Chapter 519 - Charge (2/2)

“Mr. Mie, come back!”

Jiang Zhiming called out to stop Xiao Luo, but he did not even respond. He charged forward with an indomitable will like a well-honed dagger cutting through the enemy’s vital spot. Knowing that he could not stop Xiao Luo, Jiang Zhiming quickly decided on the next course of action. “Attack!” he yelled.

Jiang Zhiming charged forward to lead the assault as soon as he gave the order.

His team members had regained their composure by now and reacted instantly to the order. They rose in unison and started to shout with great fortitude. Fearlessly, they followed closely behind Jiang Zhiming, ready to give up their own lives for their comrades.

On the rebel side, the commander and his troops were stunned when they saw a lone soldier from their enemy lines charging at them alone. They could not believe that any trained soldier would retaliate in this manner.

“أطلقعليهالنا (Fire and kill him)!” the Libyan rebel commander roared.

The dazed rebels then recovered from their shock and loaded their firearms and machine guns to bring Xiao Luo down.

RAT TATAT TAT TAT!

WHUMP! WHUMP! BOOM! BOOM!

Bullets were flying thick and fast, hitting the ground in sprays of sand and ricocheting of rocks throwing debris all around–a wall of lead headed in Xio Luo’s direction, seemingly impossible for him to pass. RPGs streaked toward him, leaving trails of propellant gasses discharging from their rear nozzles.

But Xiao Luo did not decrease his speed in the face of enemy fire. His sharp eyes tracked the incoming rounds, and he deftly evaded the hail of bullets as he found gaps within the sea of projectiles before him. A series of zig-zag movements brought him closer to his enemy with a scratch on his body.

But Jiang Zhiming and his troops were less fortunate. Two soldiers were blown to bits being, which prompted the rest to take cover by lying prone on the ground. Suppression fire by the Libyan rebels kept them quiet, and from where they laid, they could see Xiao Luo charging into a hail of bullets without taking a hit.

“Oh, my God, how is he even dodging all those bullets and shells?”

Everyone in the special operation team was dumbfounded at that moment as they would never believe that a man can actually outrun bullets had they not seen it themselves. This had toppled their understanding of common sense.

The commander of Libyan rebel troops started feeling anxious as he saw Xiao Luo approaching. “اقتله!” he yelled.

The five machinegun-mounted vehicles moved up. The lead vehicle was an armored car with a roof-mounted gun, while the other four were technical” pickup trucks with guns mounted on their cargo beds. These were Gatling guns, a type commonly used by the Mei nations, and started to open fire relentlessly. Its fire rate exceeded a thousand rounds per minute, and when the trigger was pulled, its multiple barrels rotated at high speed, sending a hail of bullets flew at Xiao Luo like a giant swarm of wasps.

Wherever Xiao Luo went, the bullets followed, and when they hit the hard ground, sprays of sand and dust were kicked up, demonstrating the terrifying power of Gatling guns.

The Special Operations team feared for Xiao Luo, to the point they almost forgot to breathe. If he was hit, he would be instantly turned into a pile of meat, for they knew better than anyone the capability of a Gatling gun.

SWOOSH!

Xiao Luo had no expression on his face as he continued to advance on the rebels, keeping his eyes locked on the commander who was giving battle orders by the armored car. Suddenly, he bounded high into the air toward the rebel commander, landing some four meters away like a ferocious beast ready to strike down its prey.

Before the rebel commander could even react, Xiao Luo had summoned the terrifying power of Ghost Claw, and his right hand smashed into the commander’s forehead.

THUD!

The commander’s brain exploded like a squashed tomato, and instantly blood and brain matter splashed everywhere as the body flew back like a broken kite, smashing into the door of a 5-tonne truck before bits of flesh sliding down to the ground in a puddle of slime.