771: Chapter 762: Let’s Talk It Over 771: Chapter 762: Let’s Talk It Over After giving Gao Yang a skeptical look, Bantuna shook his head repeatedly and said, “I don’t trust you.”
Gao Yang felt helpless.
Although he was absolutely confident in his gunmanship and could guarantee to keep the people inside the house from coming out, his plan was indeed risky, and the most critical point was that the risk involved Bantuna and the cost of the risk was life itself.
If it were Gao Yang, and someone offered him only ten thousand US dollars to carry out an operation with a high chance of death, he would also refuse.
With a helpless sigh, Gao Yang spread his hands and said, “The enemy is in the cabin, we can’t just charge in there, right?
How about you cover me, and I’ll man the heavy machine gun.”
But Bantuna still shook his head and said, “Boss, stop joking around.
With just a rifle to block the people in three houses, I’m not confident.
I don’t want to risk my life, and I don’t want to risk yours either.”
Gao Yang gave a wry smile and said, “So what do we do?
Just stay in a deadlock?
I told you, I’ll cover you.
I already told you, I’m a marksman, and right now I’m using an automatic rifle with a thirty-round magazine.
I’m confident that none of them will come out.”
With a frustrated rub of his head, Bantuna turned to Gao Yang and asked, “If you used an AK, could you perform with even half your current precision?”
“Half?
Hell no, that broken rifle where you have to pull the bolt after every shot is not up to my standard.
Like I said, I’m a marksman.
My shooting is not only accurate, but fast too.”
Bantuna pointed to the gun Gao Yang was holding and said, “But what you’re using now is just an AK47, and an AK47 can’t be as accurate as a sniper rifle.”
Gao Yang patted the rifle in his hand and said, “This is an AKM, though it looks similar to an AK47, there are differences.
Besides, whether AK rifles are accurate or not, depends on who is using them.”
After taking a few deep breaths, Bantuna loudly said, “Alright, I’ve decided to trust you, just don’t get me killed.
I’m telling you, me…
forget it, I’m going in.”
Gao Yang whistled and said, “Good, wait until I get within two hundred meters; then I’m even more confident.
Let’s go!”
As Gao Yang rapidly approached the guard post with Bantuna finally taking a few deep breaths and following quickly behind Gao.
After running a few dozen meters, a man half-emerged from a room and started spraying bullets in the direction of Gao Yang and Bantuna.
The sprinting Gao Yang stopped, knelt on one knee, and with a single shot, took out the soldier leaning out to shoot.
Bantuna hit the ground, but as soon as he had laid down, he realized that the crisis was over.
As Gao Yang started running forward again, Bantuna’s face twisted in astonishment, and he called out from the ground, “Wait for me, f**k, are you really that accurate?”
Bantuna wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself or to Gao Yang, but just watching Gao Yang fire that shot, his confidence in Gao surged because Gao had proven that even with an AK, it was still one shot, one kill.
When they were close to two hundred meters away, Gao Yang kneeled again and shouted, “Go!
Go!
Go!”
Bantuna ran swiftly, and the most dangerous moment was as he dashed towards the pickup truck.
Gao Yang didn’t lie down because shooting from a kneeling position allowed for faster adjustment.
He didn’t aim with one eye; he kept both eyes open, which enabled him to search for targets more quickly and shoot.
Five or six men burst out of the house on the left, and as they emerged, Gao Yang was faster at pulling the trigger.
He fired three bursts, killing two and wounding one, then the people rushing out retreated back into the house, leaving an injured soldier moaning and writhing by the door unable to crawl back the short distance to the safety of the house.
Gao Yang didn’t kill the wounded soldier.
He wanted to see if anyone would come out to drag the injured soldier back, but he realized he had overestimated the bravery of those soldiers.
Despite the injured soldier’s cries, no one came out from the house.
Bantuna quickly reached the pickup, slung his rifle over his shoulder, and hid behind the vehicle.
Over the radio, he urgently said, “I’m getting in the truck now, and once I’m in, I’m a live target, boss, don’t let me get shot, I’m going in!”
After speaking, Bantuna flipped into the bed of the pickup and, until that moment, his situation hadn’t been very dangerous, but as he stood up to man the heavy machine gun mounted on a tripod in the truck bed, his entire body was exposed.
Bantuna stood up, adjusted the direction of the heavy machine gun, and then he saw several people emerge simultaneously from three buildings.
His heartbeat hadn`t even started to quicken when Gao Yang fired two bursts, taking down two people before the rest quickly retreated back into the buildings.
“Damn accurate!”
After his exclamation, Bantuna racked the heavy machine gun and aimed the 12.7 mm caliber machine gun at the wooden house on the right.
“Haha, come on, you scum, feast on bullets!”
