The crew trapped inside didn't even have a chance to call for help before they were crushed into a pulp.
The second missile was as precise as a scalpel, directly hitting the weak point at the base of another "Tank" where the turret connected to the body.
The violent explosion was like a giant axe chopping down, ripping the heavy KPV heavy machine gun along with the entire turret base off the body, tumbling like an abandoned toy into the sand, raising a cloud of dust.
Deprived of its main weapon, the "Tank" was like a giant snake with its poison fang pulled out and its spine broken, spinning and smoking helplessly in place, completely losing its threat.
The driver of the third "Tank" displayed an astonishing survival instinct, flooring the accelerator to crash into the burning wreck of a pickup truck the mont the missile approached.
"Boom!"
The missile exploded prematurely on the wreckage of the pickup truck. The violent explosion and flying shrapnel could not penetrate the hull but destroyed the KPV heavy machine gun on the roof and damaged several wheels on the left side, leaving the massive vehicle immobilized, grounded in place.
"Well done!"
Samir exclaid excitedly, quickly discarding the hot disposable launcher and snatching up the RPG-7 that was prepared nearby.
"RPG team! Take out that paralyzed iron turtle and the armored truck behind it! Blow them to pieces for !"
The militia on both sides of the valley were thoroughly ignited by this overwhelming opening.
The militia, who had previously harbored a slight fear, now went berserk, starting to madly pour bullets like a storm onto the convoy of 1515.
"Dada-dada-dada——!"
"Boom-boom-boom-boom——!"
The crisp, continuous burst from the PKM general-purpose machine gun and the muffled, powerful roar from the DShK heavy machine gun finally erupted.
The dense rain of bullets crossfire, shooting towards the motorcycles and pickups scrambling like headless flies in the riverbed.
The dozens of motorcycles and pickups at the front of the convoy crashed into a wall of death composed of scorching tal, instantly being riddled with holes, sparks flying, tires bursting, people and vehicles flipping! Bullets hit the soft sand, raising dense columns of tawny smoke; hitting unprotected bodies, they exploded into bright red mists!
The screams instantly drowned out the sporadic gunfire of resistance!
The battle instantly entered its bloodiest, fever-pitch phase!
While everyone was in a state of excitent, Song Heping remained exceptionally calm.
The ferocity and resilience of the 1515 force, able to wreak havoc across several countries, were not unfounded.
As expected, after a brief, hellish chaos, under the deeply ingrained fanatical religious ideology and the bloody suppression of the supervisory team, the remaining ard elents let out even more frenzied, hysterical howls.
"Charge! Kill them all!"
Thousands of extre militants utilized the debris-strewn vehicles and undulating sand dunes for cover, launching fierce and chaotic counterattacks on the Suicide Squad positions on both sides of the valley with their AK-47s, AKMs, RPG-7 rocket launchers, and even vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns.
Especially those two armored trucks equipped with ZU-23-2 anti-aircraft guns, although affected by the explosions, their bodies covered in dents and smoke marks, they still beca the most terrifying mobile fire points.
"Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom——!!!"
The distinctive gunfire of the ZU-23-2 anti-aircraft guns was extrely intimidating, making one tremble just by hearing the sound.
This fast-firing weapon, originally designed to target low-flying aircraft, was rcilessly used at low angles to deal with infantry and makeshift fortifications, its power truly a catastrophic disaster!
23mm high-explosive rounds and deadly armor-piercing incendiary shells, like two raging steel fire dragons, pounded the Suicide Squad's positions at a terrifying rate of fire of several hundred rounds per minute.
A PKM machine gun position built from sand and rocks was instantly covered by a barrage of shells dense as rain.
The rocks seed as fragile as tiramisu cake in the face of large-caliber machine gun rounds.
The two machine gunners behind the cover, along with their beloved PKM, were instantly blasted into a bloody ss, body and bones obliterated.
Several nearby Suicide Squad mbers, who were moving ammunition, were also hit by flying scorching shrapnel, collapsing with screams, their blood instantly staining the sand red.
The ZU-23 of another armored truck turned its barrel, pouring furious fire onto the other side of the cliff, targeting the most threatening anti-tank group positions.
23mm shells hit the weathered rocks, sending fragnts flying, smoke and dust filling the air, the rock face pockmarked with mouth-sized craters, suppressing the anti-tank group mbers so much that they couldn't lift their heads, let alone aim and fire.
"Sniper team! Prioritize taking out the anti-aircraft gun trucks! Eliminate their gunners!"
Song Heping's icy voice sliced into the chaotic battlefield communications like a sharp blade.
His PSO-1 scope had long locked onto the main gunner with a grim, manic grin on the turret of the first ZU-23 armored truck.
The guy was relishing the thrill of slaughter, his face showing no fear, only a broad, crazed smile.
Even from several hundred ters away, his protruding big yellow teeth were visible.
Song Heping held his breath, his finger gently on the trigger.
In the scope, the target's silhouette wavered slightly.
The excessive heat created rising hot air.
This made the view distorted, hampering precise aiming.
But for a top expert like Song Heping, was this a problem?
No, it wasn't.
He precisely calculated the crosswind's impact (wind speed about 3 ters/second from the front right to the rear left), subtly shifting the reticle with the range-finding curve slightly to the upper right by three-quarters of a mil.
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