The shock wave of the explosion was like an invisible heavy hamr, fiercely striking Haftar's chest, slamming him against the concrete wall covered in bullet holes.
"Ugh—"
The intense vibration made him vomit his dinner.
But he didn't hesitate for a mont, not even thinking, his body's instinct surpassed consciousness, rolling sideways with the force of the impact.
Bang bang bang—
Just as he rolled to the side, a few warheads hit the spot where he had just fallen against the wall; one second later, and he would be eting Allah.
Song Heping's reaction was like a precision killing machine.
In the instant the explosion shock wave tore through the air and shattered the glass windows, his entire body was like a spring compressed to the extre, suddenly plunging towards the thick oak desk to his rear side.
The rolling movent was fluid without a trace of redundancy, embodying the tactical evasion instincts honed by Special Forces.
Shattered glass fragnts, concrete debris, and burning paper scraps fell like deadly hail, "crackling" onto the solid tabletop.
While dodging, Song Heping's gaze instantly locked onto the scene outside the window—as he utilized the towering flas ignited by the RPG-7 rocket on the adjacent building, he saw several ghostly black silhouettes camouflaged in desert paint and equipped excellently, advancing quickly in a textbook double-arrow assault formation from the southeast ruins.
"What's happening!?"
Haftar wiped away the food residue at the corner of his mouth, a look of surprise on his face.
"We've been ambushed!"
Song Heping sneered, looking at Haftar: "Silent infiltration into the city to launch an attack isn't possible without inside help."
"You suspect ?!"
Haftar was furiously enraged.
He felt insulted.
"Not you, but maybe one of your subordinates." Song Heping sighed slightly: "In a war-torn country, loyalty is as precious as a C-woman in a red-light district."
Haftar's face turned blue and white, he angrily stood up, the muzzle of the heavily worn AKMSU short assault rifle was already raised, pointing towards the southeast ruins outside the broken window where flas soared, shouting in Arabic: "Hide! Snipers! Southeast ruins! Allah curse those traitors!"
"SBS! Double-arrow assault formation! Three o'clock direction, two groups of four! HK416, equipped with M203 grenade, thermal fusion sight!"
Song Heping's voice amidst the deafening roar of PKM machine guns, the chaotic howl of AK rifles, and the lingering sound of explosions was as precise as a scalpel cut, penetrating into the eardrums of every Special Soldier rcenary through their throat mics.
He could even discern the nearly perfect rhythm of cross-cover advances and the millisecond precision of short burst intervals.
That was the standard 2-3 shot burst, aiming for first-shot accuracy and sustained fire continuity!
He sensed the sll that seeped with SAS Hereford training ground's mud, sweat, and deadly intent—
The best British hounds have arrived!
"Disaster Star! Southeast corner of the ruins, suppress those fire points dead! Hunter! Get high! Take nas!"
Song Heping's orders had no fluctuations, yet carried a steely resolution, instantly anchoring the counterattack basis for this unforeseen encounter.
"Received! Boss! Damn Brits, taste grandpa's 'Shredder'!"
Outside the corridor, Disaster Star forcibly pushed open a wooden door that was trembling from the explosion's shock wave, the heavy muzzle of the PKM general-purpose machine gun spewed out a nearly half-ter-long orange-red fla.
The deafening sound of continuous firing instantly overshadowed all other noises on the battlefield, the dense 7.62mm full-power bullet rain screeching through the air, harshly targeting two SBS mbers who had just set up L7A2 general-purpose machine guns trying to establish suppressive fire points at the edge of the ruins.
Scorching warheads like Grim Reaper's plow instantly shattered and scattered sandbags and bricks at the edge of the cover, raising dust.
The massive kinetic suppression and fire density forcibly pinned the two well-trained SBS mbers behind cover, with no chance of even raising their heads!
Almost at the sa mont Disaster Star's signature roar resonated, a more swift and lethal shadow, like a Ghost rging into wall shadows, silently darted up the narrow stairs leading to the rooftop from the second floor.
Hunter's hands had long switched from M24 to HK417 precision shooter rifle, equipped with OSS Helix QD silencer and Schmidt & Bender PM II 3-20×50 high-power night vision scope.
For this mission, he chose this precision rifle to showcase his expertise.
In high-intensity battles, a semi-automatic HK417 controls a larger area and possesses more suppressive power than a single-shot bolt-action M24.
His actions were so fast they surpassed the limit of human eye perception, with agile steps and by borrowing montum, his body disappearing at the rooftop's broken hole blasted by shells, without a trace of excess movent, like the most lethal assassin rging into darkness.
"Bang— Psh!"
A low, silencer-unique tailed gunshot, instantly drowned out by PKM's roar and AK's screech.
