Mercenary’s War Nove Chapter 428 - 428 425 Performance Slum Fly

??428: Chapter 425: Performance, Slum Fly.

428: Chapter 425: Performance, Slum Fly.

Despite the two consecutive rounds of hand grenades, not all of them detonated in midair, but Gao Yang and his group ensured that about half of them did explode before hitting the ground.

Ordinary people might throw a hand grenade thirty or forty ters, and with training, throwing one fifty ters could be quite easy.

So exceptionally skilled throwers could even reach beyond a hundred ters, but in combat, a thirty-ter throw was considered quite far.

During combat, one cannot throw a grenade as in training.

If lying prone and throwing a grenade, managing over twenty ters was already good, and the accuracy of the thrown grenade was hard to guarantee—it was basically just throwing it and hoping for the best.

When Gao Yang and his group threw their grenades, even though they were standing, maintaining precision at a distance of thirty ters was difficult, with only an approximate accuracy maintained, and controlling the timing of the explosion in midair was already quite an achievent.

However, for Frey, simply throwing the grenade with approximate precision wasn’t enough.

He aid to hit the exact spot, not only throwing grenades with precision but also ensuring they exploded at a height of three ters in the air, with no more than a half-ter variance.

Frey’s specialty was accurately throwing grenades through small windows or similar targets.

An imprecise grenade was just a grenade, but an extrely precise grenade ant sothing far beyond the simple aning of the word.

To put it this way, what many guns and even cannons couldn’t handle, Frey could easily settle with a single grenade.

Tommy’s last two rounds directly targeted the wall.

The shells fell, exploding right at the base of the wall with pinpoint accuracy, and the shock waves brought down a long section of the wall.

With a segnt of the wall down and the original gate already there, the view inside the courtyard was largely exposed to Gao Yang and his team.

Seeing the enemy, several guns fired simultaneously, immobilizing everything that moved within their sight.

Gao Yang then shouted, “Cease fire, Little Fly throw the grenades, others cover!”

After issuing the command, Gao Yang pointed toward a spot in the courtyard where soone was crawling and loudly said, “Little Fly, there!”

Frey bent his left knee, released the handle of the grenade with his right hand, slapped the grenade with his left hand, and then threw it.

The precisely tid grenade exploded in midair directly above the target.

Gao Yang was pointing to a dead angle that bullets couldn’t reach, and Frey’s grenade exploded perfectly in the place Gao Yang most wanted it to.

“Throw one there!

Cover every dead angle behind the wall with a grenade.”

Every ti Gao Yang pointed out a spot, Frey imdiately threw a grenade there, and at this point, the others did nothing but watch Frey’s solo performance with their eyes wide open.

Frey had beco a human grenade launcher.

Gao Yang would point, and he’d toss a grenade exactly where directed, always resolving the situation with just one, never needing to waste a second.

Having grown up throwing rocks as if they were baseballs, Frey might never have the chance to set foot on an actual sports field, but at this mont, this battlefield was his stage to showcase his unique talent.

There was no applause for Frey’s performance, just the reaping of lives.

Sirte stared in awe at Frey; after sizing him up several tis, he suddenly nudged Li Jinfang beside him and whispered, “Frog, where the hell did you find this freak?

F**k, what a talent!”

Li Jinfang replied nonchalantly, “Oh, Little Fly?

Ram found him in the slums of South Africa.

Nothing to get all worked up over.

Need a talent?

Just let Ram scout them out.

It’s not a difficult task for him.

As for what you’re seeing today, well, it’s nothing really.

Given the chance, I’ll show you Little Fly tossing a grenade through the firing port of a moving armored vehicle.

Now, that’s got a bit of difficulty.”

Suddenly raising his gun, Sirte, along with Li Jinfang, took down five enemies who had erged from the right-side firing position.

Holding his weapon, he clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying, “Don’t scare

with tall tales, stop blowing smoke.

We also have guys who are good with grenades, but tossing one through the firing port of a moving armored vehicle is just impossible!

Which special forces is Little Fly from?

He’s so young; it’s impossible he’s undergone such rigorous training.”

With another dismissive tone, Li Jinfang said, “You might as well think I’m bragging.

Plus, I already told you, Little Fly was scooped up from the slums by Ram.

I taught him how to shoot.

You tell , which special forces unit could he have belonged to?”

Sirte shook his head again, full of doubt.

He wanted to ask more, but Gao Yang suddenly said, “The enemies on the left have lost their fighting spirit.

Toad, Test Tube, and Lucica, you guys loop around from here to the back of the buildings on the right to prevent any escapees.”

Sirte was taken aback by Gao Yang’s directive; he seed unwilling to let any enemy escape.

Sirte was surprised that Gao Yang wanted to divide their forces to encircle the enemy before they had even started a thorough sweep of the left-side firing points.

As a dic with the Angel rcenary Corps, Sirte had fought battles where they were outnumbered and had to overco greater forces.

In fact, just like the Satan rcenary Corps, the Angels had almost always fought outnumbered but always managed to win convincingly with minimal casualties.

However, what stunned Sirte was that the Satan rcenary Corps had only seven n.

A thirteen-man team, with five acting as rather functional guides—though their combat ability couldn’t be said to be weak, they didn’t compare to the Satan rcenaries.

The real force consisted of just the seven mbers of the Satan rcenary Corps.

The thought of this seven-man core team spreading out to surround an enemy force more than ten tis their size was astounding—Sirte couldn’t decide if Gao Yang was overconfident or just foolish.

With only seven n—eight including Sirte himself—to think about surrounding a building where the exact number of enemies was unknown but was at least in excess of fifty seed unbelievable.

For such a force disparity, overwhelming the enemy wasn’t the challenging part.

It was extracting a target from under enemy protection and aiming for total annihilation, which seed unfeasible no matter how one looked at it.

As Sirte marveled at the incredibility of Gao Yang’s decision, Li Jinfang waved his hand and turned to enter the courtyard behind him with Bruce.

Then Lucica and the remaining four guides followed after Li Jinfang, entering a yard off the street and then scaling the back wall from the other side.

After Li Jinfang and the others had left, Gao Yang imdiately got on the radio and instructed, “Big Dog, Rabbit, co and secure the building on the right.

Worker Bee, bombard the right-side targets at will.

You’re cleared to open fire; just be careful not to hit Toad and his team.

Maintain contact with Toad, communicate before you fire.

The rest of you, cover for Little Fly with .”

Having said that, Gao Yang patted Frey on the shoulder and added, “The rest is up to you.

Get those grenades into the enemy’s windows.”(To be continued.

If you enjoy this work, feel free to give your recomndations and monthly votes at Qidian (qidian).

Your support is my greatest motivation.

Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)