The orders were carried out silently and efficiently.
The three "Typhoon" vehicles blended perfectly into the environnt, using the shadows cast by the mountains and their own low profiles.
Sniper "Cold Blade" Sokolov and Vanguard "Frost" Morozov slid out of the vehicle like phantoms. Their movents were light and swift, making full use of every rock and clump of dried grass for cover, silently infiltrating towards the ridge and pass.
Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was as tense as a fully-drawn bowstring.
Song Heping and Hunter also tightened their grips on their weapons, the barrels of the HK416 and SV-98 pointing through firing ports towards potential threats outside.
On the terminal screen, the "Sea Eagle"-3 drone transmitted enlarged and enhanced thermal images: several figures could be clearly seen sitting or lying in a leeward area on the other side of the pass, two of them operating a box-like device emitting obvious high heat, about the size of a suitcase.
"It's a thermal reconnaissance device!"
There was an unmistakable shock in "Hawkeye's" voice.
"But this is 1515 Ard's controlled area, how could their people have such advanced equipnt?!"
It was no wonder "Hawkeye" was exclaiming in surprise.
The drones have night vision and heat detection capabilities.
The fact that the enemy could remain hidden until within an 800-ter range before being discovered shows they are no ordinary rabble.
They even have technology that can sowhat negate the SSO Squad's night combat advantages!
At this mont, "Cold Blade's" voice, calm as the icy wind of a tundra, sounded in the channel, confirming the drone's observations: "Target confird. One lookout at the ridge height, equipped with high-magnification binoculars and... possibly a satellite phone. Seven individuals at the flat area behind the pass, mixed equipnt, AK series rifles, at least two RPG-7 rocket launchers, and a PKM machine gun. The core is that thermal imaging device, the operators seem to be routinely scanning this direction of the pass."
"Are they targeting us?" Petrovsky's tone was sowhat anxious.
After all, this mission was so secretive.
How did 1515 get the intel?
If the covert operation leaks in advance, the whole mission may have to be scrapped.
The channel fell silent.
No one dared to answer Petrovsky's question.
"They are not coming for you."
Finally, it was Song Heping who broke the silence.
"How do you know?"
Petrovsky imdiately looked at Song Heping.
Song Heping said, "Look at the map, what place is this? This is already the border area where 1515 Ard and Kurd forces intersect. They don't get along, and both are wary of each other. Is it strange that 1515 is guarding an important passage here to monitor the Kurds?"
Petrovsky was slightly startled, imdiately pulled out a tablet to bring up the map, and then quickly checked his positioning.
Indeed, everything was as Song Heping said.
This seems to be the boundary of the intersecting forces.
He couldn't help but look at Song Heping again.
He couldn't help but wonder.
This guy didn't even look at the map, how did he know?
Suddenly, he felt that the legendary "Ghost" indeed had so depth.
"Can we go around?"
Petrovsky asked "Frost" in the channel, though he already had an answer in his heart after looking at the map.
"Terrain is unfavorable."
"Frost's" voice ca imdiately, with a hint of urgency.
"The sides are nearly vertical steep slopes and loose rubble, vehicles cannot pass. To go around on foot would take at least an hour and there's no guarantee we wouldn't be spotted by their thermal imagers while climbing. We also need vehicles for subsequent actions, and after all, they've blocked the only passage; there's no way vehicles can get through."
The situation was clear.
This was already close to Hasakah Province, in the northeastern part of Siria.
The northeast is mostly highlands and mountains.
Therefore, circumventing is risky and ti-consuming; waiting for the enemy to leave is a pipe dream.
After all, mission timing does not allow it.
The presence of this technically equipped ard squad is a huge threat to the covert infiltration mission.
Major Petrovsky's eyes flashed coldly, murderous intent instantly replacing the previous caution.
He lowered his voice and issued the final operational command via radio: "We can't let them transmit our intel. Execute a silent elimination mission. 'Cold Blade', you are responsible for taking out the ridge lookout, make sure it's a kill shot, and don't let him raise the alarm."
"'Frost', 'Shadow', approach from the left using the gully and rock shadows, prioritize taking out the thermal imager operator and the Commander."
"'Iron Hamr', 'Thunder God', flank from the right, clear out remaining combatants swiftly, focus on the RPG and machine gunner. I will lead the rest to approach slowly from the front, creating slight noise to draw their attention. Song, Hunter, stay in the vehicle, provide us with cover fire and battlefield surveillance with the vehicle-mounted weapons and sniper position, be alert for any other potential enemy patrols."
