By this point, Song Heping's intent to kill had intensified.
His team had suffered a significant loss tonight.
The explosion just now had caused an unknown number of casualties among his n.
It wasn't the compensation money he was worried about, but that his n had died such a wrongful death.
Earlier, when the convoy entered the water station, Song Heping had sent Samir to check out the building, intending to settle down for the night. They hadn't anticipated ard militants had set up trap mines, resulting in casualties on their side.
Moreover, this explosion was due to his own negligence.
It was common sense to be wary of traps and trap mines when entering any unfamiliar location, and he had forgotten to issue the necessary instructions...
Since the enemy had dealt a severe blow to them, he naturally couldn't just let them slip away so easily.
Just thinking they could retreat after killing about a dozen of his people?
It wasn't going to be that easy!
"Set up the machine gun! Walk and cover fire as we go!"
"Samir, you drive the off-road vehicle!"
"They definitely have vehicles hidden nearby; we must stop them before they get in their cars!"
"Hunter, watch where they run. Target whoever runs the fastest!"
"Boss, no problem!"
"Boss, rest assured!"
The fighting spirit of his subordinates was instantly mobilized.
Song Heping's quick shooting just now was incredibly cool!
It left everyone completely stunned.
Previously, Song Heping had demonstrated this shooting thod and had advised the Mortar team to practice it regularly.
However, their training results were not particularly remarkable.
The reason was that this thod of shooting was extrely demanding.
It required a lot of practice ti, repeating training over and over again.
It was ultimately a shooting skill that ca with repetition and familiarity.
Therefore, the Illigo rcenaries of the Mortar team hadn't fully mastered it yet.
This was Song Heping's first ti performing "quick shooting" in combat in front of everyone, also serving as the most direct live demonstration.
Suddenly, everyone realized that when used skillfully, this shooting thod was incredibly powerful!
Song Heping led a squad, while White Bear and Disaster Star led another, and the two groups began to chase those foolish militants from different directions.
The militants had really hit a streak of bad luck.
They suddenly realized that tonight's rcenaries were nothing like the previous groups they had encountered.
Previously, after just two attacks, those rcenaries would get confused and call for reinforcents.
However, often before the US Army reinforcents arrived, their defenses would be breached.
Tonight's rcenaries actually had Mortars!
And their shots were deadly accurate.
It was life-threatening!
A single 120mm Mortar round would cause death or injury to anyone not laying flat within a several dozen ters radius.
It was impossible to fight back.
Without even getting within 200 ters of the water station, they had already suffered over a dozen casualties.
If these few dozen people tried to reach the water station and got within 100 ters, they would probably all end up as corpses.
If not now, when would they run?
They indeed had a vehicle hidden nearby.
Having heard that a new batch of rcenaries was coming to the water station, they had entered the area ahead of ti, planted trap mine devices in the dormitory building, and lay in ambush in the surrounding bushes, waiting for the explosion in the water station to launch a chaotic assault.
But unexpectedly, although they had managed to detonate the explosives, the other side had not fallen into disarray. Instead, they started retaliating in an organized manner and, within re minutes, had killed over a dozen of their own n.
How could they continue to fight under these circumstances?
Retreat then!
But it was already too late.
Their vehicle was hidden behind a hillside 500 ters away, but even in that short distance, Song Heping's convoy had caught up.
Song Heping opened the off-road vehicle's sunroof and stuck out half of his body.
At that mont, Samir was driving the off-road vehicle to the right side of the militants, re hundred ters away.
Song Heping steadied his rifle on the roof of the car like a Hunter on the African plains, systematically singling out the fleeing militants.
The off-road vehicle was speeding through the rough terrain, bouncing violently, while also moving at high speed, probably sixty kiloters per hour.
Song Heping tried his best to stabilize his aim. Since it wasn't possible to aim as if shooting a stationary target, he had to find his shooting opportunity within the shifting sights.
The trick to shooting from a vehicle was to take advantage of the mont the crosshair landed on the target or to anticipate the next second when the crosshair would jump to the target, seizing the brief opportunity to take the shot and eliminate the enemy.
It sounds easy but is incredibly difficult to execute.
However, the militants were unlucky.
Today they had encountered their nesis.
Tap tap tap—
This ti, Song Heping used a three-round burst.
Ordinarily, he would use a two-round burst.
But because he was shooting from a moving vehicle with considerable shaking, a three-round burst was more reliable in ensuring that each burst would take down an enemy.
After firing one burst,
Song Heping saw through the scope one of the militants he had just shot collapsed several ters ahead.
"Not bad."
A cold smile appeared on Song Heping's lips.
It had been a long ti since he had engaged in such high-difficulty vehicle shooting, but his skills were intact, and his muscle mory was still there.
He then aid at another militant.
This ti, he deliberately increased the difficulty and went for a two-round burst.
Tap tap—
The sound of the MK18 assault rifle with a silencer was always so soothing.
In the scope, the militant he had aid at fell headlong.
"Good..."
This feeling was like a one-sided slaughter.
Because people kept falling, the militants were already terrified.
They had even forgotten to use the tactic of alternating cover to retreat, focusing only on running.
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