Los Angeles defector

Asymmetrical Warfare

Jason finally decided to confront the search party, and the reason that solidified his resolve wasn't just the surplus of bullets in front of him or Emily's pleading, but rather Jason's own inner self.

From the city gate to the Balona Creek, he had always been on the receiving end of vampire attacks, always being chased by vampires.

Today, even though their side was still outnumbered, it had finally become a "I will hit you!" instead of "I am hit by you!" In Jason's subconscious, he was drawn to the concept of this proactive attack.

The enemy lacked heavy firepower, and the machine g*n was Jason's specialty.

As long as they had enough bullets, the risk was worth taking.

Jason estimated that he could take out half of them, aiming to eliminate the vampires first.

If the remaining half were collaborationist troops, their combat effectiveness would be significantly lower, or they might even just rout.

Martin and Emily had already sorted out the bullets.

There were 93 rounds of 7.

92mm ammunition, plus the two original magazines, totaling 133 rounds of bullets, barely meeting Jason's desired quantity.

To fully utilize the advantage of this machine g*n, the key was to fire quickly and continuously, creating maximum damage when the enemy was in disarray and unable to counterattack in the initial stage.

Therefore, Jason chose the southern end of the valley near the exit as the battlefield position, where the visibility and distance were most suitable for suppression.

The devil is in the details, and success or failure hinges on them.

The enemy will be advancing in a single file along the narrow path from below the valley, while the machine g*n position is on the side of the valley top.

As soon as the g*n fires, the enemy will instinctively drop and take cover on both sides of the path based on the direction of the gunshot.

Although they will still be within shooting range, each of them will have their head and shoulders facing towards oneself, making them smaller targets.

Therefore, the first shot is crucial and should not be initiated by oneself.

It would be best if the vampires could all be lying horizontally within the machine g*n's range right from the start.

Jason gave Martin his first command: "You hide at the south end of the valley path and wait.

You must be the one to fire the first shot.

Pay attention and observe.

When the vampires are about sixty to seventy meters ahead of you, shoot.

Fire one shot and then run.

Make sure to hide well, calculate the distance accurately, and stay calm.

" Martin nodded heavily and said, "Hmm.

Brother, do I only shoot one shot?" If Martin could continue shooting at the roadblock, it would be great to reduce his pressure.

However, Jason couldn't bear to do this, fearing for Martin's life.

"Yes, shoot one shot and then run," he said.

Martin immediately dashed down the slope to find his position.

Next, Jason took out all twenty rounds of ammunition from the spare magazine and placed them in front of Emily and Robert Wealthy, who looked surprised.

"You two, load the bullets now.

Each of you load ten rounds for me to see, quickly.

"The first shot is crucial, but the sustained firepower is even more important.

Although there are over a hundred bullets, there are only two magazines—one on the g*n and one spare.

Therefore, Jason needs an ammunition loader, and it's a choice between Robert Wealthy and Emily.

The decision will be based on who is faster.

Emily swiftly loaded ten rounds into the magazine, while Robert Wealthy, who had only loaded three or four rounds, was interrupted by Jason.

"Girl, you stay beside me behind this slope.

When I unload the empty magazine, you reload it.

The faster, the better.

Also, remember how many rounds you've loaded and report the count every time you hand it to me.

Can you do that?"Emily's face lit up with excitement, nodding vigorously.

"I can do it!" Jason smiled and said, "Remember, stay behind the slope, and under no circumstances should you expose yourself.

Now, fill up the magazine.

"After Jason finished assigning Emily her task, Robert Wealthy felt a pang of regret.

This seemed like a good job—just hiding behind the slope and loading bullets without showing himself.

Isn't this the safest task? He sighed and mumbled to Jason, "Um, I'm not a coward, I really am a tough guy! No doubt about it.

The thing is, look at me, I'm carrying so much stuff on me, and besides, I don't even have a g*n, right?" Jason glanced at Robert Wealthy, not really expecting much from him, but still replied offhandedly, "Take off all the random stuff you have on you.

"This statement startled Robert Wealthy.

"What? You want me to go fight empty-handed? I.

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"Jason calmly interrupted Robert Wealthy, "If I die, you grab the girl and run, don't worry about anything else.

Got it?" Robert Wealthy was initially prepared to offer some excuses, but upon hearing Jason's words, he suddenly realized.

Well, what else is there to say? This task is even better - he doesn't have to do anything, just hide.

Despite this, he put on a determined and unyielding expression, "Boss, I know this little girl holds the most weight in your heart.

Entrusting me with such a critical task shows your trust in me, no doubt.

Even if it's through fire and water, I will carry the little girl out.

