Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 419 Veteran: My Turn to Perform?

Jackie Chan's timely arrival to help Zhuang Yan out of the predicament was not actually his main purpose in coming to the central square; it was merely something he happened to be doing.

The real purpose is to steal the car!

The central square of the town of Basem is very large, with several parking lots where a wide variety of vehicles are parked.

Most of them were captured by rebel soldiers who attacked various parts of the town and brought them back along the way after defeating the government forces.

Jackie Chan had his eye on a minibus in the east parking lot that resembled a kindergarten school bus in China and had a "long snout" that could seat twenty people.

These vehicles are tough and powerful, which is perfect for solving the Yanlong team's problems.

After successfully "executed" the rebels with a grenade launcher, Jackie Chan jogged a few steps and climbed onto the minibus, calling out to Zhuang Yan over the radio.

"Siberian Wolf, get the tanks in and charge towards the hostage camp to provide cover for me."

Jackie Chan merely issued the order without explaining the purpose of doing so. As the team's highest commander, he didn't need to explain anything on the battlefield.

Zhuang Yan believed that obeying orders was his duty, and he did as Jackie Chan said without the slightest hesitation.

Controlling the T-72B tank's tracks, the throttle was fully engaged, and it charged towards the hostage camp, the uncontrolled gun barrel lying horizontally.

When Jackie Chan saw that Zhuang Yan had already driven the tank up, he immediately started the minibus and floored the accelerator.

"boom--"

The minibus roared loudly.

Thick black smoke billowed from behind, and the entire vehicle trembled violently as its speed began to increase rapidly.

They chased after the tank, which was a few dozen meters away, at top speed.

The rebels who were besieging the hostage camp saw their tanks suddenly rushing towards them and initially thought they were reinforcements.

It wasn't until they heard the leader's angry roar on the walkie-talkie that they realized the intruders had stolen the tank.

Regardless of whether the rifles were effective or not, at the order of the squad leader to stop the tank, most of them turned their guns around and opened fire on the tank.

"Da da da da..."

"Clap clap clap clap..."

The bullets were like beans being roasted over a raging fire, or like ten large firecrackers being set off at the same time during the Lunar New Year, firing hundreds of rounds per second at the tank.

As a main battle heavy tank, the T72B has the thickest protective armor on its front.

Bullets rained down on the car, making a crackling sound like popping beans, but they couldn't even leave a hole in the car.

It's basically just a tiny white mark, at most a small dent.

Absolutely unable to intercept tanks!

Zhuang Yan drove his T72B tank as if it were empty, enduring bullets and damage from dozens of rebel soldiers, and forcefully launched a raid to break into the hostage camp.

Seeing that firing bullets was pointless, the rebels pulled out their signature individual weapons—

RPG!

With the tank less than 30 meters away, the rebel rocket launcher operator fired a rocket without any interference.

"puff--"

The rocket, trailing a contrail, hurtled straight toward the tank.

Even if Zhuang Yan, who was driving the tank, spotted it, there was no time or way to avoid it, so he could only hurriedly try to turn to the side.

It was Zhuang Yan's emergency action that allowed the T72 tank to escape this calamity.

"Clang~"

A crisp, clear sound of impact.

The rocket hit the left edge of the turret, but due to the very coincidental angle, it ricocheted and flew away.

It didn't hit the tank directly in the explosion; instead, it bounced off and struck a nearby house.

With a loud bang.

One room in the two-story building was destroyed by the bomb.

Zhuang Yan successfully avoided a crisis, giving the rebel soldiers no second chance.

In a stroke of genius, they used the horizontally mounted cannon as a melee weapon, treating the tank as a close-combat weapon, and charged through the corner.

The two sides were already close, and after this volley of rockets, the distance was less than ten meters.

Zhuang Yan drove the tank straight up, startling the rebel soldiers who abandoned their vehicles and tried to retreat, but it was too late.

With its barrel extending one or two meters, it's like the most powerful baton in history at high speeds.

He lashed out with a stick!

What does it mean for autumn winds to sweep away fallen leaves?

The high-speed T72B fired a single shot, perfectly demonstrating what it means to sweep away fallen leaves in autumn.

The eaves and walls they encountered along the way were easily smashed by the cannon barrels, turning into projectiles that flew everywhere, causing the rebels to scream in agony.

It is clear that "enormous" is no ordinary thing.

Even without a gunner to fire, the cannon still possesses formidable destructive power.

Zhuang Yan wreaked havoc on the rebel soldiers' positions, leaving plumes of black smoke trailing behind him as he drove off in style, propelled by his diesel engine.

