Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1698 - 1343: The Disappeared Special Operations Squa

"Received."

Jiang Feng's response was almost simultaneous with the order.

His index finger steadily and firmly pressed down the second stage of the trigger.

Bang——!

From both sides of the muzzle brake of the AXMC sniper rifle, the intense gunpowder gas erupted fiercely, forming two distinct conical fireballs.

The 16.2-gram .338 Lapua Magnum copper-jacketed hollow-point warhead spun away from the rifling at an initial velocity of 915 ters per second.

Almost in the sa microsecond as Jiang Feng's gun fired, muffled gunshots from another preset sniper position on the north side, and a third sniper point at a higher elevation on the south slope, sounded almost simultaneously!

Three sniper rifles of different models from different locations were coordinated by Jiang Feng to execute a perfect synchronized volley!

Ti seed to be torn and stretched by the sniper bullets:

The first shot, a .338 warhead from Jiang Feng, hit precisely after approximately 0.31 seconds of flight, striking the main gunner of the Barzani Guard who had mounted the PKM general-purpose machine gun on the pickup's hood.

The bullet entered through his raised right eye socket, with the hollow-point structure expanding and tumbling instantly within the skull, releasing all of its energy in the most brutal way.

The back of his head exploded with a massive cavity large enough to fit a fist, and the red-white pulpy mixture of bone fragnts, brain tissue, and blood sprayed out in a fan shape, covering the bullet-proof steel plate of the pickup's frontend, steaming slightly in the morning light.

The shooter's body collapsed like a boneless prawn, with fingers still on the trigger, the gun's muzzle unintentionally raised upwards, firing a stream of stray bullets into the sky.

The second shot, a .50 BMG warhead from the north slope, tore through the air, hitting the head vehicle of the convoy, a rcedes G500 that was supposed to be occupied by Barzani's confidant, Rashid.

The specially crafted .50 caliber anti-materiel warhead easily pierced through multi-layered composite bullet-proof glass, exploding in the center of the driver's chest.

The massive impact hurled him backwards from the driver's seat, crashing him against the B-pillar, with his chest almost fully collapsed and spine fractured.

A terrifying bullet hole with radiating edges remained on the window, surrounded by a web of cracks.

The third shot, a 7.62×51mm incendiary round from the high point on the south slope.

It did not target personnel but was aid at the rear compartnt of the pickup loaded with spare ammunition.

Boom——!!!

An orange-red fireball, a thousand tis brighter than a rifle shot, suddenly erged from the rear compartnt of the pickup!

The core temperature of the explosion instantly exceeded three thousand degrees Celsius, with the ammunition in the truck bed detonating instantly under the high temperature of the incendiary round.

The expanding fireball exceeded fifteen ters in diater, engulfing the entire pickup and everything within a ten-ter radius.

Prefabricated shrapnel and vehicle debris were projected in all directions at over two thousand ters per second, forming a zone of absolute death—an iron storm.

The adjacent pickup was flipped like a toy car, tumbling half a turn in the air, crashing roof-first onto the hard riverbed rocks, producing a teeth-clenching loud crash.

The twisted and deford fuel tank ruptured, and the leaking diesel ignited by sparks triggered a secondary explosion, with another fireball rekindling, igniting nearby dry grass and shrubs.

"Enemy attack! Three o'clock, hillside!"

"Snipers! Find cover!"

"dic! We need a dic here!"

"Counterattack! Damn it! Fire towards the north slope!"

The Barzani Guard, after all, experienced elite troops with years of combat experience, did not completely collapse despite the initial shock and heavy casualties.

In the midst of the hoarse shouts from junior officers and sergeants, the survivors scrambled towards the nearest cover.

The firing of assault rifles and light machine guns was chaotic but intense, with tracers trailing dark red paths towards the northern slope, causing fragnts of rock to fly, kicking up patches of dust in the morning fog.

However, they made a fatal tactical error—

After the sudden, precise sniper shots, they instinctively concentrated their retaliatory fire on the earliest detected muzzle flashes, completely exposing themselves to the crossfire of several other sniper positions.

"Crossfire net operational. Target area has been divided."

Song Heping was like commanding a drill.

"Continue the hunt. Prioritize eliminating enemy command nodes, heavy fire operators, and radio operators."

"Understood."

Jiang Feng's response was concise.

He pulled the long bolt of the AXMC, and the hot brass casing jumped out, landing on the rock with a crisp "ding".

He quickly searched for the next high-value target.

A lieutenant wearing an officer's cap, hiding behind an overturned pickup and shouting loudly, trying to gather the troops, entered his sight.

Distance correction: 287 ters.

Target's lateral movent speed: approximately 1.5 ters per second. Wind direction and speed stable.

Jiang Feng adjusted his breathing, synchronizing the gap between the second heartbeat with the target's movent pattern.

In the scope, the crosshair slightly led the lieutenant's head movent trajectory.

Held his breath.

The world in his eyes was reduced to that swaying officer's cap and the life core beneath it.

Pulled the trigger.

The lieutenant's head burst open like a ripe waterlon struck in the next instant.

The headless body remained stiff for half a second, then fell forward, the gun in its hand sliding to the ground.