661: Chapter 653: The God-Like Ram 661: Chapter 653: The God-Like Ram Twelve seriously wounded soldiers—Bruce operated on three of them, while the rest either died while waiting or were momentarily still alive but certain not to survive.
The IED attack primarily caused damage through shockwave effects and shrapnel.
The shrapnel injuries are straightforward, but shockwave effects damage the human body by compression and dynamic pressure impacts, causing internal organ damage, fractures, and concussions, among other injuries.
Those with shrapnel injuries had a better prognosis—if they didn’t die on the spot, there was a possibility of saving them.
However, those with dynamic pressure injuries suffered severe damage to almost all their internal organs, essentially what is colloquially referred to as their organs being “shattered.” Not only were the internal organs a problem, but the brain also suffered fatal concussions, leaving no chance for survival from such injuries.
After Bruce completed surgeries on the three who were less affected by the shockwave and suffered only shrapnel injuries, he waved his hand toward a soldier nearby and then pointed to a dead soldier whose abdomen was still open.
The body was brought next to Bruce, who began to silently sew up the incision on the abdomen.
He had only started and sewn a few stitches before his body swayed.
Bruce shook his head and said to the silently watching government soldiers, “Sorry, I can’t finish the job, I’m about to pass out.”
Regardless of whether the government soldiers understood him, Bruce’s head tilted, and he fell backward.
A Syrian soldier quickly caught him before he hit the ground.
Gao Yang was aware of Bruce’s condition, but apart from continuing to shoot, he was unable to do anything else.
The Rebel Army was getting desperate.
They repeatedly mounted attacks, and their numbers were even increasing continuously.
Not only were new rebels arriving from both the north and south sides of the highway, but even from the eastern and western sides of the road.
This meant that Gao Yang and his team shifted from being attacked from two sides to engaging the Rebel Army on four fronts simultaneously.
The Rebel Army knew that government reinforcements were on their way.
They wanted to eliminate the remaining government forces and withdraw before the reinforcements arrived, so they intensified their offensive, even mobilizing ambush forces that might have been meant for attacking the reinforcements.
“Artillery support!
Enemies to the northwest!
Fire rapidly!”
Cui Bo yelled with all his might.
Then, after waiting for about ten seconds, Tommy completed his aiming, followed by the rapid drop of six shells.
The lethality of a 120 mm mortar shell was not simply twice that of a 60 mm mortar shell—the difference in the effect on personnel was incomparable.
After a continuous rapid firing, the attacking Rebel Army was forced to drop to the ground, their assault temporarily halted.
The government forces brought two mortars.
Tommy couldn’t operate both simultaneously, but he could aim each at two main directions; he would operate whichever was more urgent.
He only needed to handle the aiming, while naturally, soldiers loaded the shells.
Gao Yang’s side consistently had the least pressure.
Gao Yang had the capability to suppress enemies on one front by himself; unless the enemy charged in overwhelming numbers, he could take down each advancing enemy.
The attacks launched by the rebels were at most groups of several dozen men.
With one person and one gun, Gao Yang kept his direct opponents from advancing a step further.
People tend not to have strong feelings about someone or something that is constantly around them.
The members of the Satan Mercenary Corps had grown accustomed to Gao Yang’s presence, as well as his capabilities and roles, so they weren’t particularly impressed by what he achieved.
However, for others, it was a different story.
Now Gao Yang had become a godlike figure in the eyes of those Syrian soldiers.
The main combat distance was maintained between six hundred to eight hundred meters—a range where a marksman could not guarantee shooting effectiveness.
It was challenging to hit the enemy, but whenever Gao Yang fired, someone fell, forcing the Rebel Army members to lie down and refrain from raising their heads.
When the Rebel Army suddenly launched a fierce offensive with a charge of more than fifty men, getting within less than four hundred meters of Gao Yang, their rifles became effective.
However, it was also the time for Gao Yang to display his proficiency.
Although bullets travel fast, covering long distances requires time, making it very difficult to hit moving targets.
The relationship between time and space cannot be changed unless there is a significant technological breakthrough that completely replaces the current individual combat weapons system.
Otherwise, the difficulty in hitting distant targets with the existing weapons system remains a reality that cannot be changed.
But as the distance decreased, things changed.
Gao Yang had missed shots at moving targets beyond six hundred meters, but once the distance shrank to four hundred meters, it became his controlled zone of no life.
Gao Yang took down one target with each bullet, and he wasn’t firing at stationary targets, but at real, moving ones.