Jackie Chan, who was following closely behind, also benefited and took the opportunity to floor the accelerator and speed past.

The rebel soldiers saw another vehicle behind them, and it was an easy minibus to bully. They were tempted to open fire to stop or kill it.

Unfortunately, Tucker stirred things up, making it impossible to organize concentrated firepower.

Only two or three people fired sporadically, which posed no threat to the speeding minibus, and only a few pieces of glass were broken.

Jackie Chan drove the minibus through the alleyway and sped off toward the North Archway.

The rebel leader was sweating profusely and had no choice but to plead for help: "Dom, quick, take down that minibus! We can't let them drive in! We can't let them take the hostages away!"

Scarface, who was sniping Cheng Cai from the shadows, heard an urgent cry for help from the junior leader.

I cautiously peeked out for a quick look.

His brows furrowed immediately!

He is currently at an extremely delicate juncture, and the contest between him and Cheng Cai is about who can hold out longer and who will be put on the defensive first.

As things stand, Scarface doesn't need to retreat and holds an absolute advantage.

If the two sides continue to drag this out, Cheng Cai will definitely lose in the end, and Scarface will inevitably be the final winner, so he remained calm throughout.

But watching helplessly as the minibus entered the hostage camp was unacceptable to the scarred sniper Dom.

The situation, which had seemed certain to be won, suddenly took an unexpected turn.

Amidst extremely conflicted emotions, Dom poked his head out and carefully observed the minibus, recognizing the familiar, large man driving it.

Dom, who had been hesitant, suddenly became furious.

In that instant, my resolve was solidified!

After Dom returned, he lay on the roof for a long time and thought about it. Finally, he combined various experiences and information he had seen.

He knew that the reason he intercepted the convoy on the way and lost to Cheng Long, the sniper from the Flame Dragon Team, was not because Cheng Cai's marksmanship was particularly accurate.

It was precisely Jackie Chan, this big guy, who injured him with his powerful firepower.

To avenge the shooting.

Even if it means being exposed, Dom is determined to kill Jackie Chan.

He decisively turned his gun on Jackie Chan, calculated the minibus's trajectory, quickly adjusted his calculations, and launched an attack on Jackie Chan.

"call out--"

The supersonic bullet streaked through the air.

The 7.62*54mm machine gun bullets fired by the SVD traveled more than 200 meters straight towards Jackie Chan, aiming for his head.

The fact that sniper Dom wanted to shoot Jackie Chan in the head shows just how much he hated Jackie Chan.

"Ding, hiss~"

The bullet hit Jackie Chan squarely, and his face instantly contorted in pain.

However, Jackie Chan, who was hit by a sniper rifle, did not die instantly. He even held the steering wheel firmly and controlled the minibus to rush into the archway.

"What's going on?"

The scarred sniper was dumbfounded.

His eyes were wide open, and his head was full of question marks.

He couldn't understand why Jackie Chan seemed completely unaffected when the bullet hit him, and why his car didn't even swerve.

It was as if what hit him was just a plastic bullet, not a powerful sniper bullet at all.

"Whoosh~ thud!"

A bullet flew by and hit the window frame.

Shrapnel and fragments of the windowsill flew everywhere, causing considerable damage. Even though the scarred sniper was quite far from the window, he was still hit in two places on his face.

One is under the cheek, and the other is on the forehead.

Bright red blood immediately gushed down, simultaneously pulling the scarred sniper, who had been stunned by the "immortal" Jackie Chan, back from his daze.

The burning pain on his face, coupled with his intense incomprehension, made him extremely angry.

He simply stopped running!

After glancing at the small hole under the windowsill, he decided to do the opposite: even if he was discovered, he wouldn't move and would continue to stay there.

They caught Cheng Cai off guard, and then used the small hole below to fight Cheng Cai to the death.

However, Scarface couldn't understand why Jackie Chan couldn't be killed.

Actually, it was a combination of coincidence and Jackie Chan's own unique characteristics!

To avoid the rebels' rifle fire, Jackie Chan veered slightly to the right, subtly altering Dom's prediction.

In addition, the minibus underwent a series of modifications, including the installation of a rack on the roof, and the presence of some unloaded cargo.

The bullet pierced through the cargo on the roof, then through the metal roof, and its trajectory was significantly affected when it entered the vehicle.

Moreover, the bullet's kinetic energy is consumed, and its penetrating power is far less than before.

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And most importantly...

It's Jackie Chan's superhuman muscle thickness and bone hardness that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

All these factors combined to prevent a bullet, powerful enough to kill an ordinary person several times over, from taking down Jackie Chan.

