"Hawkeye calling Nanny Squad."
Song Heping wasn't wrong.
Just as he had finished setting up the guard, Vincent's voice ca up in the radio.
"Nanny received, go ahead."
Actually, Song Heping didn't need to ask to know what he wanted.
"Nanny Squad, without my order, you are not to open fire!"
Vincent's tone was still unquestionable, as if he were Song Heping's superior.
"Copy that."
After responding, Song Heping turned to everyone and said, "You all heard that, right? We're just here to watch the show."
Cook sneered, "I think they're just afraid we'll kill the enemy and steal the lilight. Are these Seals so lacking in confidence?"
"I think it's quite good actually." Grey Wolf had beco quite placid after Song Heping's previous analysis.
After all, no one likes to risk their lives.
If the entire operation was just to provide outer periter defense for the Seal Team and they completed the task, the company would receive a reward of one million US dollars; it was pretty much free money, a good deal.
Where else could one find such a business?
"They are not afraid of us stealing the lilight."
Song Heping held his binoculars and turned to look in the direction of the small building.
He noticed that there were already Seals' snipers positioned on the rooftop.
"They're worried that after the 'Hunters' snipers appear, our rash firing without hitting the target would disrupt their plans."
The intensity of the firefight in front seed to have decreased rapidly.
The militants' gunshots had completely stopped.
But the Sword Battalion soldiers seed to be still very tense, with several Humvees lining up, the large-caliber machine guns on their roofs blasting away toward the warehouse.
Song Heping saw through his binoculars that the walls of the warehouse were being peeled off in large sheets.
Although the M2HB heavy machine guns mounted on the Sword Battalion Humvees were old models, thankfully, this gun was simple in design and cheap to manufacture, so it is still standard heavy caliber machine gun equipnt for the US Army.
If the walls were not thick enough, the militants hiding on the second floor could well be killed by bullets piercing through the walls.
Smart people would stack items like sandbags behind the walls to create double protection against large caliber armor-piercing bullets.
"Cease fire! Cease fire!"
After the Sword Battalion's Illigo soldiers had each fired off an entire box of ammo, Lieutenant Colonel Mandres' voice finally ca through the radio.
He couldn't stand it any longer.
The other side had stopped counterattacking, and they were still spraying bullets everywhere like mad.
Bullets don't cost money, huh?
Even if they didn't care about wasting bullets, if they ran out of ammo here, how were they supposed to provide fire support once they entered the city?
After several shouts, the heavy machine guns up front finally ca to a complete stop.
"Sword Battalion, organize the convoy to enter the city."
Mandres issued the Sword Battalion its marching orders.
Cook laughed when he heard the conversation on the radio and said to Song Heping, "See, soone is about to be cannon fodder."
The US Army's Abrams tanks and Bradley armored vehicles were still stopped in the distance, motionless, waiting for the Sword Battalion to probe for mines.
A few minutes later, an Abrams tank and a Humvee from the Sword Battalion's vanguard roared to life, advancing slowly towards the entrance to the city under everyone's gaze.
Logically, if the earlier firefight had been effective, the militants should have been killed or fled by now.
If the tank and Humvee encountered no attacks when entering the city, the rest of the convoy would follow in succession, then clear out an area to establish a forward position inside the city, and from there dispatch multiple squads to start clearing the first area.
Everyone's eyes were on that leading Abrams tank and the Humvee.
With the help of his binoculars, Song Heping could clearly see the Illigo soldier manning the machine gun on top of the Humvee was sweating profusely; in the morning light, his face appeared as if it was sared with a layer of oil, shiny and reflective.
Song Heping knew that it was all sweat.
Being the vanguard to scout the path was the most dangerous thing.
You always die first.
Everyone was guessing whether the scouting tank and Humvee would encounter an attack, their hearts suspended midair.
Song Heping kept moving the binoculars, his vision following the two vehicles as he constantly observed the movents within the surrounding buildings.
The Abrams tank and the Humvee slowly crossed the intersection and moved about thirty ters deeper.
They ca upon a small open space marked on the map as a small square.
Lieutenant Colonel Mandres intended to establish a forward base there.
Finally, the tank and the Humvee safely reached the edge of the square and stopped next to a bombed-out flowerbed.
The Abrams tank's visibility was not as good as that of the Humvee, which was fully reliant on it to observe the surroundings.
And the Humvee was very dependent on the machine gunner atop it.
The machine gunner kept rotating the gun, using the shield to observe the surroundings.
For a full five minutes, no militants appeared around them.
All was quiet.
He looked down to his comrades inside and said, "No problem."
The squad leader in charge of command said, "Dismount, establish a defensive line!"
Having said that, he was the first to push open the door.
Just as he opened the door, a gunshot rang out from a distance.
Crack—
A string of blood beads surged from the squad leader's neck, his helt violently knocked against the door, and then he fell to the ground, clutching his neck.
"Man down! Man down!"
The radio frequency once again descended into chaos.
Almost simultaneously, an RPG rocket was fired from a dilapidated building to the right of the square, aid straight at the rear right side of the leading Abrams tank.
As the first RPG rocket ca flying, an anti-tank soldier from the roof of a building to the left also targeted the top of the tank's turret and swiftly launched another round.
Two RPG rockets flew towards the leading Abrams tank from different angles, both at very tricky trajectories.
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