Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 442 Successfully Obtained the Big Treasure

Having seized what they wanted, the route for a safe retreat from the Red Turban Army's controlled area had already been determined during the reconnaissance.

Now Jackie Chan only needs to do one thing.

That means being patient and quietly waiting for the big fish to swim over.

Ten minutes passed.

A few scattered Red Turban Army soldiers passed by, each one excitedly and proudly shouting, their words full of contempt for the government army.

There are also various boasts about their battle achievements, how brave they were in battle, how many people they killed, and so on.

Show off how awesome your fighting power is.

However, these "experts" failed to notice that a "hunter" was lurking in a building not far from them, waiting for his chance to strike.

A complete set of urban digital camouflage, combined with the natural cover of terrain and sky.

Jackie Chan, holding a gun on the second floor, was like a ghost blending into the darkness. The Red Turban Army of the past were like blind men, none of them noticing his presence.

About seven or eight minutes passed.

This time, a big commotion finally broke out. A convoy of pickup trucks carrying supplies drove up, the trucks piled high with supplies and a dozen or so Red Turban Army soldiers.

Eighty percent of these were looted in the city and were intended to be sent to the rear of the Red Turban Army.

Therefore, these are all important strategic materials, indispensable in a large-scale war, but these materials are not the "big fish" that Jackie Chan needs.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Jackie Chan still did not take action.

Another ten minutes or so have passed!

"Hooray~~"

The roar of engines came from afar.

"Are they here?"

Jackie Chan thought to himself, adjusted his sniper scope, and looked to the right.

A dusty pickup truck was speeding through the city streets at 60 or 70 miles per hour, with a Red Turban Army soldier standing in the back.

He was like he was on stimulants, waving his right hand and shouting excitedly in the car.

The large object he was holding onto with his left hand was the "big toy" that Jackie Chan had been waiting for – the domestically produced Type 58 twin anti-aircraft machine gun.

I originally thought that such a big vehicle was very rare, and that I would be happy to get an armed pickup truck.

Unexpectedly, I won the lottery on the first try!

This is Jackie Chan's dream car, and now that he's incredibly lucky to have it in front of him, he absolutely cannot let it go.

Swish!

Use the sniper scope to check the street on the left.

Swish!

Then he looked at the street on the right.

No other Red Turban Army members were found, and there were no other vehicles behind the pickup truck, providing the perfect opportunity to hijack the vehicle.

In multi-person team operations, these tasks fall to the secondary sniper.

If you're going to act alone, you can only rely on yourself.

"Baby, closer, closer, you're the prey."

Having completed his observation and research, Jackie Chan was already confident before even firing a shot, locking his gaze on the pickup truck driver's heart through his sniper scope.

300 meters!

100 meters!

50 meters!

"squeak--"

The pickup truck slammed on the brakes as it approached the intersection, screeching loudly as it scraped the ground.

The pickup truck driver was having a blast and was indeed a very experienced driver, confidently drifting and trying to glide through the corner.

"You've arrived just in time!"

Jackie Chan smiled slightly, holding his breath and concentrating.

The crosshair is locked onto the pickup truck driver's head, and the lead time data is rapidly calculated in the mind to predict and lock onto the left side of the neck.

Less than 0.5 seconds.

Open fire!

"Bang"

The gunshot was drowned out by the screeching of wheels. The sniper bullet, traveling at a speed of 800 meters per second, crossed the space between the two sides in an instant and hit the pickup truck.

"Ding~"

*Smack!*

The bullet pierced the windshield, leaving a hole the size of a peanut and spreading cracks, before hitting the driver in the forehead.

The marksmanship was so accurate that the driver who was shot in the head died instantly.

The pickup truck, which drifted halfway across the intersection, was in great danger without a driver and crashed sideways into a hardware store on the side of the road.

The wooden awning in front of the door collapsed completely, falling down and burying the pickup truck instantly.

Jackie Chan did not move, still aiming his gun.

With a quick tap of the handbrake and a drift, the car's speed was actually less than 40 km/h. Combined with the friction from the ground and the cushioning effect of the wooden cabin, it slowed the car down.

Although the Red Turban Army soldiers in the pickup truck were buried, the chances of them dying or falling into a coma were very low.

Going out rashly at this time would likely result in a counterattack.

Dealing with the Red Turban Army soldiers in the car was no challenge for Jackie Chan.

The problem was that the AK rifle had no silencer, and the sound of it firing was much louder than the Sabr rifle in his hand. If he fired, it would attract the nearby Red Turban Army.

