BXBX NOVEL Chapter 262.2: Just You Wait! (1)
Chapter 262.2: Just You Wait! (1)
“How is it looking?” Kang Chan asked.
“I believe the enemies still have a couple of RPGs left,” Lee Doo-Hee replied. He kept his gaze on the area ahead of him.
“The ground has fallen in. Whatever the case, we still have to get rid of all the enemies. That’s the only way we can guarantee the rescue helicopters’ safety. We’ll initiate our attack once we’ve got an update on the rescue team’s situation.”
“Understood, sir!”
Pat, pat!
Kang Chan grinned as he patted Lee Doo-Hee’s helmet. His hand was covered in cuts, scratches, and a mix of blood and dirt. Hence, he left a handprint behind where he touched the helmet.
Chk.
“Captain, the people in the chopper on the other side seem to have successfully been evacuated. Moreover, our backup should be arriving in about ten minutes,” Gérard said over the radio.
Chk.
“What about the helicopter that fell in the pit?”
Chk.
“We haven’t gotten any response from them yet. We’ll probably only get to start helping them once backup arrives,” Gérard replied.
Kang Chan stepped away from Lee Doo-Hee and headed to a spot that overlooked the lower part of the ridge.
About fifty meters from where the special forces teams were located, the enemies had parked their trucks in front of each other, forming a barrier that they used as cover while lying in wait.
Chk.
“As soon as our reinforcements arrive, we’re going to advance and push back the enemies. Tell the chopper to back us up once we start firing. Make sure you inform our reinforcements about our plan as well,” Kang Chan instructed.
Chk.
“Got it, Cap.”
Kang Chan turned around and then sat down, leaning against a rock.
The waning moon in the sky was now behind him.
Du du du du du du du du.
Below its watchful gaze, the two opposing factions glared at each other. The helicopter slowly flew back and forth, keeping watch.
Those motherfuckers! They were really stupid enough to think six hundred of their special forces would be more than enough, huh?
In spec-ops and combat in general, having more numbers would always be seen as an advantage, but they also had to keep in mind that numbers alone didn’t always decide the outcome of a situation.
Rustle! Rustle!
Gérard, Seok Kang-Ho, and Cha Dong-Gyun walked over to Kang Chan with their backs hunched over.
Grinning, Seok Kang-Ho peered over the ledge as he sat next to Kang Chan.
“Those punks must be feeling frustrated!” he shouted over the noisy chopping noises.
“They have nowhere else to go, so they’re going to be coming at us with all their might! Brace yourselves!” Kang Chan shouted back equally loudly.
Just then, Gérard turned around with his hand on his earset.
“Captain! The reinforcements are arriving now! They say we should be seeing a light!”
“All right! Tell all the men on standby to come over here! I want the rescue helicopter to take the wounded at the back and transport them stat!” Kang Chan commanded.
“Copy!” replied Gérard as he moved to a quieter place for radio communication. He then began to relay Kang Chan’s instructions at the top of his lungs.
Click!
This was probably the hundredth time that Kang Chan had checked his ammo, but before going into combat, he had to make sure his weapons were in order. He would check a hundred or even a thousand times if that was what it would take.
Kang Chan turned around and gazed down at the enemies below the ridge as his men approached from behind. He could see the unmistakable glow of headlamps coming from behind enemy lines.
He liked the numbers that he was seeing.
“Gérard!” Kang Chan called. “Tell them to get out of their vehicles and proceed on foot! Otherwise, the RPGs will take them out before they can even drive all the way here! Ask them if they brought over any heavy weaponry as well!”
After issuing commands at the top of his lungs, Kang Chan looked at the men behind him, all of whom were now waiting for new orders.
“On my mark, we’re going to bear down on the bastards waiting for us at the bottom! Protect the choppers until our reinforcements arrive!
The soldiers looked on with sharp gazes, awaiting Kang Chan’s signal.
Before they could head out, however, Gérard rushed over. “Captain! The reinforcements are telling us to wait for a moment!”
It would probably take a while for them to get out of the vehicles and get their heavy weapons ready. Nevertheless, they would soon be on their way to avenge their one-sided beating.
You dare try to outnumber us, you less-than-cockroach motherfuckers?! Have a taste of your own fucking medicine!
Kang Chan, Seok Kang-Ho, Gérard, Cha Dong-Gyun, Andrei, and everyone else stood waiting, their eyes glinting in anticipation.
Gérard tilted his head a few times as he pressed his headset against his ears and shouted into the radio multiple times. After a while, he turned to Kang Chan.
“They’re all ready now!”
The corners of Kang Chan’s lips twitched. He felt as if intense heat was rising from all over him.
Chk.
“Snipers! Target the RPGs!” Kang Chan ordered.
Chk.
“Yes, sir!”
The helicopters were quite loud, but they could still readily understand each other.
