Mercenary's War

Chapter 87 - 87 86 Bomb Terror

87: Chapter 86: Bomb Terror 87: Chapter 86: Bomb Terror Gao Yang and Li Jinfang made their way to the window facing the street.

Gao Yang opened the night vision scope and swept a glance over the streets that were yet to be controlled.

Although he didn’t see any signs of thermal activity, the unsettling feeling inside Gao Yang’s heart remained very strong.

With the scope, Gao Yang thoroughly

The problematic M2 heavy machine gun on the third floor had, after the building was taken, been moved to the other side of the building by Coleman’s people, and Gao Yang remembered that its belt was loaded with tracer bullets.

It took Gao Yang and Glolov less than ten seconds to run from the fourth floor to the third floor, and when he reached the M2 machine gun position on the third floor, the M2 had already started firing under the control of Coleman’s men.

Glolov reached the machine gun, yanked the shooter operating it, and roared, “Out of the way, let me do it.”

After pulling the machine gunner aside, Glolov immediately started firing with the M2, and Gao Yang swiftly turned his scope horizontally and held it in front of Glolov, yelling, “Do you see it?”

Glolov didn’t even glance at the machine gun but adjusted the trajectory through the aiming scope Gao Yang held up.

The M2’s ammunition was configured with one tracer bullet for every three regular bullets, clearly showing the ballistic trajectory at night.

Glolov fired a long burst and found the trajectory.

When he fired the second time, the 12.7mm bullets rained precisely toward the people operating the laser emitters on the rooftop.

The tracer bullets fired by Glolov made a clear ballistic indicator, and without needing anyone’s command, all the guns in the building adjusted to Glolov’s trajectory, firing simultaneously in a deluge.

Although most of the bullets were harmless by five hundred meters and had lost accuracy, at this point, it was all about guessing.

Coleman’s men were also in a panic, knowing that as soon as the laser-guided bomb fell, nobody in the building would have a chance to escape, so they weren’t thinking about conserving ammunition.

They had four RPG rocket launchers, and at this moment, nobody cared that you shouldn’t launch rockets inside a room.

Those with the launchers found a sufficiently large room and immediately fired the rockets toward the place Glolov indicated.

Four rockets were launched in succession, but only one hit the distant rooftop, and that’s when the M2 operated by Glolov stopped firing.

“Change ammo!”

Glolov’s finger, which had been on the trigger, never let go, and he quickly ran through the one hundred and ten bullets in the belt.

Glolov burned through two ammunition belts, and while those nearby scrambled to load a new belt, Glolov suddenly shouted, “The laser has shifted, keep firing, keep firing, don’t give them a chance to adjust!”

Only Glolov could see the situation on the rooftop; everyone else blindly followed his trajectory, firing away without knowing if they had taken out the people on the rooftop or hit the laser targeting them.

The most crucial concern was whether the fatal laser had been destroyed.

Hearing Glolov’s shout and knowing the lethal laser beam had deviated, everyone relaxed slightly, but now was not the time to let down their guard entirely.

If the laser beam returned before the bomb fell, they would still end up dead.

The belt was quickly replaced.

Glolov didn’t need to adjust the trajectory again.

He hadn’t moved the machine gun an inch while he stopped firing, so all he needed to do was resume shooting.

Seconds after Glolov’s machine gun roared back into action, a blinding flash of white light was followed by a deafening explosion.

About two seconds later, there was another intense blast.

The laser-guided bombs had finally fallen.

Compared to the power of two laser-guided bombs, the rockets that had terrified Gao Yang during the day were mere child’s play.

The laser-guided bombs had fallen on a building, about six or seven hundred meters from the one where Gao Yang and his men were located, on the right side of the same street, slightly larger than their hideout.

It was supposed to be the primary attack target of the Sandstorm Mercenary Corps tomorrow, but now, a guided bomb from an unknown country had done them a huge favor.

After the two explosions, the shooting in the building ceased.

Everyone was stunned by what they had just seen.

If they hadn’t noticed the laser targeting in time, not a single person in the building would have survived.

Glolov finally ceased firing and said distractedly, “I hit the guy targeting with the laser, he fell, but the laser didn’t move.

Then I don’t know why, I think maybe a bullet hit the laser emitter.

The beam hit the building behind them, but they still had people alive trying to readjust.

Thankfully, he got shot.

I think everyone on the roof is dead, I’m not sure, I think we need to send someone to check, it’s too dangerous.

I’m scared, I just saw my daughter and wife, I don’t want to die, it’s too terrible.

How could they think of using a laser-guided bomb?

I almost couldn’t make it back home, guys, I think we need to leave this building.”

Glolov’s rambling murmurs continued, and he said a lot, but no one laughed at him.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of their narrow escape and were also overcome with extreme panic and fear.

Everyone wondered what they would do if the guided bombs had hit them, or what they would do if someone tried to use guided bombs against them again.

A mercenary also murmured to himself, “We’re just mercenaries.

Laser-guided bombs, aren’t they only used between countries?

We’re just some mercenaries, why use that against us?

Is it really necessary?

Just to blow up our building?

Is it necessary?”

Green Mamba came up behind Glolov, patted him and Gao Yang on the shoulders and said distractedly, “Thank you, you saved everyone.

Now we need to disperse; we can’t stay in this building any longer.”