877: Chapter 867: Fight, Fight, Fight 877: Chapter 867: Fight, Fight, Fight Between the Rio Negro River and its tributary, the Jufari River, a narrow delta region had formed.
Gao Yang and his group were traveling upstream on the Rio Negro River on the left side of the delta, while the logging site was located on the Jufari River, on the right side of the delta.
It wasn’t unusual to see many boats on a large river, but seeing seven or eight boats lined up and motionless in the middle of the river, especially at the point where the Jufari and Rio Negro rivers were about to converge, was indeed strange.
Gao Yang certainly didn’t believe that the statically positioned boats didn’t belong to the Commercial Alliance or perhaps the logging company.
After being alerted by the panic-stricken boat driver, Gao Yang stood up from the cabin, cursed fiercely, and then shouted aloud, “Trouble ahead, prepare for battle!”
The boat was too small; it could barely allow everyone to line up along the sides, but clustering together was too dangerous—a single sweep of bullets could take down several people.
The boat’s steel plates were too thin, providing only minimal cover, slightly better than nothing.
If the enemy possessed high-caliber machine guns, the thin steel of the boat would be no different from paper.
Would the enemy have high-caliber machine guns?
Gao Yang didn’t even want to think about it; as long as the enemy wasn’t utterly stupid, they would surely have equipped their boats with several heavy machine guns.
In fact, light machine guns were enough to turn Gao Yang’s boat into a sieve.
After realizing they couldn’t fully spread out, Gao Yang quickly commanded, “Turn off all lights on the boat, report the distance and position of the enemy.
Those with submachine guns, stay low in the back, leave space for me, Big Dog, and Rabbit; the rest with rifles should stay hidden for now.”
After issuing his orders, Gao Yang called out to Andy He, who was still on the phone, “Tell Friend of Nature what happened.”
Andy He, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their path had been blocked by many boats, was slowly listing the medications and tools that Friend of Nature needed to prepare.
After hearing Gao Yang’s remarks, Andy He, with a smile, said, “Let me interrupt, our Boss has asked me to tell you, we’ve been blocked by a bunch of boats, what’s going on?
What else could it be—it’s definitely the Commercial Alliance or Iron Madonna looking to fight on, anyway, don’t talk to me about it, talk to our Boss.
Now, keep writing, be careful not to get it wrong.”
Andy He continued to slowly list medication names, and if he thought that Manaus might not have the medication he mentioned, Andy He would then specify a more common but slightly less effective alternative.
Andy He was highly ethical when it came to medication, as prescribing drugs involved matters of life and death.
He didn’t want to hastily finish and cause Friend of Nature—who was clueless about medical terminology—to record incorrectly, leading to potential mistakes in picking up or buying the medication.
Thus, he patiently spelled out each letter for Friend of Nature to record.
Only five people were leaning against the ship’s side; the seven or eight boats blocking the river were brightly lit.
Even though they were still three or four kilometers away, Gao Yang could accurately pinpoint the location of the boats.
His boat had been lit up until moments ago, but now all lights were extinguished, clearly identifying them, though Gao Yang didn’t care.
After noticing that the blocking boats had started moving towards them, Gao Yang asked Big Beard, who was beside him, “Can we turn back and avoid the boats blocking us?”
Big Beard shrugged and said, “I don’t know, I’m not a local.
Actually, I’m also a member of Friend of Nature.”
After that, Big Beard shouted towards the cockpit, “Hey, captain, can we avoid those boats?”
A dirty crew member emerged from the cockpit, looking distressed, and said, “We can go back upstream, there are many side channels we can enter, no problem.
Do you want me to turn around?”
Avoiding a battle was okay, but there was a problem—could the injured withstand it until then?
Gao Yang loudly called out to Bruce, “Test Tube, can we hide?”
Bruce shrugged and replied, “Sorry, we can’t.
Plasma is almost out, and the injured are still losing blood.
Also, delaying for too long could risk wound infection, so no point in treating them then.
If it were just two or three hours, it would be okay, but any longer, no.”
Gao Yang clicked his tongue and said, “We can’t just give up now, can we?
Alright, let’s fight through.
First, let’s test the enemy’s firepower.
They have many boats, but their firepower may not be strong.
Even if it is, heh, in front of me, they still need to be able to use it effectively.”
After making this fairly arrogant statement, Gao Yang instructed the boat driver, “Go, navigate your boat, head straight for the enemy.”
The captain, also the only crew member, was very scared.
He quickly shook his head and said, “No, no, too dangerous.
I don’t want to be turned into a sieve.
I think it’s better if we go back, wait a while, and leave after they’ve gone.”
Gao Yang, observing that the captain didn’t seem like a person from Friend of Nature, turned to Big Beard and asked, “Your people, or did you find him?”
Big Beard shrugged and said, “Hired for one thousand dollars.”
Gao Yang laughed, pointed to Big Beard, and said, “Drive the boat over, do as I say, and he will give you ten thousand US dollars.”
