Just as the two teams successfully rendezvoused and quietly hidden, in the southeast direction of the Mannier Valley, the "Razor" team and the main force of the Kurdish Company, taking advantage of the thickest night at around two a.m., cautiously stepped into the edge area of the valley center.
"The traces have entered the interior."
Captain Langsen crouched behind a cold boulder, staring at the thermal imaging on the arm terminal transmitted back by "Death God-2."
On the screen, the heat signals inside the basin were chaotic, with so areas showing that the rocks still retained so residual heat from the day, forming weak convection with the cold night air. So caves displayed cold source characteristics, severely interfering with infrared detection, making it impossible to clearly distinguish specific human targets.
"Kurdish Company, spread out by platoons, occupy the high points on the east and south sides of the basin, and establish fire support points! 'Razor' team, Group A left wing, Group B right wing, advance in a fan shape search, maintain crossfire, and pay attention to every cave and crevice! They are very likely hiding in there!"
He issued the standard night search and eradication order.
In his rich experience judgnt, those two Russian snipers whom they pursued for several hours, repeatedly slipping away from their grasp, were now at the end of their rope, like wounded beasts trapped in a cage, likely lurking in so corner of this dark valley, preparing for the final, desperate counterattack.
However, the drama of fate exceeded anyone's imagination.
Nearly at the sa mont Langsen gave the order, an unexpected group of guests arrived in the northwest direction of Mannier Valley.
After Abu Omar encountered the head-on assault by the Petrovsky team in the eastern corridor, like a gambler red-eyed from losses, he pressed forward with all the reserves he could muster — over three hundred 1515 ard mbers whose minds were filled with religious fanaticism and a desire for revenge!
They carried a large number of RPG-7 rocket launchers, PKM general-purpose machine guns, and even several 82mm mortars needing mules to tow, old and worn, flooding noisily into the edge area of the northwest side of the basin.
Their orders were simple and brutal — find those damned Russians and tear them to pieces.
Darkness, confused vision; hatred, blinded reason.
Two armies completely on different channels unknowingly slowly approached the sa position according to Song Heping's pre-established plan.
High above, the "Death God-2" drone operator first discovered the abnormality.
Next ca a top-level alert from a reconnaissance satellite in a higher orbit!
"Command! 'Death God-2' ergency report! A large number of unidentified personnel heat signals have appeared on the northwest edge of the central interior of Mannier Valley! Number... God, over three hundred! Repeat, number over three hundred! Rapidly entering the central interior!"
In the rear command center, the voice of the technical officer suddenly elevated, filled with incredulous astonishnt.
Major Jas sprung from the command chair like a spring, rushing to the front of the main screen.
On the thermal imaging map, dense red spots representing unknown troops quickly spread over the northwest side of the basin like a virus, forming a clear and dangerous line of confrontation with the blue and green spots representing "Razor" team and the Kurdish Company, both sides heading for a head-on collision.
"What?! Where did this troop co from?! Is it a Russian airborne reinforcent or their allies?!" His heart suddenly tightened.
"The thermal signal characteristics are very chaotic, the equipnt seems very outdated, the formation extrely scattered... doesn't resemble any known regular military sequence, rather like..."
The technical officer quickly analyzed the data, trying to make a judgnt.
But his analysis was interrupted by Captain Langsen's voice filled with anger and a hint of barely noticeable tension from the front: "Command! We found anomalies in the northwest direction, it seems a large number of unidentified ard personnel appeared?! Their clothing... seems like 1515! It's 1515 people! In vast numbers!"
"What?! 1515?!"
Major Jas felt his blood rush instantly to his head, a buzzing in his ears.
This terrorist organization, like cockroaches, how could they appear at this deadly juncture at this deadly location?!
And in such numbers?!
He imdiately realized the seriousness of the situation was completely out of control, beyond any worst-case scenario!
He yelled orders into the microphone: "Langsen! Exercise restraint! Do not fire! Try signal identification! Repeat, do not fire first! They are nurous, estimated over five hundred, they are not our target! Imdiately attempt to withdraw, disengage!"
As a professional officer, he was very clear that engaging in a large-scale face-off with an ard group labeled as a terrorist organization like 1515 would bring disastrous consequences.
It wasn't about handling these ard elents.
Rather, engaging in large-scale firefights with the 1515 ard in mountainous areas was not conducive to aerial support.
Thus, it could potentially co at a heavy cost.
Captain Langsen only had a special operations team of 6, along with around two hundred Kurdish Company soldiers.
This setup was originally designed as a dium search team aid at a Russian special team, definitely not a tactical setup for locking horns with a large force of 1515 ard groups.
Jas's mind was in chaos.
Plans never catch up with changes.
A search war, turning into a sudden encounter battle.
Even more critical, the Russian small team was currently nowhere to be found!
Damn it!
Yet, the trigger on the battlefield often pulled at the whim of the lowest-level soldier.
On the northwest side of the interior, a 1515 rocketeer who just gulped down a mouthful of homade stimulant, with bloodshot eyes, vaguely saw several rapidly moving figures on the opposite ridge through an old night vision device scavenged from an Illigo Governnt Army corpse.
