Ratatat——!
The Kord heavy machine gun on the lead vehicle spat out short, powerful bursts of fire. Several 12.7mm bullets whizzed through the air, hitting the sandy ground dozens of ters ahead of the pickup, kicking up a series of tall sand pillars.
However, their response was even more direct and violent!
Thud, thud, thud——!
Almost at the sa mont as the warning shots, the DShK heavy machine gun on one of the pickups first spat out a long burst of fire. The large-caliber 12.7mm bullets howled like hail, striking the thick armor plates of the "Typhoon" MRAP, producing dense and terrifying "clang clang clang" sounds, causing a series of dazzling sparks!
"Free fire! Repeat, free fire!"
Petrovsky's angry roar echoed through the channel.
Although the 12.7 caliber ordinary steel core bullets couldn't penetrate the specially fortified anti-mine armor of the "Typhoon" MRAP at this range, they still left terrifying pockmarks on the vehicle's body.
Song Heping clearly felt the steel plates of the vehicle vibrating. If he weren't wearing noise-canceling headphones, his eardrums might have ruptured.
"Boss, I really hate how you're always so accurate with your predictions..."
Hunter grinned bitterly as he pulled the trigger.
Bam——
The SV-98 sniper rifle in his hand spat out a flash of light.
At this mont, the distance between the two sides was less than five hundred ters.
Although the SV-98 had been used in small quantities by Russian law enforcent agencies and special forces since the late nineties, it was not officially equipped until the end of 2005.
After years of continuous improvent and testing, this gun had beco a very matured sniper rifle, and instead of using the traditional Russian 7.62 caliber ammunition, it adopted the more stable .308 NATO standard sniper bullet.
In less than a second, a web-like bullet hole appeared in the windshield of the lead 1515 Ard pickup.
The bullet pierced through the driver's chest directly, and its power did not diminish as it passed through the seat, piercing another unfortunate soul in the backseat.
The pickup lost control at high speed, flipped over in an instant, and bounced. Amongst the yellow dust, several screaming 1515 Ard mbers were thrown out of the cargo bed.
A single bullet took out an entire vehicle.
The role of the sniper is always so surprising at crucial monts.
The rooftop machine gun of the "Typhoon" MRAP began to focus fire on the last pickup.
In the devastating bullet storm, the pickup's flimsy armor was shredded like paper.
The machine gunner controlling the gun in the cargo bed was torn apart by the 12.7 caliber bullet rain...
"Move in! No survivors!"
Several "Typhoon" armored vehicles rushed over, closing in from different angles on the two smoking pickups. As soon as they stopped and opened their doors, Petrovsky imdiately issued a reminder.
SSO operatives began to surround the vehicles from different directions.
The standard clearing procedure, leaving no survivors.
The silenced gunshots rang out one after another.
Be it the bodies inside or outside the pickups, each got at least two more shots.
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
The operatives who approached to finish off the pickups reported in succession.
Song Heping did not join in the commotion.
Because every Special Forces team is trained to form a seamless cooperation, as an outsider, not having trained with them, there was no need to involve himself and reduce their efficiency in clearing the battlefield.
He stood by the car door, took out his binoculars, and surveyed the surroundings.
"Boss, what are you looking at?"
Hunter asked curiously.
Song Heping said, "Do you think there are only this few terrorists nearby?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh: "We're in big trouble this ti..."
Speaking, he put down the binoculars and said to Hunter, "Look at the map, where are we now?"
Hunter pulled out a tablet, brought up the map, glanced at it, and pointed at the Illinois border line, "We seem to be very close to Illinois, less than 30 kiloters away."
"Exactly."
Song Heping chuckled bitterly, "Petrovsky thought he could create a diversion by heading towards Illinois to shake off the Aricans, but now it's not just an Arican problem. This is 1515's controlled area, and the Northwest of Illinois is filled with 1515 ard forces, with over thirty thousand troops stationed there. What do you think they'll do when they know Russians are heading towards their border?"
Hunter paused and said, "You an..."
Song Heping pointed to the two overturned pickups and said, "Don't you think they might have sent a distress signal to their superiors before dying?"
Hunter suddenly understood, then he also chuckled bitterly, "What should we do then?"
"Just deal with it!"
Song Heping spat, "Dealing with these Da Maozi is really not easy, damn it! They never take advice, as stubborn as stones from a latrine, both stinky and tough."
"Stop talking, the stone from the latrine is coming over."
Hunter suddenly looked in the direction behind Song Heping.
Song Heping turned around, and sure enough, he saw Petrovsky approaching him.
This guy wore a gloomy face, his expression dark as the bottom of a pot.
There was no need to ask to know that nothing good was coming.
"Major, is there a radio on the pickup?"
Song Heping didn't mince words, directly saying: "Now we've been exposed again, your circle plan seems to have failed."
Petrovsky was still a bit unwilling, looked around and said, "It's alright, nobody can catch up to us yet, our vehicle is fast..."
He hadn't finished speaking when God slapped him hard across the face.
"Hawkeye" began shouting again: "Boss, there's an enemy! About a kiloter to the south! It's a convoy! Approaching fast, seven vehicles in total! One of them is a truck!"
"Suka!"
Enraged, Petrovsky kicked a stone that flew far away.
"Board! Retreat!"
Everyone imdiately boarded the vehicles as fast as possible, and the three "Typhoon" MRAP vehicles restarted.
The driver asked, "Which way?"
Petrovsky was montarily speechless and looked at Song Heping.
Song Heping shrugged.
Petrovsky rembered saying he wouldn't let Song Heping interfere with his command.
But now, for a mont, he didn't know where to go.
"Alright, Song, you can temporarily command my people now."
"Head 60 kiloters west of Latamira into the mountains, and be quick! Step on the gas!"
Song Heping didn't bother arguing with him.
Now wasn't the ti for a war of words.
"Latamira?"
Petrovsky was curious, "Why do you insist on heading directly towards Latamira? Doing so would expose our target."
"Now that everything's already exposed, what else is left to worry about?" Song Heping retorted.
Petrovsky was montarily speechless.
Indeed, at this point, it's almost like running naked, what else is there to be concerned about?
"I want to hear your plan."
This ti, the tone of the Da Maozi major was noticeably more polite.
Song Heping took over the military tablet, opened the map, and began explaining his plan——
"Weren't you trying to go to Latamira? Alright, since diversion isn't working and all preset routes have dangers, why not choose the most direct and fastest route to the target?"
"Because..." Petrovsky rubbed his hands and said, "our movents are exposed. Without deliberately creating the illusion of moving towards Illinois, entering Latamira is too difficult. The area is definitely tightly controlled by Kurd forces."
"That's right, Kurd forces and Arican Special Forces are definitely looking for us, and now they surely know where we are, there'll soon be drones overhead, and maybe we'll get hit by a couple of Hellfire missiles."
Song Heping spoke rapidly.
"But—it's not only the Aricans and the Kurds chasing us, the 1515 ard forces are too. And what's west of Latamira?"
Petrovsky glanced at the map and said, "The Gunei Mountain Area."
Then, his brow furrowed.
"You're not thinking of going into the mountains to fight a guerilla war, are you?"
"Do you think I'm that naive?"
Song Heping looked at Petrovsky, all the while grinning as if he was mocking an idiot.
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