The captain looked dumbfoundedly at Big Beard, who cocked his head and said, “I’ll give you ten thousand dollars, do as he says.”
Gao Yang thought the problem had been resolved, but to his surprise, after hesitating for a moment, the captain still shook his head and said, “No, that won’t do.
It’s not just about earning money, I need to be alive to spend it.
I refuse to go any further.”
Gao Yang hadn’t expected his own motto to be used by someone else, which he found somewhat amusing, but he couldn’t let the boat just drift downstream.
So, he drew his pistol and aimed it at the captain, “Ten thousand dollars plus a bullet.
You steer the boat, you get ten thousand dollars.
You don’t, and I give you a bullet.
Choose.”
The captain, with a mournful face, reached out his hand towards Big Beard and said, “Money first!”
Big Beard pulled out a stack of cash from his person, placed it in the captain’s hand, and then the captain briefly flipped through the bills.
Subsequently, he returned to the cockpit, dejected, restarted the engine, and the small boat gained momentum as it headed straight towards the ship blocking the river.
Gao Yang sighed and said, “It’s a pity we don’t have a rocket launcher.”
Big Beard shrugged and said, “Actually, I do.
I was supposed to cover your retreat; I couldn’t just show up empty-handed.
So, whatever you need, I probably have it.”
After speaking, Big Beard entered the cockpit and then, with some effort, dragged out two large boxes.
Upon opening them, one box was full of rocket launchers, and the other contained an M60 machine gun along with a large box filled with 250 rounds of ammunition.
Big Beard exhaled and said, “Actually, I have another box of rifles and bullets, but you probably won’t need them.”
Gao Yang smiled and said, “Little Fly, go get your stash.”
Frey joyfully went to retrieve his rocket launcher, while Gao Yang continued speaking to Big Beard, “Is the machine gun for your own use?”
Big Beard smiled and said, “Correct, I’m quite a decent machine gunner.”
Gao Yang waved his hand and said with a smile, “Good, then you’ll need a decent assistant gunner.
Worker Bee, help him out.
Now, we have two machine guns.”
At that moment, the only uninjured Snake-Eating Mongoose from Friend of Nature stood up and said solemnly, “You didn’t give me a task, I’m a sniper, I can be useful.”
Gao Yang glanced at the position on the boat and said, “It’s a bit crowded, but no matter, squeeze in a bit.
Rabbit, make some room, you two stick together.”
Watching the machine guns being loaded with a rattle and placing bullet boxes beside them, Gao Yang chuckled and said, “Big Dog, you’re going to enjoy this.”
Glolov smiled reservedly and said, “I haven’t really let loose for a long time.
We have here, let me count, fourteen boxes of ammunition.
That should be enough for me to have some fun.”
In the rainforest, Glolov couldn’t bring too much ammunition.
He had brought five canvas ammo bags with a hundred rounds each, and two rigid boxes with 250 rounds each, plus another box carried by Jansen.
After a battle, he ended up with just over four hundred rounds left, but fortunately, the ammunition boxes prepared for the M60 by Big Beard were compatible with his machine gun.
The speed of Gao Yang’s boat was not fast, but the opposing vessel was quicker, rapidly closing the distance.
When the range reached 2,000 meters, Gao Yang switched on his rifle’s night vision device, chambered a round, and laughed, “Fellas!
I’m not good in the water.
If you don’t want to end up swimming in the river after being shot, better shoot well.”
At this moment, Frey, carrying an RPG-7 and with two RPGs slung over his shoulder, urgently said, “Boss!
The space inside the cabin is too small.
If I fire here, the rocket’s backblast will burn you guys.
What do we do?”
Gao Yang looked around and pointed to the roof of the cockpit, “Then, get on top of the cockpit roof.”
Frey looked at the flimsy metal roof and said helplessly, “Alright, I’ll go up to the roof.
Guys, keep an eye out.
If the roof is about to collapse, let me know quickly.
I need someone to give me a hand up there.”
As the boats entered a range of 1,500 meters, Cui Bo grumbled, “F**k, every time we enter the rainforest, even though it’s not a place for high-caliber sniper rifles, I always end up needing my precious.
Next time I come here, even if it kills me, I’ll carry my precious with me.”
Cui Bo was using a SCAR-H and hadn’t brought his Barrett, which annoyed him tremendously.
Seeing the enemy enter his preferred firing range, and with them being large targets, he was frustrated by the limited range which prevented him from shooting.
Gao Yang laughed and said, “I give up too.
It’s as if God is just playing with us.
Alright, next time, even if it’s urban combat, bring your precious, okay?”
Before he finished speaking, Cui Bo suddenly yelled, “They’re firing!
They’ve started shooting!”
Gao Yang saw a string of bullets flying towards them.
Judging by the trajectory, it had to be from a large-caliber 12.7mm machine gun.
The bullets finally landed several meters ahead of Gao Yang’s boat.
Since shots had been fired, there was no need to worry about whether the roadblock was the enemy.
Gao Yang immediately raised his gun and aimed in the direction the bullets came from.
(To be continued.
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