The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 427 - 420 Want to Buy a Cheat?

The inside of the armored vehicle was cramped, oppressive, and dark. It became even more crowded and stifling after squeezing in seven fully-armed men. At this time, the firing ports had to be open.

Armored vehicles are designed for combat, not comfort. Safety is the priority.

But looking out through the narrow firing port, one saw a yellow face and a pair of indifferent eyes. It was a shock that the armored infantry could never have imagined.

Then consider another scenario, you’re sitting on a plane, looking out the window, and suddenly, right outside the window next to you, is a face coldly staring at you.

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A sharp scream immediately rang out.

Gao Yuan had frightened someone badly, and he, too, was startled. Gao Yuan’s response was to immediately throw his head back and then, instinctively, he stuffed a grenade into the firing port, dropping it into the crew compartment.

How terrifying, enough to scare someone to death.

Startled, Gao Yuan quickly ran a few steps, then he started to run parallel to the armored vehicle’s cab.

During combat, the BMP-1 Infantry Fighting Vehicle’s driver would snug into the cab for better protection, but when marching, especially when speeding up to make haste, the driver would stick half his body out of the cab, just to the left of the 73mm low-pressure smoothbore gun, enjoying the wind rushing past.

Forget about ergonomics with Russian equipment, don’t expect any comfort, let alone air conditioning or comfy seats. Being able to cram people inside and safely deliver them to the 400-meter assault position is the only function of an Infantry Fighting Vehicle.

Gao Yuan was parallel with the armored vehicle’s driver again; he first threw a grenade in from behind the driver, and then he shouted, "Hey, wanna buy it?"

The driver first turned his head to look, then looked back at Gao Yuan, his eyes almost popping out in a moment of petrification followed by extreme panic. Without hesitation, he immediately shrank down, and then, the grenade exploded.

The problem is that the BMP-1 also has a turret, and since this is an Infantry Fighting Vehicle, the driver’s cab is not connected with the rear crew compartment yet, which means a grenade alone might not solve the problem.

The grenade exploded, and the armored vehicle violently swerved to the left. Gao Yuan thought for a moment, deciding to completely end the trouble, so he dodged back and stuffed another grenade into the observation port at the rear of the armored vehicle.

The crew compartment was indeed very cramped, but what if a single grenade couldn’t solve the problem completely? Wiping out all the infantry inside the Infantry Fighting Vehicle was far less trouble than letting them out and dealing with them then.

Tanks and armored vehicles are like rampaging bulls, but even the biggest, strongest bull can’t kill a wasp buzzing around its rear.

A tank is the infantry’s natural adversary. In the era before anti-tank missiles, it often cost the infantry dearly to deal with a tank, but Gao Yuan was no ordinary infantryman, he was a superhero.

So, Gao Yuan was the natural adversary of tanks and armored vehicles.

A few dozen infantrymen setting up machine guns and forming a defensive ring, Gao Yuan wouldn’t dare to approach rashly. But a bunch of infantry crammed into an Infantry Fighting Vehicle and launching a high-speed assault, that was like meatballs sealed in a can to Gao Yuan—easily consumed however he wished, all that was needed was to open that iron can.

Moreover, until now, the enemy had not detected Gao Yuan, this superhero who chased and attacked the speeding tanks and armored vehicles from behind.

But Gao Yuan’s luck had run out because the enemy had finally spotted the truck they had been driving.

Gao Yuan guaranteed, he swore, if he had known the enemy would approach at such speed in that manner, he would surely not have chosen to drive a vehicle to meet them.

What would be the consequences if the enemy discovered the truck? They would immediately enter combat mode.

The tank commander entered the interior of the tank, closed the top hatch, and Infantry Fighting Vehicle drivers also entered their cabins and shut their doors, sealing themselves inside metal cans to charge at the enemy’s bullets and shells.

They would also reduce speed because it’s obviously not conducive to spotting and eliminating the enemy while moving at high speed.

Gao Yuan watched as several armored vehicle drivers climbed into their cabins, and their speed began to slow. At that moment, the enemy would definitely start making continuous calls, notifying each other of their findings, coordinating, and the commander assigning tasks to unfold in a certain formation to face the enemy.

Gao Yuan ran towards the nearest armored vehicle; seeing the driver climb in, he immediately jumped on, propping his hand against the hatch cover as the driver was pulling it down.

Gao Yuan squatted in front of the driver, whose right hand was on the hatch cover, looking up at Gao Yuan in extreme shock.

With a release of his left hand, the hand grenade fell from the driver’s chest down to his groin area, and then bounced a bit and landed at the driver’s feet.

"Uh, uh, uh..."

The driver made a nonsensical squawk, like a rooster whose throat had been seized, while Gao Yuan shook his left hand and suddenly used his right hand to slam shut the hatch cover.

With a muffled "puff," the hatch smashed the driver into the cabin, and then Gao Yuan felt a muffled "bang" under his feet, and even felt a slight vibration.

Gao Yuan leaped off again, landing on the ground.

By now, the enemy must have noticed something was amiss.

The turrets of two of the armored vehicles had already turned towards the truck, and they were decelerating violently because BMP-1 armored vehicles are incapable of firing accurately on the move. No, they can fire, but they can’t hit their targets.

Gao Yuan guessed that the enemy had discovered they could no longer communicate with the tanks, and he was right. After an armored vehicle stopped, a commander emerged from the top hatch of the turret and looked back.

Gao Yuan was very close to this commander, so he could clearly see the extremely shocked and panicked expression on the face of the one surveying the situation.

Gao Yuan threw a hand grenade at him.

He could hit the head of a wild chicken, let alone a human head – such a big target was of course a hit on the first throw.

The commander’s head exploded on impact. Gao Yuan was now overly excited and unconsciously used too much force, so the hand grenade did not fall inside the hatch.

Gao Yuan had some trouble with unopened tin cans, but for armored vehicles with hatches open, that was easy pickings— if one hand grenade didn’t do the job, just throw another one, simple.

There were no more enemies exposed outside. However, the enemy was now completely encircled, which was the optimal range for a rocket-propelled grenade to show its power.

For fighting tanks, the power of RPG-7 might not be enough, but it’s perfect against a BMP-1.

"Fire, fire!"

Gao Yuan shouted twice into the walkie-talkie, and then Ashraf immediately stood up from the bush where he was crouching and fired a rocket-propelled grenade at an armored vehicle less than fifty meters away from him.