120: Chapter One Hundred Nineteen: Can’t Beat You to Death 120: Chapter One Hundred Nineteen: Can’t Beat You to Death The cabin was stuffy and hot, but it was even hotter outside.
As summer began, hot winds from the Sahara Desert could heat the temperature in Tripoli up to fifty degrees.
Although it wasn’t quite so exaggerated now, the temperature was still at least around forty degrees.
Just staying idle in the cabin wasn’t a solution, so Gao Yang and the others started by cleaning their guns, disassembling each one and wiping them down and oiling them inside and out.
Except for Gao Yang, the others’ guns were all newly acquired, so they certainly needed a good clean before they could rest easy.
After cleaning their guns and finding nothing else to do, Glolov started teaching Frey how to quickly change the ammunition belt and the barrel.
Although they couldn’t fire, it was enough to familiarize Frey with his duties.
Meanwhile, Cui Bo borrowed Gao Yang’s M1A and practiced aiming by himself at the firing hole, choosing a target and going through the process from calculating the distance to estimating the trajectory until finally completing a simulated shot.
Gao was loading his new high-precision bullets into the magazine.
He had brought a hundred of his own hand-reloaded bullets from South Africa, which filled five magazines.
Now he had cleared out the ordinary bullets from another five magazines and replaced them with the high-precision bullets Uriyangko had helped him buy.
Gao now had a total of four hundred high-precision bullets at hand, enough to support him in combat for a long time.
When it was finally six o’clock in the afternoon, Gao Yang heard some commotion among the Libyan soldiers outside.
He glanced out and saw that two trucks had arrived and were distributing food and water.
Not long after, he heard Harris shouting from outside the cabin, “Guys, come on out and get your food and water.”
Gao Yang and the others walked out of the cabin and realized that there were at least eighty people on the position, which seemed to be made up of two infantry platoons and two anti-aircraft gunner squad members.
Everyone came out of the cabin and lined up to receive their food and water.
This was when Gao Yang also spotted the other eight members of the Black Fire Mercenary Corps, besides Harris.
As a warrior, especially as a mercenary, one must never be separated from their weapons, so even while collecting food, Gao Yang and his companions also carried their guns, as did the members of the Black Fire Mercenary Corps, who also carried their own weapons.
All nine members of the Black Fire Mercenary Corps were black, but their weapons and equipment seemed decent.
They all wore American-style desert camouflage.
Particularly, including Harris, five of them were armed with FAL rifles.
Of the other four, one had an M60 machine gun, and the remaining three carried AK47s; two of them also had an RPG7 rocket launcher on their backs, and the other one, besides his gun, carried four rocket missiles.
Dinner consisted of a large flatbread and a can for each person, along with a four-liter jug of water.
In the hot July, water was much more important than food.
Four liters of water per day was the minimum guarantee for survival.
After the Satan Mercenaries had received their food and drink, Harris shouted loudly, “All right, put your stuff down and come on, Frog, let’s see what you’ve got.”
There were many open spaces between the sandbagged positions and the cabins.
After randomly choosing a spot, Harris removed his encumbrances and placed them to his side, did a few stretching exercises, and then watched Lee Jinfang with a predatory look.
Li Jinfang also took off his gear and handed it to Cui Bo, who was standing nearby to hold for him.
Then he walked straight up to two meters in front of Harris, twisted his neck, cracked his knuckles, and said solemnly, “Come on.”
Gao Yang and the others stood behind Lee Jinfang, while the Black Fire Mercenary Corps members lined up behind Harris, laughing and joking.
Someone even shouted out loud, “Boss, show that guy what for.”
Grollov meanwhile raised his fist and roared, “Toad, don’t hold back, let him know what you’re made of.”
Both sides were cheering on their teammates, while Harris and Lee Jinfang just stared at each other, neither willing to make the first move.
Harris raised his fists, guarding his chest and face, his body slightly leaning forward, and his feet continuously making small shifting jumping movements.
On the other hand, Lee Jinfang stood motionless, his hands naturally hanging down, casually sticking one foot forward, and looking at Harris nonchalantly.
Harris’s movement was in a classic boxing stance, but being a big guy standing 1.95 meters tall, his protective stance seemed somewhat inappropriate in front of Lee Jinfang, who was much shorter.
At that moment, Grollov shouted loudly, “Don’t be fooled by him, watch out for Harris’s grappling.”
As soon as Glolov’s words left his mouth, Harris suddenly threw a punch that seemed like a probing jab.
However, after Lee Jinfang dodged it by tilting his head, Harris’s fist unexpectedly opened and reached for Lee Jinfang’s shoulder.
Lee Jinfang casually swatted away Harris’s hand, then his body surged forward.
He lightly kicked at Harris’s knee and immediately leaped backward.
By the time Glolov’s warning to Lee Jinfang had finished, Lee Jinfang had already exchanged blows with Harris.
And after leaping back a distance of two meters, Lee Jinfang immediately extended his hand to Harris and said, “Stop, hold back, you have already lost.”
After stopping his intent to pursue further, Harris said with a blank expression, “What are you talking about?
We haven’t even started, have we?
What do you mean?”
A man behind Harris shouted loudly, “Boss, he’s bluffing you, go get him, throw him out hard!”
Cui Bo and the others were also puzzled, and Glolov asked in astonishment, “Toad, what are you up to?”
Only Gao Yang knew what had happened, realizing that if Lee Jinfang had not held back and had kicked Harris’s knee with full force, one of Harris’s legs would have been crippled.
Indeed, Lee Jinfang said with a helpless expression, “I just tapped your knee with my foot, didn’t you feel it?”
Harris shook his head.
Lee Jinfang said helplessly, “Alright, I understand, let’s go again.”
Harris shrugged his shoulders, and after setting his stance again, he suddenly lunged at Lee Jinfang with a left hook while bobbing and weaving.
With his tall stature and long arms, Harris’s punches were almost always aimed at the head of Lee Jinfang, who was a full head shorter.
This time, Lee Jinfang didn’t dodge; his right arm swung out, blocking Harris’s punch with a hard meet.
His left hand, with unbelievable speed, slapped harshly onto Harris’s swinging right fist.
As he knocked down Harris’s right fist, Lee Jinfang crouched and lunged forward as if intending to crash into Harris’s embrace.
However, his foot had already kicked out again.
This time, Lee Jinfang didn’t kick at Harris’s knee or ankle, as kicking those parts with too much force could easily hurt Harris seriously.
Lee Jinfang aimed for the shin, just above the ankle, and this time he put a lot more strength into his kick, causing Harris’s body to uncontrollably pitch forward.
Harris’s body had completely lost control, but Lee Jinfang didn’t use any overly brutal moves like a chokehold or a strike to the back of the head.
Instead, with his left hand in a blocking gesture, his right fist, holding back its power, struck, landing a punch in Harris’s abdomen.
Harris’s mouth opened wide, emitting a deep hoarse sound.
He clutched his abdomen, kneeling in front of Lee Jinfang, but soon after falling to the ground, Harris quickly rolled over and lay on the ground.
Lee Jinfang spread his hands with a look of helplessness and said, “Do you understand what I meant this time?
Don’t worry, I was very measured with my strikes; it will only hurt for a little while, and I promised Big Dog, I definitely won’t kill you.”
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