Jackie Chan needed to leave quietly, without alerting the entire Red Turban Army.

Waiting a minute to confirm the casualties in the pickup truck was a worthwhile trade-off to avoid potential trouble and pave the way for the evacuation.

The small hardware store is not very big, only about 4 meters long and about 3 meters high.

They extended the street outside and used planks and sticks to build a tarpaulin shed of about ten square meters to provide shade and shelter from the rain.

It was this collapsed tarpaulin that covered the entire Great Wall pickup truck.

Unable to see what was happening below the shed, Jackie Chan was unable to determine the fate of the Red Turban Army soldiers in the carriage and could only wait and see.

A long yet fleeting ten seconds passed!

"Splash, splash..."

The wooden planks on the vehicle were pushed aside, and the blue tarpaulin began to bulge out from the middle. After a rustling sound, Red Army soldiers crawled out.

"Maru, you bastard, how can you drive like that? Are you blind?"

A Red Turban soldier with a cut on his forehead, his face covered in blood, and a furious expression, crawled out of the tarpaulin and staggered toward the front of the vehicle, cursing as he walked.

It seemed they were preparing to drag the driver out and confront him for the bloodied head injury.

"Just as expected, it was only a minor injury."

Jackie Chan coldly watched the Red Turban Army soldiers emerge, then raised his SABR, still in assault rifle mode, and aimed it at one of them.

The two sides were only a few dozen meters apart, and the red dot sight was more than enough.

Jackie Chan also recognized the guy as the machine gunner who was waving his arms and shouting like a madman in the back of the truck.

As for the Red Turban Army machine gunner's apparent complete lack of awareness of the gunfire, it was entirely within Jackie Chan's expectations.

Jackie Chan knows all too well how loud the Type 58 anti-aircraft machine gun is when it fires.

Normally, without earplugs, both ears will be ringing after firing a single bomb box, and hearing will decline for a short period after a day of training.

The spent cartridge cases piled up under the engine room of the vehicle had already covered the cargo compartment with a thick layer.

They must have used up at least four or five ammunition boxes, more than a thousand rounds of 14.8mm heavy machine gun ammunition.

With the Red Turban Army machine gunners firing for so long without any ear protection, their ears would certainly be severely damaged, leaving them partially deaf.

His shouting and yelling like a madman is a manifestation of this deafness.

Those who can't hear speak louder.

Add to that the screeching of the drifting tires and the loud roar of the pickup truck's diesel engine, and the combined noise creates a massive noise blockage.

Last but not least, Jackie Chan's gun was equipped with a silencer.

The Red Turban soldier didn't hear the gunshot and mistakenly thought the driver had crashed into the wall due to poor drifting skills, which was perfectly reasonable.

The machine gunner who crawled out was unaware of the danger, and Jackie Chan wasn't about to give him a chance to discover the truth.

"Bang! Sizzle!"

The bullet reached its target instantly, easily piercing the forehead.

The angle of the shot was so perfect that the bullet created a "cavitation effect" inside the Red Turban Army soldier's skull, and the tumbling bullet was like a meat grinder.

They churned up all the brain matter in my head and even blew the entire back of my head off.

Various colors, red and white, like jet engines.

It shot out seven or eight meters behind Jackie Chan!

That is, at this time.

Jackie Chan caught a glimpse of a group of Red Turban Army soldiers on foot at a street corner about 200 meters to his left, out of the corner of his eye.

Although they were just walking slowly this way, the lack of acceleration meant that they hadn't noticed anything unusual.

However, if Jackie Chan doesn't finish dealing with this quickly, a battle will definitely break out when the group of more than ten Red Turban Army soldiers comes over.

Fighting in the rear controlled by the Red Turban Army is not a good idea.

"We can't wait any longer, we have to get this done right away."

Jackie Chan changed his mind and decided not to wait any longer. He used one hand to support himself and jumped out of the second-floor window.

"Thump~"

With a height of over two meters and a full set of equipment, the force of the fall was at least over a ton, causing the roof of the wrecked car below to collapse.

The impact of the fall was cushioned, and Jackie Chan flipped off the roof of the car with a slight sideways movement, quickly walking to the armed pickup truck.

Jackie Chan ignored the wooden planks and tarpaulins pressing down on the car, pulled out a pistol, walked straight to the front of the car, opened the door, and fired a barrage of shots inside.

Two other Red Turban soldiers, who were still dazed and confused after the collision and hadn't even gotten out of the vehicle yet, were also totaled on the spot.