" If Robert Wealthy's fervor had occurred at a different time, Emily would have struggled to hold back her laughter.

However, at this moment, the little girl's previous excitement vanished in an instant.

Initially thrilled at the prospect of fighting vampires, she was so happy she felt dizzy.

But war meant death, and though she was young, she understood that the battlefield was a place of life and death.

Now, the only companion willing to play with her, talk to her, and treat her as an equal was this fox by her side.

What if the fox died? Even if she killed a million vampires, she couldn't bring back this fox.

Blaming herself for being too stubborn, she feared that her recklessness might lead to the fox's demise.

The little girl hesitated, finding the idea of fighting vampires suddenly unappetizing.

She tugged at Jason's pants leg, "Fox, what if we don't fight? What if we let them pass?" Jason understood Emily's thoughts from the worried look in her eyes.

Quitting halfway was not Jason's style; once a mission was decided, it had to be carried out to the end.

This was a psychological habit formed over many years in the military.

Furthermore, Martin was already in position in the valley, unable to be notified.

Interrupting now would jeopardize Martin.

Therefore, Jason deliberately put on a cold expression and said, "You stubborn little brat, remember how I've talked to you before! This is the battlefield now; you are a warrior of the Ninth Platoon, you are my ammunition handler, follow orders!" Jason lay behind a clump of dry grass at the corner of the narrow road, staring intently at the figures approaching closer on the path.

He estimated the distance, with the 'Broomhandle' in his hand already loaded, his heart beating faster and faster.

Martin had never been in combat, let alone killed anyone.

His palms were sweaty, his throat dry and craving water, but he kept reminding himself not to move, not to alert the enemy prematurely, not to be nervous, not to panic.

From today onwards, I, Martin, am no longer just a junior messenger; I will become a warrior.

I will strive to take down an enemy.

Robert Wealthy hid behind a slope about a dozen meters away from Jason's machine g*n position.

He had unloaded everything from his body, dared not even breathe loudly, and stealthily peered from behind the short grass at the valley road less than a hundred meters away, where a line of enemy troops was passing by.

Goodness gracious, forty-six of them.

He had handled a machine g*n himself, albeit without causing harm, so he had some knowledge of it.

When the g*n fired, the whole body trembled as bullets flew everywhere, truly frightening.

It wasn't easy to shoot someone.

Now, could he make it with just this one machine g*n and two magazines? Highly doubtful! Alas.

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it's a shame about the food and the two chickens.

Carrying the little girl on his back was truly out of the question.

Forget it, forget it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt at a loss.

The targets ahead had already passed the g*n barrel, and the entire enemy team was about to enter the best shooting position.

The machine g*n was already in a ready-to-fire state, and Jason's eyes were calm yet icy, his mind focused on the shooting plan about to unfold.

In order to create maximum chaos among the enemy, the first magazine had to be fired continuously.

The speed and continuity of subsequent shots depended on Emily's speed in supplying ammunition.

It was hard to say how long it would take for the enemy to start shooting back at their position—only God knew.

They could only watch and shoot as the situation developed.

Emily crouched behind the slope to Jason's right, following his instructions to arrange the 73 bullets neatly on the ground, with the bullet heads facing the same direction for quick loading.

Despite always wanting to experience the battlefield up close, now that she was actually there, Emily didn't feel excited.

For the first time, she began to contemplate the matter of life and death with a childlike innocence.

At a distance of sixty to seventy meters, how far is that now? About a hundred steps? Jason had told himself and Emily that a hundred steps was roughly sixty to seventy meters, which meant that the enemies were all within range.

Martin, no longer daring to hesitate, took aim seriously at the first target ahead and pulled the trigger.

With a crisp gunshot echoing through the valley, making everyone's minds tense.

This was Martin's first time in combat, his first shot fired.

Gripping the g*n too tightly, his finger muscles too stiff, he exerted too much force when pulling the trigger, causing the muzzle to shake.

The bullet anxiously grazed the first person aimed at, missed the second person, but struck the shoulder of the third person.

With a clatter, the vampires and collaborationist troops all dropped down simultaneously, lying prone and concealed on both sides of the narrow path, peering down from the side of the valley like a string of swimming fish laid out below.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat.

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Jason tried his best to control every muscle in his body, adapting to the machine g*n's recoil, syncing his body with the g*n's vibrations, merging himself with the machine g*n, becoming one life, one thought, transforming into a monster, commencing the mission of reaping.

The trajectory started with the first vampire, steadily sweeping back in succession, creating a string of continuous fireworks on the ground, evenly spaced, making slight arc trajectories, linking the bodies lying on the ground into an irregular curve, stopping abruptly only near the end of the line.

Quickly pulling out the empty magazine, Jason tossed it to Emily on the right, then proceeded to insert the second magazine.

