??36: Chapter 36 Breaking the Spear
36: Chapter 36 Breaking the Spear
The opposition began their attack, and the governnt troops hiding had to return fire; otherwise, their blockade would be imdiately overrun.
Gao Yang started ‘calling roll’ with bullets, rcilessly shooting anyone daring enough to expose themselves and fire.
The governnt forces were far stronger than the opposition’s untrained militia, but strength is relative.
They couldn’t even begin to suppress Gao Yang; they could only wait desperately for the bullets to co.
A sniper puts too much psychological pressure on people; the fear of an unforeseen bullet is enough to make soone collapse, especially for the governnt troops who had no backup and no hope of victory.
Eventually, they broke.
One of the governnt soldiers suddenly raised his hands and stood up.
Just as Gao Yang was about to pull the trigger, he managed to stop in ti, realizing the soldier intended to surrender.
Although Gao Yang didn’t shoot, the soldier was still killed, as the militia couldn’t stop firing in ti like Gao Yang did.
After seeing the soldier with raised hands fall, Gao Yang couldn’t help but curse.
Fortunately, this did not prevent the other governnt troops from surrendering.
From his scope, Gao Yang saw more and more people standing up with their hands raised, and then the opposition’s militia sward into the building.
When Morgan faced Gao Yang, he stood in front of him and after a mont of silence, spoke gravely, “You’ve saved
once again.”
Gao Yang pointed to Cui Bo and Glolov and laughed, “You should thank them.
Without these two, I couldn’t have managed it alone.”
After shaking hands with Cui Bo and Glolov, Morgan sincerely thanked them.
However, Cui Bo didn’t speak much English, so he didn’t converse much with Morgan, and after shaking hands with Morgan, Glolov, too, showed no intent for further talk but turned to Bob and said, “If this gentleman is our target for rescue, does that an our mission is now complete?
Thank you for your employnt, a thousand US Dollars, you still owe five hundred, thank you.”
Seeing Morgan’s puzzled look, Bob and Gao Yang suddenly rembered that they had not yet paid Glolov’s fee.
Without waiting for Bob to speak, Gao Yang conscientiously took out five hundred bucks and gave it to Glolov.
After Glolov put the money away, Gao Yang hesitated for a mont before asking, “What are your plans now?”
Glolov looked completely lost and said, “Where else can I go but to keep looking for work?”
Morgan understood what had happened without needing Gao Yang to explain, and said in a deep voice, “You’re a free rcenary?
If so, I’d like to hire you.
Two thousand US Dollars a day, paid upfront for ten days, and our contract will last until I leave this place.
How about it?”
Glolov looked at Morgan in surprise, then frowned and asked, “The price is high; I have no reason to refuse.
But can you tell
why you’re willing to pay so much?”
Morgan smiled and replied, “Simple, you’re sufficiently capable, and I need protection right now.
As for the price being a bit higher, you can consider it a thank you for your help.”
Glolov nodded, accepting Morgan’s employnt, then stood aside and stayed silent.
Upon hearing Morgan’s words, Gao Yang asked in confusion, “Mr.
Morgan, don’t you plan to leave here for the ti being?”
Morgan nodded grimly, “I can’t leave, at least not for now.
I have to stay here until my agent arrives.
However, I need to send Bob away.
Gao, you can leave with Bob, and of course, your friend here.”
“How will we leave?”
“We have to take advantage of the airport being open to get you on a plane.
First to Egypt, then you and Bob can head ho from there.
Soone will provide us with two cars and enough guards, we just need to make it to the airport.”
Getting ho was Gao Yang’s greatest wish.
He had no interest in interfering with Morgan’s itinerary.
Learning that he could finally go ho, a huge weight lifted from Gao Yang’s heart.
They didn’t have to wait long with Morgan before two sedans and three pickups full of people arrived downstairs.
Morgan and Bob took one car with their two bodyguards, while Gao Yang, Cui Bo, and Glolov took another.
A pickup truck cleared the way in front, and two pickup trucks tailed from behind; the convoy set off to the airport with a formidable presence.
It was already evening, and instead of subsiding, the sound of gunfire in Benghazi seed to grow more intense.
Roadblocks and fortifications were common sights, but Gao Yang and his companions faced no hindrances on their journey.
Even when their convoy was inspected, they were quickly allowed to pass.
The driver, a middle-aged man with a big beard, would stick his head out and yell sothing whenever they approached checkpoints, prompting cheers from the fully-ard personnel before zooming off.
Cui Bo told Gao Yang that the driver was shouting slogans like ‘Victory to the Free Army’ and ‘Death to Fikaza.’