After pulling the Red Turban soldier who had been shot in the head off, Jackie Chan plopped down in the driver's seat, closed the door, roughly checked the instrument panel, and restarted the engine.

"Hmph~ hiss, hmph~ boom boom boom..."

The first ignition attempt failed, but the engine started successfully on the second attempt.

Jackie Chan skillfully shifted into reverse and pulled the armored pickup truck, whose front end was only slightly deformed, out of the collapsed wood and debris.

Releasing the debris slowly and gradually can reduce the noise of it falling off the vehicle.

Try not to be heard by the Red Turban Army soldiers 200 meters away.

"Sizzle—pat!"

As the last bit of tarpaulin slid off, the armed pickup truck returned to the middle of the road.

Still not daring to make too much noise, Jackie Chan slightly increased the accelerator, allowing the pickup truck to gradually accelerate until it reached 10 kilometers per hour before shifting to second gear.

There was no loud engine noise throughout the process, only slight engine vibration.

Silently!

When Jackie Chan shifted the car into third gear, the pickup truck had already moved nearly two hundred meters away from the corner, entered the pre-set route, and quickly disappeared from the street.

The corner of the street has returned to its previous tranquility.

If it weren't for the fact that a hardware store next door had been knocked down and two Red Turban soldiers lying on the ground with their heads blown off, no one would have guessed that just now, right around this corner, a violent "carjacking incident" had occurred.

It was not yet noon.

The fiery red sun hung high in the sky, and the sunlight it shone down was exceptionally scorching.

Elsewhere in Kandal, government forces and the Red Turbans continued to fight fiercely, battling not only for territory but also for their own lives.

Almost all the Red Turban Army soldiers who had been transferred there had already been thrown into the battle within the city.

Therefore, this area is currently under the control of the Red Turban Army, and there are not many Red Turban Army soldiers, except for those passing by.

In addition, Jackie Chan deliberately avoided them; if he saw the Red Turban Army in the distance, he would change his route and go around them.

Jackie Chan's journey was relatively uneventful; he smoothly traversed a small portion of the city and reached the main road outside the city without any further fighting.

Looking at the vast grassland outside the city, Jackie Chan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

During their time in the capital, Kandal, there were seemingly easy headshot games, tense escort missions, and the final carjacking and murder.

Jackie Chan's entire body, including his nerves and even tendon cells.

There wasn't even the slightest moment of relaxation.

Maintaining this high-intensity combat state is not only extremely mentally taxing, but also extremely physically demanding.

Now that we're outside the city, our guard has relaxed, and hunger has taken over.

Food is to soldiers what fuel is to vehicles and ammunition is to weapons.

Closely related and indispensable.

The U.S. military, which is known for its pickiness about military rations, has this statement on their packaging: "Restricting the variety and nutrition of food will lead to rapid weight loss, resulting in loss of strength, decreased endurance, lack of energy, and decreased mental alertness."

This brief yet scientific description clearly demonstrates the conclusion.

How important is food to a soldier's combat ability?

"Braised pork in a can, such a nostalgic taste, but unfortunately... it's so greasy without heating it up. But given the special circumstances, I have no choice but to eat it."

"The braised beef in cans tastes alright, but it's a bit too sweet, which isn't quite satisfying. If you add a few chili peppers and cook it, it would be much more enjoyable."

"Individual self-heating rations, although this thing is a dehydrated version of salted vegetable fried rice, the taste is definitely the best and the most convenient among them."

"Oh, I almost forgot, there's also ham. No wonder it's the embassy's stock."

……

Jackie Chan drove the pickup truck with his left hand while opening his tactical backpack with his right, taking out military rations and making comments as he ate.

At Jackie Chan's current driving speed, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should be able to reach Dr. Chen's "St. Francis Chinese Hospital" in a maximum of two hours.

There is plenty of food there!

Having not eaten well for the past two days, Jackie Chan didn't have many concerns. Apart from two packs of spare, which were unpalatable compressed biscuits, he ate all the other food.

While eating, his eyes were also busy, constantly surveying the roadside terrain.

The armed pickup truck had plenty of fuel, and the paved road built with aid was very smooth, so it could easily drive all the way to Sankuga town.

But after driving for less than an hour, Jackie Chan stopped on the side of the road.

Following Jackie Chan's gaze, a concrete bridge over ten meters long appeared ahead, with a crossroads at the bridgehead.

Jackie Chan took out his rugged satellite phone, opened the navigation software, and then took out the map he found in Zumaer, carefully comparing and identifying it.

(End of this chapter)