Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 294 Fighting
"Cover me!" Ouyang roared, grabbed a few rifles and went to the edge of the rooftop. He slung his own gun over his shoulder, picked up a Barrett that Old Mi had dropped, and propped it against the wall.

Through the goggles, a group of American soldiers were firing indiscriminately and recklessly.

With the crosshairs aimed at an enemy, Ouyang decisively opened fire. The 12.7mm bullet flew over two hundred meters in an instant, blasting the target's skull into a mangled mess.

The scene was so horrifying that the nearby Americans were all stunned, but they were too engrossed in the killing to realize what had happened, assuming it was just the Asians in the office launching a counterattack.

So they launched another fierce attack with even more intense firepower.

Ouyang quickly moved the muzzle of his gun and continued firing to eliminate the enemy.

Luohan strode towards the stairwell, dragging a corpse along the way and pulling it into the stairwell. He then returned to the rooftop and dragged back a second corpse.

He arranged the two corpses so that anyone passing by would have to touch them, and then placed a grenade with the pin pulled under the corpses.

An explosion would be the best warning if someone were passing by.

Luohan then returned to the rooftop, his gaze immediately falling on the various odds and ends left behind by Lao Mi.

These Americans not only brought guns, but also various foods and drinks, and even a camping table specifically for storing spare magazines, seemingly treating the siege of the office as a special camping trip.

Now, these things have become the tools that the Arhats use for early warning.

He first opened the stairwell door, leaving only a small gap, propped it in place with a table, picked up a glass, inserted a grenade, made sure the glass was wrapped around the handle, pulled off the pull ring, and carefully placed it on the door.

The grenade won't explode if the glass doesn't pop open. But if someone pushes the door open, the glass will fall and shatter, causing the grenade to pop open and trigger the fuse.

It's a very simple trap.

Having eliminated his worries, Luo Han quickly rushed to the edge of the rooftop and picked up Lao Mi's rifle to fire.

Being in enemy territory, every bullet you save is a bullet, and using an old American gun means that even if someone with ulterior motives notices it afterward, they won't be able to find any evidence.

Of course, at this point, whether or not evidence is left behind is no longer important—so many Americans besieged the office, are the people inside not allowed to fight back?

Upon hearing the gunshot, Ou Yang glanced around and saw that it was Luo Han joining the battle. He immediately withdrew his attention and continued to pick off the enemy.

The United States truly lives up to its reputation as a nation where everyone has more than one gun. After only a few shots were fired, some people noticed that something was wrong from the rooftop and immediately organized a counterattack.

The bullets hit the edge of the rooftop, making a series of clattering sounds.

Ouyang was firing downwards from a high vantage point, while the enemy was firing upwards from below, making the former far less likely to be hit than the latter.

Moreover, being at a high vantage point provides a wide field of vision, and unless the enemy hides behind cover and doesn't come out, they will be spotted as soon as they peek out.

Ouyang fired all the remaining bullets in one go, without even touching Old Mi's magazine. Instead, he picked up an unidentifiable rifle and continued firing downwards.

As the number of enemies sniped by the two increased, so did the number of American soldiers who retaliated. Before long, the bullets from below turned around and pressed down on the two, making it impossible for them to lift their heads.

Old Mi is just bad, not stupid.

The office is right there. We can't escape even if we wait a while to fight. If we don't hurry up and take care of the enemies on the rooftop, the number of Americans dying from sniping will only increase!

Ouyang and Luohan employed the essence of guerrilla warfare, firing one shot and moving to another. While they couldn't claim that every bullet eliminated an enemy, they still managed to kill quite a few American soldiers.

By eliminating the enemy's manpower and tying down a certain number of enemies, it's a victory no matter how you look at it.

Having learned from his mistakes, Lao Mi began to summarize his experiences. Instead of fighting alone, he organized a group of people, assigning each person to a section of the rooftop to keep a close watch. They would open fire immediately upon discovering anything unusual, even if it was just a delusion.

The enemy's tactics were too targeted. As soon as Ouyang peeked out, a bullet flew past his head. Luo Han was even more unlucky; he was shot in the helmet, which made him fall to the ground with a thud.

Ou Yang was startled: "Luo Han, are you alright?"

Luo Han sat up abruptly, shaking his head: "I'm fine!"

Ouyang breathed a sigh of relief. There were rumors online that if a bullet hit the helmet, it could break the neck even if it didn't penetrate, but as it turned out, the rumors were just rumors.

"We can't risk our lives!" Ou Yang's eyes darted around, and he casually picked up an old man's corpse and threw it onto the wall to use as cover.

The sudden appearance of the corpse triggered a collective frenzy among the enemy, with countless bullets focused on it. Poor old Mi was still not at peace even in death, his body riddled with bullets until his bones and flesh were shattered.

Ouyang continued, placing all the corpses on the wall to create a human shield.

He was about to fire among the corpses when Luo Han grabbed him, saying, "No need for that!"

Ouyang asked, puzzled: "You have a way?"

