From the first crack of the sniper rifle to the subsequent sixty seconds, for Barzani's Guard, it was nothing short of a ticulously orchestrated symphony of purgatory.
Under Jiang Feng's command, the fire support team constructed a three-dinsional crossfire net at six precisely calculated positions on both sides of the canyon.
Even more despairing was their shooting rhythm.
These rcenaries, strictly selected to represent the highest battle level of the "Musician" defense, had extraordinary tacit understanding.
When gunfire erupted from one direction, attracting the fire and attention of a batch of guards, bullets from the other two directions would almost simultaneously reach, taking down those exposed outside the cover or focused on counterattacking.
When the guards panicked and turned their guns, new cold shots would co from unexpected angles.
It was as if they were fighting a group of invisible Grim Reapers.
"Ah—my leg! My leg is broken!"
"I've been hit! I've been hit!"
"Lieutenant Pasha is dead! Who is in command?!"
"Retreat! Withdraw to the rear of the convoy! Quickly!"
Panic spread rapidly among the surviving guards like a deadly virus.
The originally sowhat orderly counterattack quickly collapsed, turning into blind shooting and instinctive fleeing for survival.
Over a hundred and twenty of the elite guard lost more than twenty people in the first minute of the assault, most of whom were officers, machine gunners, rocket launchers, and radio operators.
These are the key nodes sustaining a unit's combat power.
The command chain was shattered.
Barzani himself was tackled to the ground by two quick-reacting bodyguards during the initial sniper volley and dragged behind an overturned pickup truck wreckage.
He grabbed the radio walkie-talkie that had fallen beside him and scread desperately:
"Rashid! Rashid Talabani! Answer ! You damn fool! What the hell is going on?! Where is the 'Mountain Cat'?! Where is your ambush?! Speak!"
A few seconds later, Rashid's voice finally ca through the walkie-talkie, filled with disbelief, panic, and confusion:
"General... General! I... I don't know! Mountain Cat's last scheduled contact was at 04:05, everything was normal! After that... I don't know what happened... We may have been set up! Soone knew our plan in advance!"
"Useless! Idiot! I might as well have kept a dog!"
Barzani cursed madly, almost crushing the walkie-talkie.
Absolute fear began to transform into hysterical rage.
"General!"
A captain, face covered in blood and left arm bent unnaturally, crawled beside him, hoarsely shouting:
"We can't stay here any longer! The other side is top-tier professional snipers, undetermined numbers, and they hold a decisive terrain advantage! We are completely exposed under their crossfire! We must evacuate imdiately! Before they completely seal the canyon exit! If we delay any longer, we'll all die here!"
Barzani's bloodshot eyes suddenly turned toward a solitary, locked black rcedes G500 dozens of ters away.
The bulletproof windows reflected a cold and blurred glow in the explosion's firelight and the growing dawn.
It was as if he could see through that dark glass, Masood's calm and disappointed eyes, watching his current disarray and failure.
Cannot leave!
Masood must die!
If Masood leaves here alive, even with just a breath returning to Elbil, he is finished.
Planned coup, betrayal of the nation, attempted assassination of the supre leader...
Any one of these charges would be enough to have him sentenced to death by a military court, bringing him disgrace and infamy forever.
The power network he had built up over the years would collapse in an instant.
Now, there's only one path to follow to the end!
"No! We can't retreat!"
Barzani's eyes were filled with a gambling madness, he grabbed the captain by the collar, spitting saliva almost hitting the other's face.
"Do you see that car? If the person in that car doesn't die, even if we flee to the ends of the earth, it will be a dead end! Listen to my command! Concentrate all firepower, all heavy weapons to blow that car to hell! Turn the person inside into pieces! Imdiately! Now!"
The captain looked at the General's almost deranged eyes, then at the solid bulletproof car, showing a look of despair:
"General! That is a specially made bulletproof car! Rifle bullets and ordinary hand grenades are useless!"
"Then use rocket launchers! Use missiles! Use car bombs and crash into it! I don't care what thod you use!"
Barzani howled hysterically, "If he doesn't die, we will die! Understand?! That's an order! Execute the order!"
The captain's facial muscles twitched violently a few tis.
In the end, the innate obedience of a soldier and the long-term fear of the general's authority overpowered the fear of the snipers.
He gritted his teeth and suddenly turned around, hoarsely yelling at the chaotic soldiers around him:
"RPG team! All personnel! Target! Number one black rcedes! Take it down! Quickly!"
In the crevices of the ridge rocks, Song Heping's pupils slightly contracted.
On the thermal imaging screen, two heat signatures suddenly erged from behind the cover.
The RPG operator and his assistant!
Almost simultaneously, Jiang Feng's deep and urgent voice exploded in the channel:
"Rocket launcher operator! Three o'clock direction behind the rock!"
"Stop them!"
Song Heping's order was decisive, his speech speed twice as fast as usual.
In Jiang Feng's field of vision, searing tail flas flashed almost simultaneously from three directions.
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