Seeing that the opposition had almost taken control over the whole of Benghazi, Gao Yang felt more at ease about the journey ahead, finally finding the leisure to strike up a conversation with Cui Bo beside him.
“Rabbit, how did you end up here?”
“I ca here the year you had your trouble.
After I graduated, I found a job and was dispatched to Libya to do construction work.
After more than a year, I quit but didn’t return ho; instead, I started working as a cook here.”
Rabbit was a few years younger than Gao Yang.
He rembered that Cui Bo had gone to a vocational school for electrical engineering after middle school.
Working in construction made use of his studies, but how did he end up as a chef in a restaurant?
“Rabbit, if I rember correctly, you studied to be an electrician, right?
Don’t tell
you switched to culinary arts later on?
How else could you end up as the head chef in a restaurant?”
“No, man, I was barely making over five thousand a month at my job, and it was terribly exhausting.
The worst part was the food at the construction site; it was inedible.
After I got to know so people, I wandered out and ca across a Huaxia restaurant.
I simply wanted to improve my living conditions a bit, but guess what?
The food they served wouldn’t even be fit for a dog, and yet they dared to call it a Huaxia restaurant!
In a fit of rage, I paid to use their kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles for myself, made a bit too much, huh, and the boss couldn’t stop praising how delicious it was.
Then, I kept going to the restaurant to cook my own als.
Once I got to know the boss, he begged
to be his head chef because it paid better than the construction site, and most importantly, he said he could get
a gun.
When I heard that, I couldn’t resist the temptation and quit my job to beco a chef right away.”
Gao Yang clapped Rabbit on the shoulder and laughed, “Well done, kid.
I didn’t see that coming; you’ve got so serious cooking chops!”
“Psh, my skills?
I was just making so ho-cooked food back in the day, like stead bread and pancakes.
Back ho, I would’ve gone broke running a snack stall.
But here?
Heh, tricking foreigners, you know what I’m saying, huh.”
Gao Yang was at a loss for words and didn’t quite know how to respond.
Seeing Cui Bo’s morose expression, he thought maybe Cui Bo was upset about the boss being killed and tried to console him, “Co on, don’t overthink it.
Nobody can do anything about what happened.
Just accept it and move on.”
Cui Bo sighed and caressed the gun resting on his lap, saying, “Yeah, I thought I was a genius.
Nobody could tell when we played with imitation guns, but today I realized what a true master is.
Brother Yang, when you’re free, teach , will you?
Seeing how you shoot, then looking at my own shooting, it’s a blow to my self-esteem.”
It was then that Gao Yang realized why Cui Bo looked so downcast – he had completely misunderstood the situation.
Cui Bo was determined to beco a sniper, but in his first real combat experience, his performance wasn’t very impressive.
He could hit stationary targets within three hundred ters using a Dragunov, but he struggled with moving targets.
However, Cui Bo’s performance had already surprised Gao Yang.
Unlike Gao Yang, before going abroad, Cui Bo had never even touched a real gun.
His shooting experience began only after he arrived in Libya and bought a Dragunov.
Although he had fired a thousand bullets, this amount of practice was still too small.
A good shooter is made by firing a significant number of bullets; not having shot at least ten thousand rounds, claiming to be a sniper is a joke.
Both Gao Yang and Glolov could perform outstandingly with their guns because they had trained through countless rounds of ammunition.
A great shooter not only needs talent but also long-term practice – both are indispensable.
Despite his lack of experience and the need for further refinent in his marksmanship, Cui Bo’s understanding of sniping was profoundly accurate.
He had a firm grasp on the knowledge required by a sniper, including ranging, wind speed estimation, and ballistic tables – skills essential for a sniper – and Cui Bo could speak about them effortlessly and apply them proficiently.
If not for the restrictions of his ho country preventing him from accumulating experience with real guns, Cui Bo might well be a top-tier sniper by now.
In the beginning, Cui Bo fired three shots and hit two governnt soldiers.
However, as the governnt forces began to move and conceal themselves better, Cui Bo couldn’t kill another person; by the ti he aid, the targets had already moved, and shooting would have been a waste.
Gao Yang didn’t know what to say.
He picked up the rifle Cui Bo had placed on his lap, glanced at it briefly, and then, an idea struck him.
He removed the magazine, checked the chamber for any bullets, and then peered inside the barrel.
After inspecting the barrel, Gao Yang set down the rifle, extracted one bullet from the magazine to examine it, and then let out a sigh, “Rabbit, you actually hit soone with this junk gun; that’s pretty impressive.
This piece of crap gun with its rifling nearly worn smooth, and you treat it like a treasure?
My old Mauser 98K from decades ago is ten thousand tis better than this heap.”
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