"Understood!"
A low and resolute response echoed in the channel.
Song Heping pressed the microphone and added caution: "Major, they have thermal imaging, silent approach at night is extrely challenging, the operation demands high speed and coordination."
"Therefore, this attack must be surgically precise, as swift as lightning!"
Petrovsky's tone was unequivocal.
"Don't worry, we have our ways to completely destroy them before they can react! Move out!"
"See, this is how the Russians are."
Hunter shrugged at Song Heping.
"They always think everyone else is an idiot compared to them."
After saying this, he stretched and exhaled deeply: "Let them ss around by themselves, we'll ensure our own safety."
Song Heping pondered for a mont, then leaned out from the vehicle's rooftop machine gun position, taking out binoculars to focus on the battlefield.
After all, he also wanted to see the tactical level of these SSO squad mbers.
The SSO Special Forces mbers quickly demonstrated their prowess.
"Cold Blade's" SVDS sniper rifle delivered the first kiss of death—a soft 'puff' like ripping silk.
The muzzle, equipped with a high-efficiency silencer, showed almost no flash, the bullet spiraled out at an extrely high initial speed, piercing precisely into the forehead of the sentry nearly 300 ters away on the ridge.
The target didn't even have ti to react, his body trembled slightly before collapsing softly behind the rock, the binoculars and satellite phone slipping from his hand.
Almost at the sa millisecond "Cold Blade" fired, on the left flank, "Frost" and "Shadow" leapt out from shadows less than 30 ters from the enemy like ghosts erging from Hell!
In their hands, silencer-equipped V-AR rifles spat out brief, deadly tongues of fire, "pupupup..." the subsonic ammunition firing sound perfectly masked by surrounding noise.
The two militants, focused intently on their thermal imagers, fell where they stood, grueso bullet holes appearing on their foreheads.
To the right, "Iron Hamr" Volkov's PKP "Pecheneg" machine gun growled nacingly.
Despite a muzzle flash suppressor, the machine gun's thunderous roar still echoed clearly in the silent night, yet now that concern was secondary.
The dense hail of 7.62x54mm R rounds swept like the Grim Reaper's scythe, instantly enveloping three enemies, including the PKM machine gunner, the trendous kinetic force rendering their bodies into fragnts.
Demolition expert "Thunder God" Kuznetsov, like a human tank, alternately providing precision shots with his V-AR and advancing swiftly, prepared to use grenades or explosives if necessary to eliminate any stragglers.
Major Petrovsky and the frontal distraction team opened fire simultaneously, their precise single shots or bursts systematically eliminating the remaining adversaries seeking cover or returning blind fire.
The entire engagent resembled a ticulously orchestrated death symphony, from first to final note lasting less than fifteen seconds.
Eight militants, including the tech specialist, had virtually no ti to retaliate under the sudden onslaught, the conflict concluded before it could truly begin.
The suddenness of the tactics, overwhelming firepower, and individual soldiers' high level of proficiency were perfectly evident at this mont.
The battle ended swiftly.
Major Petrovsky signaled "Safe", and team mbers imdiately dispersed per standard protocol, in pairs checking each body rapidly, ensuring there were no survivors with a dagger if necessary, and collecting any potentially valuable intelligence items—docunts, maps, phones, particularly the prized thermal imager and satellite phone.
Yet as the dic "Angel" Romanov bent to inspect a seemingly dead militant by the thermal imager, a hair-raising anomaly occurred!
The enemy, chest marked by a visible bullet wound presud lifeless, suddenly opened his eyes wide!
His pupils dilated with dying agony and adrenaline, mouth spilling frothy, dark blood.
More frighteningly, his right hand clutched a device resembling an old car remote, thumb firmly depressing the lone red button atop it!
With his final breath, a mix of blood and foam, he let out a hoarse, twisted yet bone-chilling cry:
"Armored vehicle... Russians... warning...!"
"Bang!"
The closest, "Shadow" Yefimov, reacted with lightning speed, almost turning his gun just as the enemy's eyes opened, pulling the trigger without hesitation.
The V-AR rifle let off a soft shot, the bullet puncturing the militant's skull with precision, his shout cut off abruptly.
But it was too late.
The desperate, malevolent warning, along with the possibly sent signal, shattered the night's tranquility and the operation's cloak of secrecy.
In an instant, all SSO team mbers froze, as if paralyzed by a spell.
The situation seed to take an unexpected turn.
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