The cries of shock from the Syrian soldiers kept up without a break.
The young lieutenant officer lay beside Gao Yang, his eyes almost popping out.
At first, the officer quietly cheered every time Gao Yang fired a shot, but later, he stopped cheering and just watched as Gao Yang fired one shot after another.
Eventually, the soldiers at the south side of the highway felt meaningless, and the commanding officer simply ordered the men to be moved to the other three sides, leaving the entire southern flank of the highway under Gao Yang’s sole control.
An irreplaceable rifle, a kind of new, high-velocity bullet that represents the highest standard, created a legend of a marksman.
Of course, the most important factor in creating a legend is the person.
The title of the number one marksman didn’t come from nowhere.
Even if someone else took Gao Yang’s Blade of Satan and used the same bullets, they couldn’t achieve what Gao Yang had.
Otherwise, it would not be Gao Yang bearing the title of the number one marksman.
What should be more widely discussed in the Mercenary World should be the concept of the number one precision rifle.
There are many good rifles, but not just any rifle can be the best.
Thus, only one best marksman exists, and that’s Gao Yang.
Hence, the concept that the Ram from Satan Mercenary Corps is the number one marksman started spreading in the Mercenary World, rather than Satan Mercenary Corps’ Ram having the best rifle.
No matter what task or when, the most important factor is always the person.
As for his own achievements, Gao Yang actually didn’t feel much.
It had become routine for him; he felt he was just doing an ordinary job that wasn’t difficult.
He just needed to pull the trigger.
But in the eyes of others, especially those who knew about shooting, what Gao Yang achieved could genuinely shock and even inspire wonder and admiration.
Among the government army soldiers, there were two who used Dragunov sniper rifles.
They were called snipers, but the semi-automatic rifles they used were more like precision rifles, and their way of fighting was closer to that of marksmen than snipers.
On seeing Gao Yang’s performance—no, his show—the government sniper who was not on the same position as Gao Yang was okay, but the one fighting shoulder to shoulder with Gao Yang, facing the same direction, felt completely disheartened.
The sniper felt a strong curiosity when he saw the enemy in front of him keep falling, yet he had nothing to do with it.
So, he moved dozens of meters laterally across the battlefield just to find out exactly what was happening.
Hence, the sniper reached Gao Yang’s side and truly began to fight alongside him.
After firing a dozen bullets, possibly hitting one rebel, compared to Gao Yang who had already fired over twenty bullets without missing once, the sniper seriously doubted whether they were both using what was referred to as a “rifle.”
Shooters who care about precision place great importance on shooting rhythm, a kind of feeling.
Once you’ve got the feeling, you can create rhythm.
However, that sniper was puzzled to discover that the concept of shooting rhythm seemed utterly meaningless for Gao Yang.
When the rebel offense was intensifying, Gao Yang’s rifle hardly stopped.
Whenever there was an enemy to shoot at, Gao Yang would fire, with the rifle barrel moving from left to right, then right to left, firing as soon as he saw anyone in the scope.
There might be three consecutive shots, a pause, and then another sequence of four or five shots.
The firing rate varied between fast and slow, utterly devoid of any rhythm.
The government sniper doubted that Gao Yang’s shooting lacked rhythm but didn’t understand that no rhythm was Gao Yang’s rhythm.
He would shoot as needed without having to consider regulating his body, because at that moment of firing, he had already made all necessary adjustments.
It’s just that very few could achieve this, and the government sniper couldn’t grasp that level at all.
Glolov had already moved to a position to suppress the rebels coming from the west of the highway.
Since Gao Yang had essentially eliminated the enemy to the south, after observing Gao Yang’s combat method and outcomes, the government sniper finally resolved his doubts and then stood up and left for areas where he was needed more, rather than staying beside Gao Yang out of curiosity.
The young lieutenant officer didn’t watch anymore either; he went to command and join the battle.
All fire support from the government army’s position to the east shifted directions, even Tommy’s mortar shifted focus.
At last, Gao Yang truly took responsibility alone, with not even any onlookers to watch the action.
As he fought, Gao Yang discovered that there were no more viable targets on the entire southern side of the highway, while intense combat continued on the other three sides.
Even Glolov began calling for Tommy’s fire support as his machine gun was no longer sufficient for suppression.
Yet Gao Yang found himself with nothing left to do.
Finally, after confirming no further immediate threats in front of him for at least the short term, Gao Yang yelled, “Which side needs support?
I’m going over!”