It must have been sothing Vincent did that offended him, so this guy decided to let these Seal Team mbers suffer and simply let go.
"You think you're tough?"
"You think you're a Seal?"
I gave you soldiers, I gave you tanks, now I'll just quietly watch you perform.
Although Song Heping did not have a good opinion of Vincent either.
But since he promised to act as the surrounding guard, he must ensure that these Seals were not outflanked.
Lieutenant Colonel Mandres might not care, but he couldn't ignore it.
The current speed of advancent, relying solely on two teams covering each other while hugging the walls, was absolutely insufficient.
Assuming it was over a thousand ters from the small square to the "Hunter" sniper's position, and nearly four hundred ters had already been covered, it was ti to stop and establish a new sniper position.
"We're going upstairs."
Song Heping made a decision.
Bang—
As soon as his words fell, gunshots suddenly rang out from the direction of the small square.
Judging by the sound of the gunshots, it seed to be from a large-caliber sniper rifle.
Then, a dark figure fell from the roof ahead.
"Be careful!"
Song Heping shouted loudly.
Everyone hurriedly sought cover.
Boom—
The dark figure landed heavily in the middle of the road.
It was actually a corpse.
From the clothing and the gun on the body, it was an ard militant.
Obviously, the sniper from their side at the small square noticed soone on the rooftop attempting a sneak attack and took them out.
It seed Vincent dared to advance so boldly because he trusted the sniper Chris, believing that he could control the situation within a range of over a thousand ters, which emboldened him to push forward without hesitation.
Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Song Heping noticed two round objects popping out from the corpse.
These two objects rolled directly toward the side of the road.
"Hand Grenades!"
Song Heping imdiately dove behind a corner of the wall by the road.
Boom—
Boom—
Explosions sounded.
Then, crying could be heard.
This militant probably had two grenades with the pins pulled in hand, intending to throw them down from the rooftop when the distant sniper noticed and shot him dead. As the body fell, the grenades rolled to the roadside.
The explosion raised a cloud of dust that obscured the whole street.
Song Heping raised the barrel of his gun, aiming it at the buildings across the street.
If there was one, there would be two.
If one militant appeared, there would undoubtedly be other terrorists around.
Sure enough, he saw a gun barrel jutting out from a window, followed by a head that shook slightly, peering down.
Song Heping didn't give him a chance to retract, quickly pulling the trigger.
Tap tap—
The MK18 assault rifle spit out flas.
The head sprayed blood before disappearing into the room.
"Hunter, Queen, do you see our position? There are militants inside the buildings on both sides of the street. Take control imdiately, we're going in."
"No problem."
Song Heping then contacted Vincent again: "Captain Vincent, we need to enter this building to search and establish a position. You're advancing too quickly; there are militants everywhere here."
"I know," Vincent remained arrogant.
"You don't need to tell what to do, my sniper will take care of it."
"Take care of my ass!" Song Heping cursed inwardly as he glanced at the roadside.
The recent explosion had already injured three Illigo Soldiers from the Sword Battalion; they had been dragged to the side of the road for ergency treatnt.
Casualties were the most troubleso.
An injury required at least one person to carry the wounded back, and even if not carried, soone had to stay and look after them.
Two platoons of soldiers had advanced over three hundred ters and encountered an attack; for the remaining nearly one kiloter before reaching the suspected "Hunter" sniper point, it was unknown how many more would lose their lives here.
"There's soone upstairs!"
"Enemy!"
Ratatat—
Dadada—
The street suddenly beca lively.
Perhaps the militants upstairs failed in their sneak attack and have now turned to a frontal assault.
Bullets began to rain down like droplets.
The three Illigo Soldiers who were injured by shrapnel and lying by the roadside awaiting treatnt were riddled with bullets.
Just by the sound of gunfire, Song Heping could deduce that there were at least ten or more militants here.
Bang—
The Hunter at the small square fired a shot.
A militant had just ducked behind a wall, but the Hunter shot through the obstacle, killing him instantly.
The advantage of the Barrett is that its bullets can penetrate thick walls; even if soone is hiding behind the wall, they can be killed by the fragnts.