Unable to carefully observe the effects of the first magazine, Jason estimated hitting seven targets in his mind, but the actual result was five dead and six injured.

Rat-a-tat-tat, tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat.

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With the second magazine, Jason switched to semi-automatic fire, aiming for precision and lethality, while also giving Emily more time to reload.

The focus this time was on taking care of the dozen or so vampires up front, prioritizing targets that were in motion.

The gunfire created a rhythmic beat resembling musical notes, ringing out in sets of three and two, accompanied by splatters of blood mist, dancing merrily in rhythm.

As the last bullet left the chamber, Jason casually shouted "Reload!", quickly pulled out the empty magazine, and tossed it to Emily.

Upon hearing this, Emily immediately handed over the previous magazine that hadn't been fully loaded, replying "Eighteen!", then took the empty magazine and reloaded it.

Jason estimated hitting seven targets with the second magazine, but the actual outcome was seven dead and two injured.

He achieved full hits with four sets of three-round bursts and four sets of two-round bursts.

The third burst of shots began immediately.

By this time, the enemies had passed the initial panic phase and had started to react.

Some of them began adjusting their positions and paying attention to the slopes on the sides, preparing to return fire.

Therefore, Jason's focus for this round of shooting was on targeting the enemies who were aiming their guns towards him, disregarding those who did not pose a threat.

After some of the enemies turned their bodies towards Jason, the targets suddenly became much smaller, leading to a decrease in accuracy.

Despite this challenge, Jason had to maximize his efforts to select and shoot at the most dangerous targets to ensure his own survival, as he could be in danger at any moment.

The magazine emptied once again.

"Reload!" "Fifteen!" As the magazines were refilled, the number of bullets decreased.

It was challenging—shooting was fast, but reloading was not as quick.

Only two magazines were alternated, and it was not possible to have more people reloading.

To sustain maximum firepower, this was the best approach, an experience Jason had summarized from the battlefield.

This time, Jason believed he hit five targets, but the actual result was three dead and three wounded.

In the fourth round of shooting with fifteen bullets, Jason fired three bursts of five shots each, then immediately switched the machine g*n to single-shot mode.

It was necessary to maintain continuous suppression without interruption, and the three-burst firing mode could no longer be used because the next reload would have even fewer bullets.

Jason decisively changed the mode.

Based on his assessment, three targets should have been incapacitated, but in reality, five targets were killed.

"Reload!" "Eleven rounds!" "Dah, dah, dah, dah.

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" Finally, the machine g*n transformed into a rifle, but at least it had a much higher rate of fire than a rifle.

At this point, the enemies below were only sporadically shooting back, with bullets hitting scattered around Jason, kicking up clouds of dust.

Jason didn't even blink, steadfastly firing shot by shot.

It's not that Jason wasn't afraid of death, but he couldn't stop.

Once he stopped, all his previous efforts might be in vain.

The enemies' accuracy and density of counterfire were not enough; the momentum of continuous suppression had to be maintained to maximize the advantage.

Therefore, Jason had no intention of backing down.

By this point, more than half of the forty-six enemies were either injured or killed, not a single vampire had escaped unscathed, and only around ten collaborationist troops remained unharmed.

The rest were groaning and wailing on the ground, lacking any fighting spirit.

It was truly bewildering; the occasional shots fired back were merely subconscious reactions of fear, far from being accurate or effective.

Martin remained in the same position where he fired the first shot, contrary to Jason's initial plan to escape.

Although he was scared, he also felt excited.

He wanted to seize the opportunity, to do what he could to help Jason alleviate the pressure, and to become a true warrior.

So, he kept his eyes fixed on the enemies without moving, feeling his nervousness fading as the situation in the valley improved.

At that moment, he raised the 'Broomhandle' again and began shooting—first one shot, then another, and then a third.

The more he shot, the steadier his hand became, and the more his mind calmed.

Finally, he focused entirely on his shooting.

Robert Wealthy was dumbfounded as he watched Jason, who was intensely focused on shooting just a dozen meters away, giving him an impressive lesson.

My goodness, can a machine g*n be used like this? With over forty enemies in front of him, he managed to fire almost continuously with just two magazines? In my hands, it's like a stick on fire, but in his hands, it's a scythe of death? Run? Is there even a need to run? With just a few minutes passing by, how many of those scoundrels are left in the valley below? It seems like it's their turn to run now, doesn't it? Robert Wealthy stared blankly at Jason's cold face and the two braided individuals frantically loading bullets next to him.

He was completely speechless, as if he could no longer hear the gunfire, could no longer recall fear, just staring at this asymmetric yet perfect picture, transfixed.

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