.

After he had quickly raised his knife at an angle, the enemy he was eyeing completed the motion of kneeling and raising his gun. If Gao Yuan hadn’t been much quicker than his enemy, his target wouldn’t have had the chance to perform the full standard action of surrendering.

Kneeling on the ground, he raised his gun over his head, and the somewhat slow lucky one yelled, "I surrender!"

After shouting ’I surrender,’ the lucky one who completed the kneeling seemed to have lost all his strength. He fell forward, his gun thrown from his hand, and lay there face down on the ground, then he said again, trembling, "I surrender! God, don’t kill me..."