Luo Han picked up the empty Barrett, replaced the magazine, squatted on the edge of the rooftop to get a feel for it, and then suddenly opened fire on the wall.

With a muffled thud, the bullet struck the wall, not penetrating it, but leaving a hole the size of a palm.

Ouyang suddenly realized: "Great idea!"

Luo Han fired three shots, successfully creating a fist-sized, transparent hole at the base of the parapet.

Ouyang's expression was a little stiff. Such a small hole, the visibility was too poor, wasn't it?

Unexpectedly, Luohan pulled out a piece of clay from somewhere, kneaded it a couple of times, inserted a detonator, and stuffed it into the hole. With a loud bang, the straight hole was blasted into a firing port that was wider on the outside and narrower on the inside.

The field of view isn't particularly wide, but it's sufficient.

Ouyang gave a thumbs-up with admiration and, without hesitation, seized the right to use the firing port.

Luohan didn't care at all and did the same thing, creating several more firing holes.

The two men hid behind the parapet, completely unconcerned about the bullets coming from below, and were having a great time firing at each other.

Not only did he use it himself, but he also shared his experience with Lu Wei and others who occupied another commanding position.

Both sides are in very similar situations, and since they have a method that is both useful and safe, they naturally want to share it with their partner.

Just as the five men were ruthlessly reaping the lives of the enemy, a warning suddenly appeared on their tactical goggles, flashing continuously, with several red dots projected onto the lenses.

Before they could react, they heard Luohan shout: "Drone—"

As soon as Ou Yang looked up, he immediately saw several drones flying in the distance.

The distance is too far to tell whether it's a military or civilian product, but at this time, it's not a good thing whether it's military or civilian.

The US is known for its strong sense of justice; is it really that difficult for them to modify a few suicide drones?
Ouyang threw away his sniper rifle, raised the 191 on his back and fired continuously, but the drone flew up and down nimbly and failed to hit it once.

Ou Yang was so angry that his teeth itched. He grabbed the shotgun left by Lao Mi and prepared to counter the drones, but the drones kept lingering in the distance. The shotgun's range was too short to hit them at all.

At this moment, a friendly drone flew over from the direction of Lu Wei and the others, darting towards the enemy aircraft like a bolt of lightning.

The enemy aircraft quickly dodged, but suddenly an explosion occurred under the belly of one of our drones. One of the enemy aircraft was hit by a barrage of steel balls, shattered in mid-air, and crashed to the ground.

Ou Yang was a little stunned. This was... a shotgun mounted on a drone?
Coughing is nothing to be alarmed about. With Da Mao and Er Mao shoving drones onto the battlefield and employing all sorts of tactics, how could Dongda University be completely unprepared?

He was willing to bet that their side had more than just this one method for dealing with drones.

Ou Yang assumed the drone was launched by the pilot beside Lu Wei, but it was actually a drone from the rear. It served three purposes: first, to assist the forward team; second, to act as the eyes and ears of the rear command post; and third, to counter enemy drones.

Drones have long demonstrated their important value on the battlefield. As the world's largest drone producer, how could Todai be unprepared?

Not only here, but also over several other offices.

The drones that sneaked into the city were all small, inconspicuous drones. There are plenty of these in civilian hands, so there's no need to worry about them being discovered.

At this moment, several medium-sized drones are flying around the city's outskirts, ready to provide fire support for teams infiltrating the city at any time.

However, we are only making preparations, and the higher authorities will not easily deploy medium and large-sized drones unless it is absolutely necessary.

With their worries relieved, the group threw themselves back into battle, but soon discovered that while they had taken down quite a few targets, even more enemies were arriving. If this continued, when would it end?

At this point, Lu Wei couldn't care less about anything else and directly contacted the warships to request fire support.

The situation was indeed unsatisfactory, and the warship immediately agreed to the request.

At this point, Ouyang had no idea what was happening until a drone landed behind them shortly afterward.

Luo Han rushed over, took down the military green plastic box hanging under the drone, knelt down on one knee and opened the box, revealing a sniper grenade and a row of drum magazines.

At the same time, Lu Wei and others also received battlefield express mail sent by the warship.

Luo Han grabbed the sniper grenade: "You ordered my noodles!"

Ouyang nodded, picked up the drum magazine, returned to the firing position, and immediately launched a new round of firepower.

The ample ammunition gave everyone confidence: single shots in sparsely populated areas, bursts of fire in crowded areas, and sniper grenades in densely packed areas.

The sudden increase in firepower dealt a heavy blow to the enemy, and the attack efficiency was much higher than before!

Just as Ouyang was focused on dealing with the enemy, he suddenly heard Lu Wei's reminder: "Luohan, Lao Mi has entered the building!"

From their vantage point, the two couldn't see below the building, but they could see what was happening near another high vantage point. Ou Yang glanced around and immediately saw dozens of Americans hurriedly scrambling into the building: "Old Ya, you have some over there too!"

Old teeth?