"Smoke bomb!"
Song Heping pulled out a smoke bomb, and the cook also took out one.
Both threw them at the sa ti.
The street was quickly enveloped in smoke.
Song Heping issued a simple attack command, "Follow the previous assignnt, go!"
Having said that, he took the lead in rushing across the street to the building harboring the terrorists.
The door on the ground floor opened with a pull.
Song Heping raised his gun and entered.
Although it was dayti, the corridor inside was very dark.
Song Heping backed out.
He didn't imdiately head upstairs.
Because moving from the brightly lit street into a building, one's vision will temporarily not adapt and can't see things clearly in the dark.
After waiting at the doorway for about twenty seconds, he turned his head and whispered to Samir, "Follow behind and cover ."
"Mhm."
Samir nodded.
Song Heping felt his vision had adapted and he could see clearly inside the corridor, then he began to ascend the steps slowly and carefully.
Actually, his MK18 was equipped with a tactical flashlight.
He could have turned on the flashlight for a clearer line of sight.
But doing so would also attract the attention of the ard militants in the building; if you can see others, they can also anticipate your arrival.
This is a tactical contradiction.
Therefore, he didn't plan to turn on the flashlight.
After climbing more than a dozen steps, Song Heping arrived at the corner between the first and second floors.
In CQB combat, corners are crucial because as one turns and changes direction, if soone is on the second floor, they will surely cover the corner for an ambush.
Sure enough, as the second-floor corridor ca into view, Song Heping saw a gun already positioned at the edge of a door on the right side of the second floor, with half a head exposed and a pair of ferocious eyes staring intently at the corner.
All of this happened in a flash.
As soon as Song Heping turned, his gun barrel followed into position.
Click-click—
His firing speed was less than a few hundredths of a second, shooting as soon as he saw the target, so fast it was astonishing, entirely a matter of muscle mory.
The ard militant hiding behind the door on the right did not expect Song Heping's rapid firing to be so incredible, even faster than his own ambush!
Two bullets hit the exposed half of the head accurately, the militant didn't even have ti to scream before he hit the ground, blood splattering the wall.
Song Heping was about to move his gun barrel forward and take another two steps since just two more steps up would allow him to see the doors on the left, and there were certainly more people there.
But before he could advance, a hand grenade flew out from the left side of the second-floor corridor, landing right at the corner.
Song Heping didn't even have ti to issue a warning and quickly descended the stairs. He even leaped and pounced on Samir, who was still puzzled, and the two rolled down the stairs.
Boom—
An explosion ignited a small fireball at the corner.
Song Heping quickly got up.
He estimated that the opposition wouldn't just throw one hand grenade.
This place was no longer safe.
They needed to get out!
Sure enough, as he was pulling Samir to rapidly retreat through the corridor toward the main door, several more sounds of hand grenades hitting the ground ca from behind them.
Then ca bursts of explosions!
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
The shock wave swept through the narrow corridor, dust and debris flying everywhere.
Song Heping and Samir almost burst through the main door to escape.
"Cough cough cough—"
Thick smoke made Samir burst into a violent cough.
Song Heping, disregarding the dust on his body and his disheveled appearance, propped his gun towards the doorway and fired a burst of bullets.
Ratatat—
Ratatat—
A few bursts of sustained fire.
This is tactical awareness.
Intuition in combat is extrely important.
Especially for special forces mbers.
They must make the correct judgnt in the blink of an eye.
And Song Heping's judgnt was that after the explosion, the opposition would definitely try to pursue.
They would certainly rush to the first floor.
About seven ters from the main entrance to the hallway.
Two bursts of sustained fire, and sure enough, Song Heping's accurate prediction ca true.
Two ard militants had just descended the stairs and were chasing down the corridor when they were t head-on by Song Heping's bullets, crying out in pain before collapsing.
Song Heping couldn't be bothered to go back and check whether they were dead or not. He simply took out a hand grenade and threw it inside.
Boom—
Everything was quick and efficient, and the entire corridor fell completely silent.
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