Song Heping's position was elevated, allowing him to overlook the second floor of the building opposite, but he couldn't clearly see the first-floor passage.
However, from the firing angle, a single RPG rocket launched from a second-floor window should hit the staircase turn between the first and second floors, provided the aim was accurate.
This was the most likely place to set up an ambush.
Song Heping hoisted the RPG, moved to the window, and checked the firing safety. Everything was in order.
The RPG was ready to fire.
He suddenly turned around, instantly aid at the second-floor window of the opposite building, and pulled the trigger as quickly as he could. He didn't even have ti to glance at the explosion effect before imdiately retreating behind the wall.
Just as he ducked back, a volley of bullets hit near the window, cracking loudly.
Fortunately, he dodged quickly, or else Song Heping would have had his "head bloom."
The RPG rocket, dragging a fiery tail, scread sharply, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and darted into the second-floor window.
Boom—
The second-floor window and the first-floor corridor flashed with fire. The shockwave and blast wind directly killed the militants hiding at the turn of the second floor.
Having already taken cover by the door, the cook heard the explosion and imdiately pulled open the iron door, shouting to White Bear, "Charge!"
White Bear stord in, guns blazing continuously as he advanced.
Ard with an M249 light machine gun, he had enough ammunition to suppress the militants at the end of the corridor.
The two soon reached the end of the corridor, where two militants' bodies already lay.
The personnel at the exit of the second-floor staircase were dazed by the explosion of the RPG rocket, and by the ti they realized what was happening, the cook and White Bear had already reached the second floor.
Each took charge of one side, continuously firing, exhausting their bullets, throwing hand grenades, then imdiately pulling out pistols, covering each other as they changed magazines...
Song Heping on the opposite building was not idle either.
He began to clear each floor downwards. By then, Song Heping had entered a frenzied state of killing—it could be said that he killed anyone in his way, be they man or divine figure.
No one was faster than his gun.
Many were faster, but none were as accurate as him.
Samir had already run from the alley to the building's entrance below.
Soon, the iron door squeaked open.
Song Heping's voice from inside said, "Everyone, co in!"
The "Musician" defense squad quickly took over the building.
anwhile, in the small square, the Sword Camp and Warrior Camp began to slowly advance, adopting a coordinated infantry and tank approach to clearing the buildings in the area.
The sound of gunfire and artillery ford a chaotic ss in the city.
Song Heping returned to the rooftop of the fifth floor, from where he gave orders to Hunter and Queen, "Hunter, Queen, see where I am? Quickly move closer to . The position here is good; let's establish a new sniper point here."
"Understood!"
After giving the order, Song Heping ran to the west side of the roof and took out binoculars to look for Vincent's squad's position.
Their position was even more advanced than the "Musician" defense's position.
Previously ignoring the ard militants at their rear and leaving them to Song Heping and his team, Vincent was now leading two platoons from Sword Camp along with tanks and Humvees, having advanced about three hundred ters ahead.
Unfortunately, they could advance no further.
For they were being ambushed.
Song Heping observed for a mont and noticed they were blocked at a fork in the road.
The lead Abrams tank seed to have been hit by anti-tank weapons, blackened in two places and emitting wisps of black smoke from its sides. Although the armor appeared unbreached, the driver seed scared, beginning to reverse there.
On the road, Song Heping saw an even more alarming sight.
Altogether four Sword Camp soldiers lay by the roadside, while the rest had already retreated into the buildings nearby, none daring to show their heads.
Clearly, they were being targeted by a sniper.
Song Heping quickly ducked back, taking cover behind a fence.
He now also dared not show his head for too long.
If the "Hunter" organization's top sniper was so accurately skilled, just showing himself for more than five seconds could pose a risk of being sniped.
He guessed that the reason the opposition's sniper had not yet attacked his area was because Vincent's squad had drawn their attention.
Song Heping could not estimate how many enemy snipers were hidden in the unknown areas ahead.
Urban combat is just like this.
It gets ssy once the fighting starts.
No one knows what is hidden among the countless buildings.
Logically, according to the US Army's combat principle, this was when aerial forces should have co into play.
Sure enough, just monts later, two Warthog attack aircraft swept overhead.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
The bombs poured down as if they cost nothing.
Song Heping found a wall hole and looked through it.
He saw several buildings about a thousand ters away billowing with black smoke.
He guessed Vincent's Seal Team figured that was where the sniper was located, which led to the attack aircraft bombing it.
However, the effects were hard for Song Heping to estimate.
After all, he was too far away, and as there had not been a direct confrontation with those "Hunters," he only knew they were to the west.
The west...
Heh.
That was a vast area, a vast cluster of buildings.
Finding a sniper in those dilapidated buildings was a tall order.
Hunting a sniper was essentially a contest of patience.
Unless you use soone as bait to expose the enemy's position and then directly call for aerial bombardnt.
Otherwise, if it's a sniper against a sniper.
Without several hours or more of ambush, it just wouldn't happen.
"Boss, we're here."
Queen and Hunter appeared behind Song Heping, with Samir following.
"Samir, keep an eye on that building opposite, don't let them get back on the roof. Kill anyone you see."
"Yes, boss!"
Samir was very obedient.
He now regarded Song Heping almost as an idol.
Whatever Song asked, he would do.
"This spot is for you."
Song Heping pointed at the bullet hole as big as a basin.
"Hunter, co here."
He then told Queen, "Find yourself a spot to set up your rifle, and rember, be careful, their sniper is no vegetarian."
"Okay."