The machine guns mounted on the two pickup trucks were different; one was equipped with a PKM general-purpose machine gun, while the one on Bantuna’s truck had an NSV 12.7mm heavy machine gun.
A house built of wood was no different than one built of paper when faced with a 12.7mm caliber heavy machine gun.
Bantuna opened fire on the house, and the bullets pecked small holes on the walls of the wooden house, which didn’t seem to cause major damage from the outside.
But inside, it was a different story altogether; wood splinters and bullets flew together, large chunks of wood were ripped from the walls.
Even if not hit directly by the bullets, being struck by flying pieces of wood proved deadly.
It was just Bantuna’s poor handling of his machine gun.
Although the bullets barely hit the house, he couldn’t keep them in a straight line.
If it had been Glolov using the machine gun, he could have spelled out “DIE” on the house’s exterior walls clearly and legibly.
The sound of machine guns alone exerted different psychological pressures.
Bantuna’s imprecise firing was evident; those inside the wood house quickly couldn’t stand it anymore, and what appeared to be a white rag was thrown out from the doorway as if in fear that Gao Yang and Bantuna couldn’t understand their intention—a white cloth soon appeared mounted on a gun stock, waving through the air.
Seeing the enemy waving a white flag, Gao Yang said into the walkie-talkie, “Radar, stop firing.
Also, your machine gun usage is terrible, your bullets are flying sky-high.”
Bantuna released the trigger and pressed the walkie-talkie button, saying, “Give me a break, it’s good enough that I can use it at all.
It’s just a machine gun, as long as it fires it’s fine.
Do you really think you can get machine gun fire as accurate as your rifle?”
Once Bantuna’s machine gun had stopped, someone from inside the house yelled, “Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, we surrender!
What do you guys really want?
Make your demands!”
Gao Yang shouted, “Come out, first throw your weapons outside the door, then come out with your hands raised!”
“What did you say?”
The person crouching by the door might not have clearly heard what Gao Yang said, or perhaps he was pretending not to, considering Gao Yang was 200 meters away.
Even if he shouted at the top of his lungs, he might not be heard clearly.
So, Bantuna, who was closer, shouted, “Everyone come out, raise your hands, let me see your hands!
If you want to die, make any suspicious move, our marksman will fulfill your wish to die!”
The people behind the door shouted, “We demand not to go out, and we won’t drop our weapons.
Whatever you want we’ll give!
Whichever women you want to take away, we are releasing them now—but you must not shoot anymore, or we’ll kill those women!”
Gao Yang, having heard clearly, didn’t bother with pleasantries and directly said into the walkie-talkie, “Radar, shoot them.”
Bantuna sprayed a barrage of bullets toward the doorway and after a long burst of continuous fire, a different voice suddenly yelled, “Cease fire!
Cease fire!
We’re coming out, we’re coming out!”
Gao Yang asked through the walkie-talkie, “Radar, do you have plenty of bullets?”
There were no bullets in the truck bed, but Bantuna bent down and glanced inside the cabin and laughing, said, “Right, I’ve got four boxes of bullets here, enough to turn all those bastards into mincemeat.”
Having understood the attitude of Gao Yang and his team, a person waving a white flag leisurely walked out from the house.
After placing a rifle tied with a white cloth on the ground, a man dressed in a soldier’s attire took a few steps forward and loudly said, “Don’t shoot, I want to talk.”
Gao Yang roared, “Release all the women first, let them go, then we can talk.
You have one minute to think it over.
If you don’t agree, be prepared to face gunfire.
You can try using those women to threaten us if you want, you’ll just end up facing more gunfire.”
After the man dressed as a soldier shouted a few words inside the house, he quickly yelled back to Gao Yang, “We’re releasing them, we’re releasing the women!”
After the soldier had shouted, soon a woman burst out of the left-side house, naked, running wildly as if lifeless, and confusedly running in the wrong direction.
At that moment, Bantuna shouted in Amharic, “Idiot, where are you running?
Woman, this way!”
The woman, perhaps terrified, ran towards Bantuna upon hearing his shout.
Quickly following her, two more women came running out; one covered her chest with tattered clothes, while the other, also naked, ran toward Bantuna.
In another part of the house, two more women emerged; one had blood covering her lower body and limped severely, supported by another woman as they both staggered toward Bantuna.
Once all five women had come out, Gao Yang immediately said into the walkie-talkie, “Jansen, the women have been rescued; wait for my signal, then come over with the men.”
After alerting Jansen, Gao Yang picked up his gun and sprinted forward a few steps, taking cover behind the truck not far from Bantuna, then bellowed, “Now, everyone in the house, come out immediately, or we’ll open fire!”
As soon as Gao Yang had finished speaking, a Caucasian man came out from the right-side house with his hands raised, shouting at Gao Yang, “Don’t shoot, we’re coming out, friend, let’s talk!”(To be continued.
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