Abu Omar's bloodshot eyes, filled with anger and ambition, were wide open at this mont. His pupils had already dilated, yet they seed to retain an intense shock, unwillingness, and a hint of incredulous bewildernt.
His body stiffened and then fell backward like a wooden stake that had lost its support, crashing heavily onto the cold and dirty concrete floor with a dull thud.
"Leader!! Leader!"
"Sniper! There's a sniper!"
On the rooftop, an eerie silence maintained for half a second before it was completely shattered by indescribable terror, chaos, and screams.
Everyone was scared out of their wits by this sudden, precise assassination!
...
A kiloter away, at the top of a ruined building.
Song Heping clearly saw through the scope the entire process of the target getting shot and falling backward.
Although he couldn't be 100% sure of the kill, the manner of the fall and the explosive chaos and panic among the surrounding people clearly told him—hit!
Highly likely a direct beheading!
"Move!"
Without any hesitation, he imdiately roared, packed away the gun, not even sparing the ti to carefully inspect the battle result.
If he delayed any longer, perhaps what awaited would be an artillery barrage.
On the battlefield, snipers are always the most hated and sought-after target to tear apart by the opposing camp.
He and the spotter slid down the stairs at the fastest speed, almost just as their feet left the rooftop platform in that split second—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Boom!
Crash!!!
A series of high-explosive rounds from heavy machine guns and mortars, coming from who knows where, precisely and violently covered their previous sniper position as if guided by an unseen hand.
Shards and smoke rose skyward!
If they had been a second late, they'd have been blown to pieces by now!
"How was it? Did you hit?"
The Chef saw Song Heping return and anxiously inquired in a low voice, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"Target is down, highly suspected to have hit the enemy's senior commander."
Song Heping was concise, his tone still calm.
He handed the heavy SVD back to the spotter: "Keep it safe! We may still need it!"
Although not finally confird, intuition told Song Heping—he succeeded!
And at this mont, within the attacking forces of the "Victory Front," the news of their highest commander Abu Omar being precisely beheaded by the enemy sniper spread like a plague with wings through radio, shouting, and deserter rumors, rapidly spreading across the chaotic battlefield.
The communications thods of modern battlefields make the transfer of such critical information sotis faster than imagined.
Especially the confidants and senior leaders around Omar, already on edge due to the attack on Otaba, now beca headless with panic.
The southern logistical base was seized, the leader was sniped—continuing the fight could lead to being besieged from all sides anyti.
Retreat!
Imdiate retreat is necessary!
In panic, different leaders began issuing conflicting orders—so demanded to continue the attack, while others started ordering their n to retreat.
The entire offensive system instantly fell into massive chaos and command failure.
In front of entrance number three, the suffocating pressure evaporated like the tide swiftly receding.
Song Heping, the just-recuperated Chef, and the last two or three wounded, barely standing defenders waited for the next wave of attack that never ca.
"What's going on? They seem to have disappeared?"
The Chef curiously leaned against an embrasure, continuously peering at the enemy's attack positions.
Initially, a few flickering shadows could still be seen there.
Now there's nothing visible.
The morning sun rose from the east, casting its light on Halaib.
Visibility began to clear up.
Song Heping also observed from the firing port for a mont and ultimately reached the sa conclusion as the Chef—the enemy seed to have disappeared!
"Boss! Mr. Song!"
The spotter appeared before the group again.
This ti, unlike before when he was cautious and stooped, he sprinted to them from the building unrestrained, without caution or care.
"They've retreated!"
"What?!"
The Chef's eyes went wide.
"Are you sure!?" Held the line?
"Positive!" The spotter shouted excitedly: "I saw their vehicles and n withdrawing heavily from the town!"
"Move!"
Song Heping tugged at the Chef.
"Let's get back to the command post, use the radio to contact other units, and see how things are going over there."
The radio at gap number three had been blasted, and the signaln were already dead.
The two quickly briefed the spotter to maintain his observation, then sprinted back to the command post.
Inside the command post, only the last three communications soldiers remained at their posts.
Previously, everyone capable of moving or breathing had been sent out to fill the lines.
The battle reaching this stage ant even the command staff, let alone cooks, had to go to the frontline.
Seeing Song Heping and others return, one of the communications soldiers removed his headset and shouted: "Colonel Yevgeny, Mr. Song! I've received reports from various units in the city saying the enemy is retreating!"
"Are you sure?" Song Heping was still skeptical.
"Very sure! General Jamal is also on his way back to the command post, he wants to confirm this as well!"
"It's Abu Omar."
The Chef suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Song! You might have just shot the highest commander of the 'Victory Front'!"
After hearing the news, Song Heping had already figured it out.
He couldn't help but smile.
Then he plopped down on a chair, looking up at the Chef: "Now can you go to the kitchen and make so good Borscht? I'm terribly hungry! I've earned it."
"No problem!"
The exhaustion in the Chef also vanished.
Nothing is a better energizer than victory.
Having broken the siege of Halaib ans the southern line is temporarily stabilized.
If Song Heping really did take out Abu Omar earlier, it ans the "Victory Front" would be hindered for a while.
Half an hour ago,
The Chef thought he was probably not going to make it out of here alive.
He never imagined half an hour later, they would achieve a major victory…
Life, what a damn magical thing!
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