132: Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One: Coming for a Dip 132: Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One: Coming for a Dip The camera shattered upon impact, and the armored vehicle without vision immediately halted.
As the armored vehicle stopped, about a hundred opposition soldiers poured in from three breaches, and some who had already entered the bunker also charged out.
They all headed toward the bunker complex where Gao Yang and his comrades were positioned, including the armored vehicle that had wiped out their flank’s bunker complex, which slowly and oppressively turned around and made its way over.
At this time, from several remaining bunkers around Gao Yang’s position, the Sirte soldiers finally began to shoot again, knocking down a swath of the encroaching opposition soldiers.
The opposition forces quickly hit the ground but didn’t stop; instead, they began to crawl forward.
Gao Yang targeted the approaching opposition soldiers with his bullets, by now losing track of how many he had killed.
He was only aware that he had emptied four 20-round magazines, and the fifth was about to run out.
Gao Yang’s hit rate was almost one shot per target, but the opposition soldiers, who had reached the entrance to Gaddafi’s palace and suffered heavy casualties, were not going to give up.
They didn’t flee after taking some casualties as Gao Yang had hoped but slowly and firmly advanced toward the bunker complex.
Li Jinfang and Cui Bo’s M4 rifles were now able to exert their power, with both men constantly performing precise shooting.
Li Jinfang’s grenade launcher would always manage to suppress the opposition soldiers just as they prepared to charge.
Glolov never ceased firing his machine gun.
With the skirmish line advancing upon him, suppressive fire was no longer useful, so Glolov kept to short bursts instead of wasting rounds on continuous suppression.
Despite Glolov’s use of short bursts, the intervals were extremely short, and after firing four belt links in quick succession, the newly changed barrel was showing a dark red hue.
If he didn’t change the barrel, there was a high chance the bullets would explode inside it.
Seeing the skirmish line getting closer, Glolov yelled, “Change the barrel, no, water, pour water!”
Frey shouted, “We don’t have water anymore, we’ve drunk it all!”
Glolov stopped firing, intending to change the barrel.
But upon seeing the opposition soldiers stand and crouch to charge, he immediately changed his mind.
Since he was the only one able to provide reliable sustained fire, he didn’t want to waste time changing barrels and bellowed, “Idiots, pee!”
Frey immediately understood what Glolov meant, but with a distressed expression, he yelled, “No pee, I’ve wet my pants!”
Glolov glanced at Frey’s soaked groin, roared in frustration, and then ordered, “Then switch the barrel, quick!”
No sooner had Glolov finished speaking than Cui Bo lunged next to him, unzipped his pants, and started peeing on Glolov’s machine gun.
As steam hissed and rose with a sizzling sound, an unpleasant odor immediately filled the bunker.
As Cui Bo relieved himself on Glolov’s machine gun, Glolov stood motionless, continuing to fire.
Cui Bo’s urine was both plentiful and forceful, unavoidably splashing onto Glolov’s hands and face.
Yet Glolov seemed not to notice, just kept his head down and continued firing.
After finishing peeing, Cui Bo didn’t even have time to zip up before he immediately hugged his rifle and resumed shooting.
After Cui Bo was done, Li Jinfang immediately stood by Glolov’s side and, just like Cui Bo, unzipped to urinate onto the overheated barrel.
Although the urine was like a drop in the bucket for the red-hot barrels, it ultimately managed to significantly reduce their temperature, buying some precious time.
After emptying a belt of ammunition and once again suppressing the charging opposition soldiers to the ground, Glolov immediately roared, “Change the gun barrel now, quickly!”
By this time, Frey had already pulled himself out of his hysterical panic.
Although still somewhat afraid, he was at least able to deftly do his job.
Quickly cooperating with Glolov to change the barrel, he then shouted, “We’re down to our last ammo belt!”
It was at this moment that Gao Yang noticed the armored vehicle with the damaged camera starting to move again.
The vehicle stopped about fifty meters away from Gao Yang and his men.
By then, about six or seven opposition infantry had taken cover behind the armored vehicle.
As the vehicle slowly started up, those infantry followed behind, advancing forward.
If these soldiers came too close to the bunker, no matter what they intended to use to destroy it, Gao Yang and his men, with their limited shooting angles inside the bunker, could only watch helplessly.
Although he kept firing at the advancing infantry, Gao Yang’s attention had never left the armored vehicle – he was afraid that someone inside might fire a rocket again.
But seeing the vehicle move once more, he immediately shifted his rifle back.
A slender observation slot had opened up at the driver’s position on the left side of the armored vehicle, thirty centimeters long and only five centimeters wide, through which the driver observed the surroundings to restart the vehicle’s advance.
Taking a lesson from his experience with the camera, Gao Yang didn’t aim for long, but fired immediately after a quick aim.
The first shot was fired just as the vehicle dipped slightly downward, the bullet struck above the observation slot.
In the second shot, the bullet hit below the slot.
The vehicle had now reached a terrain pockmarked by mortar fire, full of dips and bumps, and it continuously jolted up and down as it moved.
The uneven ground saved the armored vehicle driver many times, but Gao Yang remained calm and composed, showing no signs of impatience, just firing shot after shot while hurriedly contemplating his shooting strategy.
The armored vehicle was only about thirty meters away from the bunker, and Gao Yang didn’t know what the vehicle intended to do.
After emptying a magazine, Gao Yang, having reloaded a new one, also decided on his strategy.
Watching the road in front of the vehicle, when he saw it entering a shallow pit and about to lift its front again, he fired at the spot he had preemptively aimed at.
The bullet sparked off the top edge of the observation slot and finally entered through the firing hole, but Gao Yang couldn’t tell if his shot had hit the driver behind the slot.
However, he was certain he had found the right method.
If one shot didn’t work, then he’d just keep shooting.
Just as Gao Yang was preparing to keep shooting, he saw the armored vehicle suddenly veer slightly off course.
Its front, which had been heading straight for their bunker, now veered off slightly before picking up speed, its rear belching thick smoke as it charged forward.
The armored vehicle suddenly accelerated, unexpectedly exposing the infantry following behind it.
Glolov and Li Jinfang seized the opportunity.
With a burst of fire, they quickly mowed down those soldiers.