Upon closer inspection, these moving personnel were all wearing high-tech helts and equipped with various strange equipnt.
In his ideologically simplified extre belief system, only the "evil Western invaders" and their "heretics" would possess such "luxurious" equipnt.
Whether they were Aricans or Russians specifically didn't matter, they were all heretics destined for Fire Hell.
The fervent belief and rage for revenge were ignited in an instant.
He shouted a verse almost crazily, shouldering the cold RPG-7 launcher. Without careful aiming, he roughly faced the direction of the swaying figures and suddenly pulled the trigger!
"Whoosh—"
The rocket, trailing a dazzling tail of fla like a fiery spear, pierced the heavy darkness with a scream of death and slamd head-on into a massive rock less than twenty ters from the flank of Team B of the "Razor" squad!
"Boom!!!"
The deafening explosion instantly tore apart the midnight silence!
A dazzling fireball rose, and fragnts and shattered stones rained down like a storm!
This explosion completely ignited the Purgatory's Furnace!
"They've opened fire! It's the heretics! For Allah! Charge! Kill them all!"
Amid the chaos, countless voices shouted hoarsely in Arabic, mixed with the urging and cursing of leaders at all levels.
In an instant, over six hundred firearms simultaneously spewed deadly tongues of fire!
The unique, crisp, and dense automatic fire of AK-47s and AKMs, the heavy and continuous roar of PKM general-purpose machine guns, the successive whistling and explosions of RPG rockets...
Various sounds intertwined, forming a vast, chaotic yet destructive storm of death, covering the US Army and Kurd people opposite!
Bullets, like scorching hail, pounded on the rocks, sparking incessant glimrs, conspicuous in the darkness; rockets exploded from ti to ti, kicking up sky-high dirt and smoke, temporarily lighting up hideous faces and chaotic figures.
"Dammit! We're under heavy attack by 1515 ard personnel! They're in absolute nurical superiority! The firepower is fierce!"
Captain Langsen roared over the radio, as a burst of machine gun bullets whizzed over the rock he was hiding behind, showering dirt and debris over him.
He could even sll the burnt scent from the bullets rubbing against the rock and the smoke.
"A Group reporting, we are pinned in sector C7! Requesting fire support!"
"B Group has encountered RPG coverage! There's been an injury! Repeat, B Group has personnel injured!"
Survival instinct imdiately brought out Langsen's battlefield command decisions: "Everyone listen up! Engage freely! Repeat, engage freely! Prioritize targeting enemy heavy firepower and commanders! Push them back! Establish a defensive line!"
The mbers of the "Razor" squad were truly top-notch elites.
Despite the sudden occurrence and ambush by superior numbers, they demonstrated astonishing tactical proficiency and psychological resilience.
SCAR automatic rifles equipped with advanced holographic projection sights and laser designators provided significant advantages in night operations; precise two or three-shot bursts accurately took down 1515 militants popping up from cover, like a Grim Reaper's na call.
The M249 light machine gunner used its high fire rate and belt-fed ammunition to form sustained fire suppression, mowing down those attempting a group charge.
Precision shooters calmly used M38 or M110 semi-automatic sniper rifles equipped with dium magnification scopes to specifically target RPG carriers or pistol-waving leaders for sniping.
The Kurd Company was entirely stunned, suffering considerable losses in the initial chaos.
But they were veterans of constant battles, and after the initial panic, their survival instincts drove them to begin a frantic counterattack.
They, with the advantage of numbers and relatively familiar terrain, despite inferior training and equipnt, relied on the violent sweeping fire of AK rifles and the scarce RPG launchers to create a considerable density of firepower, temporarily stifling the first wave of 1515's wild assault.
The entire basin flickered with the muzzle flash, like countless winking ghostly eyes.
"Command post! 'Razor' calling! We've engaged in a massive intense firefight with 1515! Repeat, massive intense firefight! We've been engaged by superior enemy forces and are unable to disengage! Request urgent air support! Repeat, request urgent close air support (CAS) and artillery cover!"
Captain Langsen, like any other US Army personnel, was essentially no different.
If in doubt, call the Air Force.
There's nothing the Air Force can't solve.
There's nothing an A-10 Warthog can't fix.
Just a single bomb.
If one doesn't work, then two.
Major Jas at the rear command post listened to the dense rattle of gunfire, the continuous explosions, the shouts of soldiers, and the wails of the wounded over the radio, his face turning from ashen to pale.
His most feared career nightmare had finally beco a reality.
The US Special Forces engaged in a massive ground conflict with nurous 1515 militants in the early hours at Mannier Valley, getting stuck in a hard-fought battle!
The original mission was rely to search for a small Russian unit.
This was simply a catastrophic event.
"Authorization granted!"
Jas squeezed out these words through clenched teeth.
The Russian team was no longer important.
What's important is that "Razor" squad should not face major issues or suffer heavy casualties.
"Authorize 'Death God-2' to engage imdiately! Prioritize eliminating enemy heavy machine gun positions, RPG shooter assembly points, and mortar positions! Imdiately contact the tactical Air Force command center; I need the fastest CAS! Be it A-10 or F-16, I don't care what it is, I want them over Mannier Valley imdiately! Bomb those bastards back to the Stone Age!"
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