Lu Wei was too lazy to correct him: "Got it. You two be careful, don't let yourselves get caught up in something unexpected."

"Don't worry!" Ou Yang replied confidently, picked up his shotgun, loaded it with bullets, and headed towards the stairwell.

Luo Han grabbed him and whispered his plan to him.

Ou Yang then realized that Luo Han had been prepared all along. He thought to himself that there was a difference between a regular army and a guerrilla. Then he obediently followed Luo Han's instructions and hid in a safe place to keep an eye on the stairwell.

Luo Han placed the sniper grenade in front of Ou Yang, then took out the 191 and continued to eliminate the enemy.

Ou Yang waited patiently for a while, and then the door to the stairwell suddenly moved, causing the already precarious cup to fall and shatter into pieces with a crash.

The grenade grip snapped open at the man's feet. The old American stared blankly for a moment, then lunged forward while yelling, "Fire in the hole!"

boom--

A sudden explosion occurred in the stairwell, and as the enemy landed, a second grenade detonated.

Ouyang didn't rush to fire. Instead, he took a rifle left by Old Mi and shot the enemy who had dodged the explosion with two shots.

He then turned his attention back to the stairwell, silently counted a few seconds, and then fired.

A grenade flew into the stairwell, and several enemies who rushed up were thrown out of the door by the shockwave and landed hard on the rooftop.

Ouyang didn't care whether they were alive or dead; he finished them off without hesitation.

He thought there would be a continuous stream of enemies rushing up, but he waited and waited, and there was no movement.

Ou Yang was unaware that, despite the few old Americans outside, the stairwell was a scene of countless dead and injured, with more than a dozen corpses piled up haphazardly. To reach the rooftop, one had to first climb over the pile of old Americans' bodies.

The problem was that before they even showed themselves, they were hit hard twice, which stunned the enemy.

This bunch of old Americans is just a rabble that's been put together temporarily. They're fine for fighting when things are going well, but charging in under heavy fire... don't even think about it, I'm not done living yet!
The situation was similar at another high vantage point.

As it turns out, no matter how powerful a firearm is, it can only cause point damage, which is far less effective than area damage.

The enemy's actions made Lu Wei feel a sense of urgency; if things dragged on any longer, who knows what unexpected things might happen.

Apart from the bewildered Ou Yang, everyone else was internally complaining: "If only the warship could provide some fire support."

There's no need for such an exaggerated approach as using missiles; a few rapid-fire rounds from the ship's guns will suffice!

Despite the fact that five people eliminated a lot of enemies, the limits of light weapons meant that they could only kill a limited number of enemies and couldn't control the situation at all.

It's important to understand that 50% to 80% of casualties on the battlefield are caused by artillery fire. Rifles are only somewhat useful in low-intensity conflicts. In real battles, various long-range firepower are the main weapons.

With the mindset of "let's try our luck even if it's not a sure thing," Lu Wei contacted his superiors again and requested fire support.

The above-mentioned person naturally understands the principle that "the longer the night drags on, the more unforeseen problems arise." Given the complex situation within Xiushi Stewed City, the longer the delay, the more disadvantageous it will be for their side.

Therefore, the higher authorities believed that support was indeed necessary and that our trapped personnel should be evacuated as soon as possible.

Suddenly, two large drones that were cruising on the sea flew towards Xiushidun. Before they even reached the city, they opened their bomb bays and released hundreds of small suicide drones.

After the large drones were released, they left, while swarms of suicide drones made low-altitude infiltration into the city and quickly flew toward Dina Street.

Moments later, the swarm arrived.

Ou Yang was stunned to see a large, dark mass of drones flying overhead, like a dark cloud covering the sky.

However, the next second, the swarm of drones that had crossed the rooftop quickly turned and swooped down, heading towards the enemies scattered around the office.

Suddenly, a series of explosions came from the ground. Ouyang couldn't help but peek out and saw that the diving drone had landed precisely on the enemy's firing point.

There were direct bombs exposed to the elements, flanking bombs hidden in the shadows, and even drones crashing into floor-to-ceiling windows. Drones flying in front shattered the glass, while those flying behind blew through the smoke of the explosions, eliminating the enemies hiding inside.

What appears to be a chaotic mess is actually a targeted cleanup!
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of enemies were wiped out, and the intense gunfire quickly subsided.

Many of the elderly Americans who had come to witness this scene immediately lost their nerve and slunk away without looking back.

The battlefield, which had been filled with gunfire not long ago, soon fell silent, with only sporadic gunshots remaining.

Lu Wei quickly contacted his superiors to explain the situation. A moment later, a convoy drove out of the office and sped out of the city at top speed.

Lu Wei received a message from the motorcade: All staff members of the Diner Street Office pay tribute to the comrades who are not afraid of danger and fight bravely!

Watching the convoy drive away, Ou Yang raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled foolishly: "Damn it, look at you, so pathetic! You just got a couple of compliments, why are you feeling so good about it?"

(End of this chapter)