"Man down! Raul is down! Raul is down!"
Griffel shouted into the radio while crawling next to Raul, then lifted his helt.
The blood and so tofu-like substance all flowed out.
Griffel's hand, which had been reaching for the dical kit, stopped.
Chris asked him, "How is Raul?!"
Griffel froze for two seconds, steadied his rapid breathing, and then calmly replied, "He's dead."
"Damn Hunter!"
Chris no longer had ti to save Raul. He took Raul's spotting scope and crawled back to the entrance, then cautiously aligned the lens bit by bit to peer outside.
Unfortunately, he found nothing.
Looking at the dense cluster of buildings in front of him, he felt sowhat desperate.
"I can't find him!"
"The shots ca from the southwest! How far approximately!?"
"At least a kiloter away! The sound has already faded a lot!"
Now, Chris had to quickly estimate the distance; he needed to locate the enemy.
One kiloter...
He first estimated the range to be between 1000 and 1300 ters, then began visually gauging distances, aiming the spotting scope at the buildings within this range in search.
anwhile, on the ground, Song Heping also heard the gunshots.
He imdiately ordered Hunter and Queen, "You two find sniper positions imdiately, rember, you need to find them on rooftops."
Turning to Grey Wolf and Disaster Star, he said, "You two act as spotters for them, be careful! Rember, your task is not to snipe that sniper; you are just providing periter security!"
After speaking, he then turned to the Chef and others, "Let's go, we head in the southwest direction, take the left road! Follow the Seal Team."
At this mont, Vincent had already rushed to the Sword Camp Commander, "You! Imdiately send two tanks and two Humvees forward on the left road, also dispatch two platoons to advance in coordination, fast! I'll join you in the search!"
The Commander looked sowhat at a loss.
The recent gunshots let him know sothing was definitely wrong.
The snipers from the Resistance Organization in Mosul were extrely formidable, he had heard of that as well.
Clearly, a sniper had shown up.
To go, or not to go?!
"I need to consult with Lieutenant Colonel Mandres..."
He very "smartly" found an excuse to shirk responsibility.
Unexpectedly, the next second, Vincent's pistol was already pressed against his head,
"I order you, do as I say right now! Otherwise, I won't mind executing you right here!"
The Sword Camp soldiers, seeing their Commander with a gun to his head, originally wanted to surround Vincent, but they soon abandoned this idea.
Because the man holding a gun to their Commander's head was a mber of the US Special Forces.
An Arican affair...
They really dared not interfere.
"Alright, alright, alright..."
The Commander finally conceded in the face of death.
He quickly issued orders, "First Platoon, send out two tanks and two Humvees, and two platoons of infantry under the command of this officer, you listen to him."
After speaking, he turned to Vincent, "I've handed over the n to you, you're in command."
"Waste!"
Vincent cursed.
Then he approached the soldiers of the First Platoon.
"Tank 01 and 02, and these two Humvees, move forward imdiately along the main road to the southwest, First and Second Platoons, one on the left, one on the right, stick to the buildings as you advance, pay attention to search the buildings along the street, follow , obey my command!"
At this mont, Vincent transford into the commander of the Sword Camp's search team, leading two platoons of Illigo Soldiers swiftly advancing along the main road to the southwest.
"What do we do?" asked the Chef.
"We?" Song Heping revealed a sly smile, "Follow them, but let's not get too close to them; we are responsible for rear security. Besides, Vincent also said, he doesn't want us firing."
"Good!"
White Bear was the quickest to respond, and he too smiled.
Song Heping noticed too.
Vincent was now sowhat impatient.
He was eager to find the sniper's position.
Therefore, he commanded the search troops to push forward recklessly.
According to the original plan, the search was supposed to be very cautious.
Area 5 was divided into several small sectors, originally planned to be carefully searched sector by sector, bit by bit.
Now he was advancing all at once; he didn't bother to search the buildings by the roadside, hence there was a significant risk.
After following for a while, he checked the distance.
Now, they were over three hundred ters away from the little square.
He imdiately raised his fist to halt his n.
"We can't follow them like this."
Song Heping looked around.
Both sides were full of buildings, densely packed, giving an oppressive feeling.
Countless windows could hide a gun barrel that could fire at the searching troops on the street at any mont.
Pop, pop, pop—
Just as he was worried, a firefight indeed broke out.
Two Illigo soldiers incessantly sprayed bullets into a building's window.
One of the soldiers kept shouting loudly.
Song Heping asked Samir, "What is he saying?"
Samir said, "He said there are militants upstairs."
Vincent, however, did not seem to plan on stopping; he ordered several Illigo soldiers behind him, "You few, go up and clear, the rest keep moving forward!"
"This guy is crazy," said the Chef, "pushing hard like this, it's easy to get flanked."
Song Heping glanced back towards the small square.
Up to this point, there was still no movent there.
This Lieutenant Colonel Mandres seed to be quite a stickler too.
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