The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 612 - 605 A False Sense of Security

Gao Yuan found the sensation he had always wanted, the one he had always been trying to find.

The steady advance, disregarding everything else, as each enemy that appeared in his sight fell to the ground, dead. Even those unseen by him were dying one after another.

Whenever there was a need for continuous fire to suppress the enemy, Grolyov’s machine gun would fire on cue, neither early nor late.

An anti-aircraft gun mounted on the rooftop, capable of targeting both air and ground, immediately turned its barrels towards Gao Yuan’s five-man squad upon spotting them. However, before the barrels could swing around, Ram snapped off two shots, killing the two operators at their positions.

While Ram was firing, Grolyov strafed a machine gun emplacement with his machine gun, sending bullets skimming over the sandbags, killing the exposed gunner first and then preventing the assistant gunner hiding behind from daring to raise his head.

Using less than twenty bullets, he silenced a machine gun post manned by four men with two guns so thoroughly that Grolyov suddenly ceased fire. Then, the suppressed enemy immediately started shooting, firing first before even poking their heads out to aim when Ram took two more shots.

One shot to the head, another to the face, and then Ram quickly swiveled his barrel.

Not willing to waste a single bullet or half a second, a well-positioned machine gun post blocking the intersection was thus neutralized.

The resolution was swift, clean, and decisive.

Gao Yuan didn’t notice any swarms of enemies appearing. Whatever he could see were scattered, concealed, revealing only half a head, or even just the barrel of a gun. Yet the two men behind him with their two guns could sweep clear every enemy in sight and out of sight.

What kind of feeling was this? It was the false sense of security that could only arise after enemies were eliminated before they could pose a threat.

Despite being surrounded in a heavy encirclement, with enemies all around, and the enemies were not just fools who mindlessly charged with their guns, they still couldn’t mount any effective resistance.

Indeed, hundreds or even thousands of enemies were unable to effectively resist a small squad of five.

The power of the God of Guns, Ram, turned out to be truly realized in such a battlefield that should have been desperation.

And the machine gun artist, well, this was what a machine gun artist truly was.

Art, the emphasis is on art, not just about how accurate the machine gunner can shoot, not only being able to engage in precise burst fire or sustaining suppressing fire on a target.

Art... is indescribable.

Among the machine gunners Gao Yuan knew, Cao Zhenjiang was a decent one, Green Hat was a very good one, but they were just good machine gunners, not machine gun artists.

When a machine gun artist fires, it’s like playing music, firing exactly when it’s supposed to and ceasing precisely when needed.

Grolyov’s index finger seemed to be plucking at the strings, not just pulling the trigger.

No wonder Grolyov, with only one hand, was still a member of this five-man assault team, still Satan’s chief machine gunner, still the best machine gunner in the entire Solar System.

Even if his left hand was just a simple prosthetic, Grolyov was still Big Dog.

With virtually no threat from behind, both Li Jinfang and Ailin fired only a few shots each. However, the enemies in front and to the sides were disappearing in an uncanny speed.

The five-man team slowly advanced a hundred meters. It was a slow but firm advance, moving forward by clearing all obstructions.

Illogical, unscientific, inexplicable.

But it did happen.

However, the pause for the five-member team finally came.

"Switch places!"

Grolyov suddenly said in a low voice, and then he immediately bent down and moved backward, while Li Jinfang quickly stepped forward, taking Grolyov’s place. Kneeling on one knee, he placed the machine gun on the ground, the iron hand on his left arm holding down the gun, and with his right hand, he opened the feed cover, placed a belt of ammunition inside, and then closed the cover. novelbuddy.cσ๓

This process was slow, more than twice as slow as a normal person, because if Grolyov’s left hand had been fully functional, he could have opened the feed cover with his left, directly inserted the ammunition belt with his right, and then retracted his right hand to grasp the handle while closing the feed cover with his left, ready to raise the gun again.

But Grolyov couldn’t do that, he was missing his left hand, and had to change the ammunition belt in an awkward way. This took too long, the length of time without firepower was too long, Li Jinfang and Ailin had to stand in with two guns to take his place.

It’s only after losing something that you realize what it’s worth. During those tens of seconds that Grolyov was reloading, Gao Yuan suddenly felt an even greater pressure.

As an MT, the bullets that struck his body said it all.

Gao Yuan’s shield was hit at least three times, and one bullet struck his faceplate, pushing against his nose, causing so much pain that tears and snot immediately flowed out.

This was a machine gun; though it couldn’t penetrate the Armored Beast’s shell-like shield, the impact could deal a heavy blow to Gao Yuan’s nose. For an ordinary person, such a strike could likely be fatal, but for Gao Yuan, it just meant tears and snot streaming down his face.

Ram killed the machine gunner, so Gao Yuan was no longer continuously shot at, but the enemy’s density was obvious, and it was also clear that their numbers were steadily increasing.

Grolyov finished reloading, raised the machine gun, and said in a low voice, "Switch places."

Li Jinfang stepped back quickly to the rear, and after Grolyov’s machine gun opened fire again, the pressure on Gao Yuan immediately lessened significantly.

The grey, less than five meters tall reinforced concrete building with a large footprint and an obvious steel gate was the place Gao Yuan and his team were set to storm into.

The enemy’s core position, the underground command center, the safest place for storing the Ark of the Covenant, three levels underground, capable of withstanding nuclear explosions, filtering chemical and biological weapons—an underground shelter.

Finally setting eyes on the underground shelter, Ram immediately said, "Toad, take over the shield, Nemesis, kill every single person you see!"

The Armored Beast’s shell was light, much lighter than steel, and for shields of similar defensive power, such as a heavy shield that could withstand 12.7 mm machine gun bullets, it was at least two-thirds lighter.

But the shell of an Armored Beast was also heavy, certainly heavier than bulletproof glass, and much, much heavier than shields made of fiberglass.

The shield in Gao Yuan’s hand, light as if it were nothing, required Li Jinfang to hold it with both hands and exert his full strength.

But as for Gao Yuan, he was finally free to charge.

Once Li Jinfang took over the shield, Gao Yuan immediately lept from his spot. While still in the air, he let out an uncontrollable, continuous howl.

When he landed, he was already ten meters away, and the enemy’s gunfire went silent instantly.

Gao Yuan stood in the middle of the street, his armor emitting a bewitching glow under the setting sun.

The enemy eventually reacted, but Gao Yuan, too, fully unleashed his speed.

With all his strength, he accelerated, charging at the enemy with a ferocious and wild posture, turning his figure into a blur.

Bullets hit Gao Yuan, rockets flew past him, but he seemed not to notice. Right now, Gao Yuan only knew one thing: kill all the enemies he could see, and ignore the rest.