The bullet that was originally meant to hit Jackie Chan's head deviated and hit his shoulder instead.

After penetrating Jackie Chan's bulletproof vest and piercing through his thick latissimus dorsi muscles, which are over ten centimeters thick, the bullet was ultimately stopped by his broad shoulder blades.

The bullet hit the bone, making it impossible to advance any further.

The heart, which was less than ten centimeters away, was not affected in the slightest, and not even a single artery was hit.

The bullet, which could have been fatal, only caused minor injuries to Jackie Chan.

It can only be described as a superficial injury!

It must be incredibly painful for something as thick as a finger to be forced into flesh, so even a tough guy like Jackie Chan was in so much pain that his face turned pale.

But it's just pain.

With Jackie Chan's freakish physical condition, even if the wound is left untreated, it would probably heal and scab over on its own in a few days after taking a few anti-inflammatory pills.

And all that happened to Jackie Chan is not something a skinny, scarred sniper weighing less than 100 pounds would understand; his perspective is understandable.

With that skinny monkey's 10-centimeter-thick frame, any bullet could penetrate it.

They'd be dead by now!

Despite being shot, Jackie Chan, under Zhuang Yan's cover, stormed into the hostage camp.

He moved his shoulder and felt it wasn't too bad, so he didn't tell anyone that he had been shot. He ignored the wound on his back and started organizing the other hostages to board the vehicle.

Time is extremely precious right now; there's simply no time to treat the wound.

The others held the archway entrance, preventing the rebel soldiers outside from getting through.

At this stage of the battle, only sniper Cheng Cai remained fighting outside; the others had already assembled.

While organizing the hostages to board the vehicle, Jackie Chan gave Cheng Cai the order: "Gun God, we're ready to evacuate. Come and assemble immediately. You have two minutes."

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.

The sound came from behind the hostage camp cells; everyone knew what it was without even guessing.

Sure enough, the veteran's report followed closely behind.

"Including the captain, the back door has been blown open. No rebels have been found yet. We can come through at any time. Over." Old Gun reported.

"Received. You can come and assemble now. Go into T72 and be gunners for the Siberian Wolf," Jackie Chan ordered.

"receive!"

The veteran smiled, filled with anticipation.

As a master of demolition, Lao Pao has been on almost all the tanks in China and has also worked as a gunner, handling the main and secondary weapons of various tanks.

Special forces soldiers' special driving skills are not just for show; they really have to learn everything they need to be "special".

However, despite having fired various types of artillery, the veteran had never ridden in a tank in actual combat, which made him eagerly anticipate his performance as the King of Land Warfare.

On the way Lao Pao ran over from the back door, Cheng Cai was in a completely different situation.

Cheng Cai initially thought that Scarface would move to another location, since his location had been exposed and he was already in a very passive position. If he didn't run away and stayed, it would be difficult to turn the tide.

They had already begun to look around, searching for the scarred sniper's movements.

When observing through the microscope, they unexpectedly gained a new understanding by looking through a piece of glass that had just been broken.

The glass slide is only two fingers wide, and the information it displays is very limited.

It was just one color of clothing.

Cheng Cai has been playing with Scarface for so long that he may not have been able to gather all the information he needs, but he now knows exactly what kind of clothes Scarface the sniper wears.

"They even know how to play the anti-logic game? That's impressive, but unfortunately, despite all their calculations, they still overlooked something."

Cheng Cai's lips curled up into a wide smile, like a cat that had caught a mouse. He turned his scope around, ready to take down the mouse.

After searching for an angle for a long time, I found that there was no angle to shoot from.

The scarred sniper ducked down, his body much lower than the windowsill. For Cheng Cai to hit the scarred sniper, his bullet would have to be able to make a 90-degree turn at the extreme limit.

That's obviously impossible!

"What should we do then?"

Just as Cheng Cai was wondering how to deal with him, Jackie Chan's order came through, followed by the order to arrange for Lao Pao.

"Gunner? Tank heavy artillery?"

Cheng Cai muttered to himself, a perfect plan popping into his mind.

If sniper rifles can't hit it, then use artillery.

Cheng Cai was excited when he came up with a solution. He immediately called out over the radio: "Calling Lao Pao, requesting shelling on the second window to the right, 240 meters ahead of your position at point three."

The rebel sniper is hiding in there; I can't take him out with my sniper rifle, so I'll have to rely on you. That's all.

"Old gun, got it. Give me 20 seconds."

Having just received the important task of gunner from Jackie Chan, he immediately received a difficult mission, which made the veteran gunner, who was already looking forward to it, feel excited.

(End of this chapter)