Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1566 1268: Capturing a "Tongue" (2)

The order was quickly and precisely communicated and executed.

Three pickup trucks turned off their engines about two kiloters from the target area, and the team mbers silently disembarked and deployed in standard tactical formation.

Group A, led by Sergeant Ivanov, ford a wedge-shaped formation, utilizing the cover of the dry riverbed and undulating dunes, and began to infiltrate from the left flank.

The team mbers, wearing PVS-31 binocular night vision goggles, maintained strict noise and light discipline, communicating with each other through skilled hand signals.

Their movents were swift and steady; even while moving over the gravel-strewn Gobi, their footsteps were nearly inaudible. Only when their combat boots occasionally stepped on particularly loose stones did a very faint 'crunch' sound, which was imdiately swallowed by the howling night wind.

anwhile, Group B, personally commanded by Milosh, took a reverse "V" formation from the front to advance toward the target area.

In the high altitude above, the "Crow" UAV, like the Grim Reaper's eye hovering in the night sky, firmly locked its high-definition infrared cara on the 1515 reconnaissance team below.

Through the data link, real-ti high-definition images were transmitted to both Milosh and Song Heping in the rear command vehicle.

In the images, the six enemies were oblivious to the impending doom. They seed to have established a temporary observation post here, planning to wait for the arrival of Song Heping's army and then relay the observed intelligence back to Titrick's command post.

Four hundred and fifty ters away…

Three hundred ters…

Two hundred ters…

Milosh calmly estimated the distance in his mind while continuously observing the enemy and the positions of our groups through the night vision goggles.

His left hand occasionally lifted to give clear and simple hand signals to the team mbers behind him: "Slow down," "Pause," "Low crawl."

Under his precise command, the encirclent acted like a deadly noose silently tightening.

Sniper Petrov and the observer had silently reached the high ground.

This was a rocky hill about fifteen ters higher than the surrounding terrain, offering excellent views to overlook the entire target area. Petrov quickly set up his .308 caliber precision rifle equipped with a silencer, while the observer used a high-powered spotting scope, and softly reported the final target paraters:

"Wind direction, northwest, wind speed three ters per second, light breeze. Distance, one hundred and eighty-five ters. RPG gunner, unprotected. PKM machine gun, located on the rock two ters to the left. Confirm target."

Petrov adjusted his breathing, steadily aligned the crosshair to the unguarded RPG gunner's head side, and gently pre-applied pressure to the trigger.

At this mont, Ivanov's voice from Group A ca through the encrypted channel at an extrely low volu: "Group A is in position, retreat route is secure. No anomalies detected."

All the elents for the kill were in place.

Milosh scanned the battlefield through the screen, confirming all units were ready.

He took a deep breath and issued the final death order:

"All units, attention... execute clearance. Sniper, open fire."

The command issued, the battle erupted like a spark!

Pfft—

Shh!

The sound of a sniper rifle shot processed through a high-performance silencer ca from the direction of the high ground.

Almost at the sa second, the head side of the 1515 Ard RPG gunner sitting by the fire exploded into a mist of blood mixed with bone fragnts and brain tissue.

His body seed to collapse like a boneless sack, limply spilling over to the side, the RPG launcher clattering onto the rock.

This muffled gunshot was like the signal to start the Grim Reaper's party!

Pow pow pow!

Pow pow pow!

Pow pow pow!

Around, the "Musician" defense rcenaries, ard with sophisticated silencers, unleashed a dense and short burst of two rounds from their assault rifles almost simultaneously.

The blazing warheads, with extre precision, shot at their assigned targets.

Two sentries on the periter were taken down by precisely aid bullets before they could make any effective evasive or counteraction, falling silently to the ground.

The remaining three enemies were utterly stunned by this precise and lethal surprise attack, appearing montarily dazed.

Among them, the more responsive militant instinctively lunged towards the PKM general-purpose machine gun mounted on a nearby rock, trying to gain a powerful suppressive fire force.

However, his fingers had just touched the cold gun body—

Pfft—

Shh!

The second .308 bullet, at an unavoidable speed, drilled accurately into his chest cavity.

The massive kinetic energy instantly shredded his internal organs and major blood vessels, violently throwing him backward. He slamd onto the ground hard, convulsed a few tis, and then moved no more.

The last two remaining behaved very differently.

The older militant, seemingly the squad leader, demonstrated incredible battlefield reflexes and survival instincts.

At the mont the sniper rifle fired, he made a swift tactical roll to narrowly dodge behind a large rock half the height of a person.

Then he quickly drew the pistol from his waist, not daring to expose himself, blindly firing towards the direction he sensed the gunshots ca from.

Bang bang bang—

The 9mm pistol shots sounded particularly feeble in the silent night.

And the last militant was a fair-skinned young white man.