791: Chapter Seven Hundred Eighty-Two Old Fox 791: Chapter Seven Hundred Eighty-Two Old Fox Gao Yang didn’t have to wait too long—about twenty minutes later, three Tuareg people jogged leisurely over.
When they discovered the bodies scattered on the ground, the panting trio didn’t seem too surprised.
Under extreme exhaustion, one tends not to take things too seriously, and after Gao Yang’s continuous attacks, which had already killed several of their group, the Tuareg people had become accustomed to occasional casualties.
However, they only showed real anger after the veils covering the faces of the bodies were pulled off.
The person running at the front raised his gun and fired aimlessly around a few times, then simply sat down on the ground, and the other two followed suit, sitting listlessly.
“Rookies.
These are three rookies,” Gao Yang felt somewhat disappointed.
Rookies weren’t much of a threat to him, but he had yet to find a perfect opportunity to take out the Tuareg elder, whom he most wanted to eliminate.
From the encounters they had already had, Gao Yang believed that among those Tuareg, there was an elder confirmed, and three or four others were also very good with guns.
However, in terms of cunning, none compared to the old man with the broken gun.
If those suspected to be the elder were to separate, Gao Yang was confident that he could eliminate any one of them while ensuring his own safety, but when they stuck together, Gao Yang was less certain.
He could guarantee to kill one of them, but couldn’t ensure that he wouldn’t be hit by the others after he opened fire.
From a considerable distance, Gao Yang could hear the panting of the three Tuareg people.
When one of them simply lay down on the ground, the remaining two, following suit, also carelessly lay down.
Gao Yang waited a bit longer and seeing no one else appear, decided not to waste the last grenade he had turned into a mine.
He stood up and fired three shots at the three extremely fatigued Tuareg people.
It was like shooting at fixed targets; there really wasn’t anything notable in shooting three targets that couldn’t even move.
After completing the three shots, Gao Yang hesitated a moment and then decided to continue waiting.
As long as no particularly dangerous situation arose, Gao Yang planned to keep guarding his trap.
If the Tuareg people appeared one by one, it would be the most advantageous scenario for him, although he felt it was unlikely.
Gao Yang left his hiding spot to search the bodies of the three dead Tuareg people and as expected, their water bottles were also empty.
Without pulling the veils off the newly dead Tuareg people, Gao Yang moved to a new location to continue his vigil, to prevent anyone from deducing his position from the bullet holes in the bodies.
After waiting another half hour and feeling his strength had recovered satisfactorily, he only felt very thirsty, but he didn’t want to waste the rare opportunity to ambush by going to look for water.
Gao Yang waited another ten minutes, still no one appeared, and the extremely thirsty Gao Yang began to lose patience.
He decided if no one appeared in the next ten minutes, he wouldn’t wait any longer.
By now it was past two in the afternoon.
The jungle was very hot and stifling.
With the continual sweating, Gao Yang felt signs of severe dehydration, which could significantly reduce his mobility and even lead to severe bodily reactions causing unnecessary danger.
After waiting a few more minutes, Gao Yang touched his pulse and licked his lips, realizing his dehydration was reaching a dangerously critical level.
Though it pained him to waste a good ambush opportunity, Gao Yang nevertheless decided he had to give up.
But just as he was about to leave, he finally heard people talking.
Gao Yang instantly perked up, raised his gun, and as the footsteps neared, his heart raced faster and faster.
Severe dehydration could cause many unavoidable negative effects, such as severely decreased alertness and slower movements.
Gao Yang knew he was taking a risk, but he was eager not to miss any chance to take out the elder.
Finally, the leading Tuareg person staggered over and soon noticed the bodies almost gathered together.
He immediately crouched down, then, looking around with his gun, he shouted loudly.
After that, the footsteps behind him hurried, and more Tuareg people appeared in Gao Yang’s view.
The last arriving Tuareg people appeared to be in the worst physical condition, but their reactions were much stronger than the rookies before.
Upon discovering the bodies in the open, the newly arrived Tuareg people formed a combat formation.
Gao Yang saw the elder, but he dared not shoot.
The elder and two others had formed a triangular formation at the right distance to support each other very quickly.
While observing the surroundings, they approached the bodies, and two others, together with the person who had arrived first, formed another triangular formation.
Seeing the formation of the remaining six Tuareg people, Gao Yang knew he couldn’t shoot.
The two groups could cover each other almost without any dead angles, and the groups of three could also cover and counter-suppress without any delay.
Just by seeing the formation of the enemy, Gao Yang knew that his waiting had been in vain.