The head of an SBS mber swiftly probing from behind a low wall, attempting to use the AG416 grenade launcher module under his HK416 rifle to fire a grenade at the first-floor window of the building, suddenly exploded into a terrifying mixture of white bone shards, crimson blood, and gray brain matter!
The 7.62X51MM sniper bullet with match-grade boat tail bullets spun at supersonic speed, tearing through the Kevlar Helt and skull of the SBS mber, with a massive cavitation effect instantly depriving all vitality.
The corpse fell backward like a limp sack without bones, and the weapon in hand clattered to the ground.
Precision!
Cold-blooded!
Efficiency! Like the Grim Reaper silently and indifferently scratching off a na.
"Sniper! Eleven o'clock direction! Rooftop! Top-tier expert! Group B, cover and suppress him! Group A, smoke bombs! Assault team, continue the aggressive attack! Confirm the target in the second-floor study, prioritize elimination!"
SBS squad commander Captain Coleman's icy voice echoed in the encrypted channel, tinged with a trace of surprise and high alert from being ambushed.
Several smoke grenades hissed as they rolled and precisely landed in the open area between the building and the ruins, thick, choking white smoke rose instantly like a heavy curtain, obscuring the lethal view from the Hunter above.
At the sa ti, the other two groups of SBS mbers, facing the Disaster Star's ferocious firepower like raging waves and the panicked sporadic counterattacks of the LNA soldiers, like sinister Poison Snakes using the smoke and complex ruins as perfect cover, launched another assault on the building from extrely tricky angles!
Their tactical movents were smooth, efficient, and deadly, alternating advances, fire cover, and blind spot elimination, displaying the suffocating oppression of top-tier Special Forces worldwide.
Standard NATO warheads, like poisonous bees, continuously drilled in from walls' broken holes, below windows, and fracture gaps of beams, suppressing every nook that might hide a counterattack firepower, emitting a tooth-grinding "thud" as they entered the walls.
"General! You definitely have a Poison Snake among your n! And in a very high position; otherwise, they couldn't have infiltrated through the city gates and defenses to reach the command center here!"
Song Heping's voice echoed in Haftar's ears, carrying an undeniable tone — if there was the slightest uncertainty before, it was now completely gone.
As he spoke, he fixed his gaze out the window at the ghostly outlines flickering in the dense smoke.
"The SBS knows our position and even the status of us in the study just now like the back of their hand! Without an internal enemy providing real-ti room-accurate coordinates and status reports, there's no way the first damned RPG could be so accurate! So ruthless!"
Haftar was leaning against a bookshelf shattered by the explosion, crazily firing his AKMSU at a fleeting shadow outside the window.
Upon hearing Song Heping's words, his face, etched with gunpowder, sweat, and the grooves of exhaustion, froze suddenly, a chill of ice-cold trepidation exploded from the coccyx up toward the skull, as if a Poison Snake's fangs had pierced his heart.
Internal enemy!
High-ranking internal enemy!
This thought pierced his already fragile nerves like a poisoned ice stake.
Flashes of recent battlefield failures raced through his mind.
Those inexplicable fall of strongholds, those precisely ambushed logistics convoys, those strangely leaked key intelligence...
In a split second, all the suspicions joined into a deadly poisonous thread!
"Abdul! Abdul!"
Haftar jerked his head toward the door and roared with all the remaining strength in his body, his voice distorted by extre anger and fear.
"Seal the entire command post! Highest alert! No entry, no exit! Conduct a sweep! Imdiately investigate all communications officers, guard captains, and dispatch runners on duty tonight! Especially Colonel Jafali's n! Quick! By Allah, drag that bastard out for !"
The old General's eyes blazed with a destruction will more terrifying than the flas of vengeance; he knew the fort was collapsing from within. If the tumor wasn't imdiately excised, there was no need to wait for the GNA army's arrival; tonight would mark the end for him and his n!
"Yes, General!"
From outside, ca the panicked yet unfailingly firm response and the heavy, rapid footsteps of Haftar's most trusted adjutant, Major Abdul, running away.
The battle continued, and a few minutes later, Major Abdul, the adjutant, stumbled and staggered in from outside the door.
Once inside the door, he collapsed to the ground.
"Abdul!"
Haftar rushed over, grabbing his adjutant and dragging him to the corner of the room.
He squatted down, holding Abdul's body, but soon felt a wetness in his palm. When he opened his hand, it was full of blood...
"Jafali... betrayed..."
Blood was oozing from Abdul's chest.
The location was on the left chest.
Judging by the blood loss, he didn't have much ti left.
"In the city... nearly half... betrayed..."
Before he could finish, his head slumped, and he was gone.
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