Queen looked around.
She quickly found a pile of debris on the rooftop and set up her gun behind it.
"Keep an eye out yourselves, you're all experts, I won't direct you."
Song Heping was truly exhausted.
After the intense fight just now, it was only when he relaxed that he felt the fatigue wash over him like a tide, making him feel faint.
He found a spot to sit down against the wall, reaching out to feel for the water pipe, but his hand grasped the air, causing him to smile wryly.
His water bag had been punctured and he had thrown it away.
He felt for his tactical pack next, where he had stashed a bottle of backup water.
Upon inspection, it also had leaked out.
Queen, seeing Song Heping curiously examining the spreading range of the bullet holes in his tactical pack with his fingers, couldn't help but laugh, "Boss, were you shot? Are you hurt?"
Song Heping shook his head, "No, my small pack and water bag were punctured, and all the water leaked out."
Queen pulled out her own sports drink and threw it to him, "Catch."
Song Heping caught it, unscrewed the cap, and started gulping down the contents.
Hunter, while aiming, asked, "Boss, you and Samir are really fierce, huh? You wiped out all the ard militants in this building."
Samir quickly clarified, "It has nothing to do with , it's all boss's doing; he climbed to the roof with his bare hands and killed from the top downwards, all the way through, even took out the enemies guarding the entrance on the opposite building to help the cook and his team enter…"
Samir exalted Song Heping like a minstrel singing a heroic epic, eight parts truth to two parts exaggeration, portraying Song Heping like a god descending from heaven.
Song Heping, sitting by the wall, felt embarrassed listening to this.
He finally understood.
So nearly mythologized heroes from ancient Middle East probably erged from the praises of soone like Samir.
Hearing Samir's exaggerations left Queen and Hunter numb.
Fuck.
Is this still a human?
This is the very embodint of a regional death god!
As Song Heping sipped his water, he instructed Queen and Hunter, "Both of you rember, don't fire randomly. Only fire if you see their sniper because the mont you shoot, their sniper might notice you."
Queen, peering through the scope at Vincent's squad blocked at a three-way intersection, observed the surrounding buildings and asked, "Shouldn't we clear the way for Vincent and his team? I saw quite a few gunn in the buildings near them."
"No need."
Song Heping said, "They won't die. If push cos to shove, they can call for air support themselves, don't they still have drones? They have better control over the transparency of the battlefield than we do, no need for us to take risks for them."
Hunter chuckled, "Boss, you're using them as target practice."
Song Heping said, "Them being targets is better than us being targets. Vincent just threw the local militants at us and ran off with tanks and armored vehicles. Do you think he cares about our lives? I'm not risking my brothers' lives for their madness."
Saying that, he peeked at the distant position of Vincent's squad and then drew back.
"They'll be fine, the Seals are quite capable."
Hunter said, "One of them died; how capable is that!"
Song Heping said, "That's because they encountered an expert."
After a mont of silence, Song Heping continued, "Hunter, our opponents this ti are not ordinary people. Be cautious. I didn't expect Illiguo would have such experts; Sadam's Revolutionary Guard has so capable people indeed."
Hunter nodded, "Hmm, the one who killed the Seal earlier, I guess the bullet ca from 1300 ters away. If it's just an SVD, that's terrifying."
"I've said before, an SVD, if modified, can hit targets beyond a thousand ters. If the marksman is an expert, he can shoot even farther. But that said, this sniper has piqued my interest too. There aren't many amongst those I've t who can do what he does. Wasn't there a rumor that the Mosul Reaper is a forr national-level shooting athlete? It's quite possible.
Be cautious, I don't know how many snipers like him are in Mosul."
"What should we do then?" Queen asked, "Just ignore it?"
"It's not our turn to handle it," Song Heping smiled, "Vincent said it's the Seals' own mission, not ours. Let's just sit back and watch."
Samir said, "Boss, do you an we're no match for the 'Hunter's' snipers?"
Song Heping gazed toward the sky pensively, "Sniping is inherently an assassin's art; the attacking side is at a disadvantage. We're the ones initiating the attack; our abilities are roughly equal, so who do you think has a better chance of winning?"
Samir added, "From what you're saying, we might as well not bother; it's better not risk our lives for an Arican war."
"Let's wait…"
Song Heping said, "No need to rush to appease others; we'll play it safe for now. Let's not act like those Seals. We'll help them only when they truly have no other options, and then they'll be grateful for our help."
"Do you have a plan?" Hunter asked.
Actually, Song Heping had been pondering this issue.
He had a preliminary plan in mind.
It all depended on how things unfolded next.
"I've been thinking about this for the past few days…"
He was about to speak when he suddenly heard Chris's excited voice over the radio.
"I got him! I took him down!"
Vincent urgently asked, "Are you sure? You're sure you took down the enemy sniper?"
"Yes, from 1600 ters! I took him down!" Chris's excitent was palpable.
"COOL" Vincent exclaid, "Amazing! Mark the location and I'll lead a team to search and confirm the body!"
Chris responded, "He's on a rooftop 1600 ters away, hidden under a tarp. I hit him! Location is marked, waiting for confirmation!"
"OK!"
The news ca too fast.
Song Heping and Hunter exchanged glances.
After a while, Samir asked, "Really took him out?"
Hunter said, "Seal snipers still have so tricks up their sleeves!"
He lay behind Barrett's scope, took a glance at the marked building, adjusted the magnification, and observed for a while.
But he saw nothing.
It seed they could only wait for the final confirmation of the body.
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