Apart from hoping that the mines would work, Gao Yang would never fire his gun under the severe condition of water shortage, with his evasion movements slowed down.
The six Tuareg People showed no intention of searching around.
After the old man checked the bodies under the cover of others, he first pointed towards the location where Gao Yang had hidden, and after a few people approached and observed, they quickly retreated.
After murmuring to the others in a low voice, four people provided cover while two successively picked up the veils Gao Yang had thrown on the ground, then returned the veils to the faces of the bodies.
As he watched several people finally reach the bodies rigged with mines, Gao Yang’s heart beat even faster.
Just as one of the Tuareg was about to move a body, the old man suddenly called out in a low voice, and the two who were putting veils on the bodies stopped moving them.
The old man slung his gun over his back and then spoke a few words.
After letting the remaining five people guard him, the old man crouched next to the body, glanced at it, then kneeled down and reached under the body.
Gao Yang was extremely disappointed; his trick had failed in front of the old man.
Using grenades as mines was something an old man, seasoned by the battlefield, would definitely be cautious about.
Gao Yang knew he had once again met his match in the old man.
After feeling around and discovering the grenade Gao Yang had left, the old man waved to his companions and casually reached into the corpse’s neckline, took out the grenade, and threw it far away.
Gao Yang really wanted to shoot the old man, but at this moment he was sure he could definitely kill the old man who had disappointed him time and again.
However, Gao Yang’s reason told him that if the gunmanship of the five people guarding the old man was half as good as the old man’s, killing the old man would mean nothing but a guaranteed death for himself.
“Old Fox!”
After cursing silently in his heart, Gao Yang could only give up a tempting shooting opportunity.
After waiting until the old man had felt under the body again, he eventually turned the body over, meticulously returned the veil to the face of the corpse, stood up, picked up his rifle again, waved in a certain direction, and then the six people briskly walked away.
The mines had completely failed to work, but as the remaining people left in the wrong direction, this could still be considered not a bad outcome.
Gao Yang was quite satisfied; now he was behind the few Tuareg, and perhaps the initiative had once again returned to his hands.
After waiting on the spot for twenty minutes, Gao Yang left his hiding place.
He wanted to immediately catch up with those Tuareg, but the sensible thing was to first replenish his water and then consider combat matters without delay.
Gao Yang knew where the river was.
Although he had led the Tuareg People in circles, he never strayed far from the river.
Though it wasn’t exactly close, it wasn’t too far either; to drink water from the river, Gao Yang needed to walk at least four to five kilometers, but the good news was that the direction the six Tuareg People left in was towards the river.
“Even the craftiest fox can’t outsmart the hunter; just wait, here I come,” Gao Yang muttered.
Defining himself as the hunter, Gao Yang happily set out, tracking the enemy and finding water simultaneously.
If the enemy did not turn, he would follow; if the enemy changed direction, he would first get water.
After deciding on the plan, Gao Yang slowly began searching for traces.
He hadn’t gone very far, about one kilometer or perhaps even closer, when Gao Yang noticed the tracks turned.
After carefully reviewing them, Gao Yang decided to find water first, then come back and continue the pursuit along the traces.
Crouching behind a cluster of fern-like plants, Gao Yang stood up, bent over, and was about to step forward when he suddenly smelled danger.
The ‘smell of danger’ wasn’t actually Gao Yang sensing something with his nose, as it wasn’t that sensitive, but as he was about to step forward, he felt a sudden heart palpitation.
Unexplained heart palpitations must be taken seriously.
Gao Yang usually regarded such feelings as a warning sign.
This sensation had appeared more than once in his combat career, and although he treated each occurrence very cautiously, nine times out of ten it proved to be him being overly cautious.
However, because he prized his sixth sense so highly, he had escaped two almost certain death situations.
Therefore, Gao Yang would rather be wrong a hundred times, a thousand times, even ten thousand times, than let his guard down once.
What’s the harm in being too cautious?
It only wastes a bit of time; but what if there really was danger?
Feeling uneasy even while crouching, Gao Yang simply crawled to the ground.
After looking around, he slowly cut a bunch of the fern-like plant’s branches and leaves, tied them into a bundle, and then topped his rifle butt with it, slowly lifting it up.
When the rifle butt topped with a bundle of brown and green grass cleared the one-meter-high cover, Gao Yang paused slightly, then rotated his rifle in his hand.
Immediately after, Gao Yang felt a shudder through the barrel of his gun.
As he dropped the gun, unable to hold onto it, he heard a gunshot.
(To be continued.
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