At the sa ti that Barzani was making his final struggle behind the cover, on a ridge on the western hills overlooking the battlefield, another pair of eyes was calmly observing the entire scene through a high-powered observation device.
Song Heping's earphones relayed intermittent reports from each team:
"Enemy machine gunner behind the rock pile on the east side has been cleared."
"The assault team has encountered fierce resistance and needs firepower support!"
"dical team, we need a dical team!"
The battlefield was chaotic with noises, yet Song Heping's mind was extrely calm, processing every stream of information like a precision computer.
His eyes were mainly focused on two points: one was the burning rcedes off-road vehicle, which Abu You's assault squad was approaching at any cost; the other was the unnaturally "quiet" area behind the eastern rock zone - where Barzani was hiding.
Suddenly, in the field of view of the observation device, several figures suddenly leapt out from behind the eastern rocks!
"Attention everyone!"
Song Heping's tone instantly tightened, pressing down on the throat microphone.
"East side target sighted! Barzani is running! Repeat, Barzani is running! Location: Alpha-7 area, moving towards the east-side gap! All fire points that can cover that area, intercept him! Cannot let him reach the car!"
His command was clear.
"Mountain Cat, can you hit the high point at your ten o'clock direction?"
He called to the sniper in the fire support group.
"Too far, bad angle, target moving fast... they're using rocks and vehicle wreckage for erratic maneuvers."
The sniper, codenad "Mountain Cat," swiftly responded, his voice unusually agitated.
"Assault team, maneuver and shoot towards the Alpha-7 area! Delay them!" Song Heping turned to the assault squad.
"Roger, attempting... enemy firepower is intense! They're using at least two Light Machine Guns for alternating cover, we're pinned down at the slope!"
Abu You's reply ca amidst a background of intense gunfire.
Song Heping adjusted the focus on the observation device.
In the field of view, those figures, under the dying cover of guards, were charging towards a black rcedes G500 off-road vehicle with an almost savage efficiency.
Their actions lacked any elegance, a pure battlefield survival thodology: low stance, varying speed, using all available cover. He saw one of the guards get hit in the leg, collapsing like a chopped tree, but just before going down, he furiously pushed the person being escorted in the middle.
Although the person being escorted was sared with blood and dirt, at the mont the observation device zood in, Song Heping caught the face he had seen in intelligence photos.
No doubt, it was Barzani!
He saw Barzani being practically dragged arm-in-arm towards the car door by two sturdy guards.
The actions of the two guards were rough yet effective, one responsible for dragging, the other completely turned around with his broad back facing where bullets were most likely to co, blindly sweeping backwards with the rifle in his hand, attempting to create so psychological intimidation through fire.
Just as Barzani and his n charged out from behind the rock cover, suddenly a modified Toyota pickup truck darted out.
The back of the pickup was welded with rudintary steel plates, mounting a PKM general-purpose machine gun. Instead of following Barzani to the G500, it suddenly spun sideways to stop, using the vehicle body to create a temporary barrier on the side of Barzani's escape route.
The machine gunner on the truck shot wildly towards the positions where the assault squad could appear, completely disregarding their own exposure.
This reckless attack indeed temporarily suppressed the assault team attempting to flank and intercept.
"Rocket launcher!"
Song Heping's speech rate suddenly accelerated, with a trace of steely harshness in his voice.
"Who has a rocket launcher that can reach that G500?! Take it out imdiately!"
He knew ti was passing by the second.
Once Barzani got in the car, with the performance of that bulletproof off-road vehicle and the cover of this complex terrain, it would be difficult to intercept again.
"Boss, the rocket launcher team is clearing the last fire point at the south end of the canyon, it will take at least a minute to get here!"
The communication channel returned a response.
"Damn!"
Song Heping rarely cursed in a low voice.
He watched helplessly as Barzani was roughly shoved into the back seat of the G500.
Before the door was fully closed, the heavy off-road vehicle already emitted a piercing tire friction sound, suddenly darting out.
At this mont, a turnaround seed to appear.
"Rocket launcher ready!"
A sudden urgent but clear voice sounded on the channel.
It turned out the rocket launcher operator, upon receiving Song Heping's first directive, had abandoned the original target and moved at the fastest speed towards this side, at this mont just rushing onto a slightly elevated mound.
"I have locked onto the target vehicle! Distance one hundred seventy ters, wind direction eastward, ready to fire!"
Song Heping's heart jumped heavily.
"Approved to fire! Take it down!"
"Understood!"
White smoke suddenly shot out from behind the mound, the rocket tracing a bright tail fla, drawing a deadly arc in the air straight at the black G500 which had just started and was accelerating!
Through the observation device, Song Heping stared closely at the rocket's trajectory, calculating the lead...
This strike had a good chance of blasting the opponent!
However, what happened next caused even the battle-hardened Song Heping's pupils to contract sharply.
Just as the rocket was about to hit the G500 body in a split second, the Toyota pickup which had been stopping sideways, relentlessly firing the machine gun, suddenly roared like a beast!
The guard driving the pickup made a decision one could not comprehend—
Instead of evading, instead of fleeing, he floored the gas pedal, swung the front end fiercely, and charged unhesitatingly towards the trajectory between the rocket and G500!
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