Jiang Feng adjusted his breathing, synchronizing his heartbeat with the sound of the wind.
The high-powered crosshairs in the scope slowly shifted with milliter precision between the limited positions where the machine gunner might appear.
His finger rested steadily on the trigger, at the critical point between semi-automatic and burst fire.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds...
The machine gunner seed about to change the ammo belt or adjust the shooting direction, having to slightly raise his body to observe the position of the assault troops ahead.
At the mont when his helt and shoulders were exposed about five centiters more—
Jiang Feng pulled the trigger.
But almost at the sa instant the bullet was fired, that machine gunner, relying on so beast-like battlefield instinct, sensed the deadly crisis, and his head shrank sharply downward!
The .338 Warhead missed by a hair's breadth, grazing the top edge of his helt, carving a deep gash on the already deford Bullet-Proof Plate, then flew off to who knows where.
"Damn! Target dodged! Missed shot!"
The unsuccessful Jiang Feng swiftly pulled the bolt, a rare trace of annoyance in his voice.
Missing a shot was an extrely rare situation for a sniper like him.
"Continue suppression! Don't let him raise his head!"
Abu You didn't have ti for bla; the battle allowed no room for hesitation.
"Second team, flank from the left river channel! Third team, Smoke Bomb cover, prepare for frontal assault!"
Three M18 type colored Smoke Bombs were thrown from different directions, landing on the open ground in front of Abu You's group.
Thick, choking white smoke quickly rose and spread, forming a temporary visual barrier.
Abu You shouted "Follow !" and charged into the smoke first, the other three of the group following closely in a loose formation, rushing forward.
The smoke provided cover but also severely hindered their vision and perception of the outside situation.
"Careful! Movent in the smoke!"
A team mber suddenly warned loudly in the group channel.
Before the words were finished, four Balzani Guards suddenly rushed out from the depths of the smoke, less than fifteen ters away!
Apparently intending to use the smoke to approach or counterattack, both parties unexpectedly collided with each other head-on!
The distance was close enough to see the vicious red threads in each other's eyes and the fla spurting from gun barrels when firing!
"Engaged!"
Abu You reacted with lightning speed; at the mont he saw a figure, his body instinctively lunged left-forward while his AK74 assault rifle targeted the first blurred figure, firing a rapid three-round burst.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three blooms of blood burst forth from the foremost guard's chest, and he fell backward without a sound.
But the other three guards' AK-74s fired simultaneously!
Hot 5.45 mm bullets zipped past Abu You's scalp and shoulders, hitting the rocks and ground behind, kicking up a spray of dust.
One mber of the assault team groaned, shot in the shoulder, and staggered back.
"Hand Grenade!"
Another mber shrieked.
A dark green RGD-5 offensive Hand Grenade rolled to within two ters of Abu You's feet!
The safety lever had already flown off, and the fuse was smoking ominously.
Ti elongated and slowed down in Abu You's perception.
He could clearly see the molding patterns on the grenade's cylindrical surface, see the faint grey smoke from the fuse, and even hear the subtle sizzling sound of burning.
"Get down—!!!"
He roared with all his strength, not backward but towards the direction outside the grenade's explosive kill zone, hurling himself forward, body close to the ground, hands protecting his vital head area.
BOOM!!!
The deafening explosion resounded at such close proximity!
The powerful blast wave swept past like a hurricane.
In an instant, Abu You's sensed world plunged into dead silence, except for the sharp, mind-piercing high-frequency ringing.
Vision blurred, spun; warm liquid flowed from his temple, nostrils, ears, mouth filled with a tallic taste.
He tried to move his arm, but felt as if his body no longer belonged to him.
Nearby, gunfire continued.
About ten seconds later.
"Captain!"
"The captain's been hit! dic!"
The desperate shouts of team mbers seed to co from the distant depths of water, indistinct.
Abu You violently shook his head, mustering strong willpower to fight dizziness and nausea.
He struggled, propping his upper body up with trembling arms, wiping his face, his hands covered in viscous blood and sand.
But he could feel his limbs were intact, bones seed unbroken; the blast fragnts and shockwave mainly absorbed by Bullet-Proof Plate and helt, but internal organs might have been concussed.
"I'm fine!"
He hoarsely shouted, his voice sounding unfamiliar to even himself.
He forced himself to stand, his body swayed for a mont but was supported by the arriving teammates.
"Continue the assault! Target vehicle! Quick!"
He pushed away the teammate's hand, picked up his fallen assault rifle nearby, conducted a simple check.
The gun seed still usable.
He staggered but marched forward steadily, two teammates closely guarding his sides, reforming the assault triangle.
Twenty ters.
Fifteen ters.
Ten ters.
They had charged out of the smoke zone, the burning rcedes-Benz car was right before them!
The car's front half was completely engulfed by flas, black smoke rolling, scorching heat waves rushing towards them, making breathing difficult.
Most of the Bullet-Proof Glass had shattered and fallen, only twisted tal window fras remained.
A silhouette could vaguely be seen in the back seat, motionless.
"Chairman Masoud!"
Abu You shouted hoarsely in Kurdish: "Hold on! We're here to rescue you!"
No response.
Only the crackling of burning flas and sporadic, distant gunfire.
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