Click! Clack! Clack!
Kang Chan lifted his rifle to signal the beginning of the attack. Following his lead, everyone took aim.
Pew! Pew!
Kang Chan pulled the trigger twice, the two bullets he let loose knocking down two enemies hiding behind a truck.
Peeeeew! Peeeeew!
As if they had been waiting for it, the helicopter launched its missiles at the Quds’ position.
Boooom! Thud!
The hot flames that erupted instantly lit up the area.
“Let’s go!”
When Kang Chan began to run down the hill, the machine gun on the helicopter unleashed a barrage of bullets.
Tu ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta!
Pew! Pew! Du du du du! Bang, bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!
Kang Chan ran down as he shot their opponents.
Baaam!
From the opposite side, he heard the roars of a 20mm Vulcan rotary cannon, which could fire a thousand bullets per minute. A streak of white lines flew toward the enemy.
This was probably why their reinforcements asked for more time earlier. Kang Chan couldn’t feel more satisfied.
Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!
Kang Chan could also see trucks zooming over from the opposite direction. He aimed at their opponents as soon as he reached them.
Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud! Pew! Thud!
You motherfuckers! It’s time to pay the price of killing the chick in cold blood and using your numbers to overwhelm my men!
Du du du du du! Du du du du du du! Du du du du du!
Like a madman, Andrei swung his AK-47 from side to side.
Bang, bang, bang! Bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Gérard and the other Foreign Legion soldiers fired hails upon hails of bullets.
Ding! Ding! Swish!
Crash! Boom!
Having managed to pincer two hundred hostiles, their allies on the other end of the battlefield acted quite trigger-happy as well. They unleashed all hell using missiles, grenades, and the Vulcan cannon. The helicopter also strafed them with its machine gun.
If they hadn’t been so mad, they would’ve suggested the enemy surrender instead of annihilating them like this. However, the special forces had also lost people whom they treated like family, and the Air Force had lost some of their men as well.
At that moment, nobody was willing to stop them—and nobody would have been able to.
The enemies fired back a few times before falling to the ground.
Blood spurted from their necks and foreheads among other parts of their bodies. No one felt even the slightest sorry for them. Combat in Africa had always ended in such brutal ways.
Tribes and armies often fought unseen and unrecognized battles like this, ones where no one would be able to point fingers at them.
Considering this had been the kind of life that Kang Chan had used to live in the past, it was only natural for him to be shocked when bullies attacked him back in high school. Although he deemed that breaking their arms was an appropriate punishment, even that was nothing but child’s play compared to sticking a knife in someone’s throat and yanking it out to let blood spurt out of them.
Du du du du! Du du! Du du! Du du! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang!
The gunfight soon began to die down.
Kang Chan stepped on the driver’s side step of the truck in front of him and climbed onto its roof.
Click! Click, click! Click!
The soldiers cautiously swiveled their guns back and forth, scanning the area as they pushed onward. They could no longer see any movement.
Black smoke rose from the burning trucks and scattered into the African sky.
Du du du du!
Andrei aimed the barrel of his gun down at the head of an enemy writhing on the ground. He then squeezed the trigger.
Cruel bastard!
The soldiers all stood at their posts, rifles aimed at the Quds’ corpses.
Du du du du du du du du du!
In the distance, they saw the bright lights of a Chinook flashing. The wounded were soon loaded into it.
Their long day had finally come to an end.
Clunk! Hiss!
Gérard lit a cigarette and handed it over to Kang Chan.
“Hoo!”
As Kang Chan blew out the smoke, he saw tiny sparks flashing all around him. The other soldiers were lighting up cigarettes of their own.
The reinforcements checked the corpses again as they closed in on the special forces teams.
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang!
They were certainly meticulous.
It was normal for a few bastards to writhe even in death. It wasn’t that they were alive. Their muscles were just spasming. Nevertheless, the reinforcements still put bullets into them just to be sure.
“Voici!”
Gérard waved his hand. The leader of the reinforcements soon walked over to him, his HK417 clunking.
They exchanged salutes.
“I’m Major Blanchet of the Foreign Legion’s 13th Regiment!”
“Gérard!”
Blanchet raised his gaze and looked at Kang Chan, who was still on the roof of the truck.
“He’s our commander,” Gérard said.
“Is that the Deputy Director-General, by any chance?” Blanchet asked.
When the scar on Gérard’s cheek twitched, Blanchet immediately turned around.
Swoosh!
“I’m Major Blanchet of the Foreign Legion’s 13th Regiment!”
Kang Chan lightly raised his right hand in response.
“Blanchet!”
“Oui!”
“Can I leave the rest to you?”
“Of course!”
The confident reply made Kang Chan grin in satisfaction. He moved his cigarette to his mouth.
“Hoo.”
Africa was still swathed in darkness.