"Rabbani, go and shoot out the tires of the other cars quickly!"
"Okay!"
Rabbani hurriedly took aim with his gun and shot out all the tires of the vehicles under the trees.
Song Heping checked the ammunition reserve in the vehicle.
Aside from the ammunition box already loaded on the Desheka Heavy Machine Gun, there were five additional boxes in the vehicle.
This ant that together with the ammunition box on the machine gun, he had a total of 300 bullets.
It should be enough to hold them off for a while.
By this ti, the militants from the Revolutionary Brigade inside the cave had finally realized what was happening.
They had run away!
And they had already escaped from the cave.
Only corpses were left in the weapons room.
The assailants had fled through the ventilation ducts.
All the ard personnel began to swarm towards the cave entrance, attempting to intercept them.
The first wave of militants barely made it out of the entrance before they could identify Song Heping's position, and they were t with a hail of 12.7mm Desheka warhead bullets.
Boom boom boom—
Boom boom boom—
Boom boom boom—
The sound of the Desheka Heavy Machine Gun was very dull.
But its power was anything but small.
Several militants who had just run out of the cave were skewered by machine gun bullets like candied haw on a stick.
The Desheka Heavy Machine Gun could easily hit targets at 1500 ters and pierce through the side armor of average armored vehicles without a problem.
What more when hitting human bodies?
The most badass bullets went straight through three people.
The blood didn't just splatter, it was blasted out.
Those who had not yet exited the cave were splattered with blood as they reached the entrance and swiftly retreated backwards.
Kawasi, holding his gun, barked madly at the doorway, "Get out! Get out! They're at the parking lot, there's only three of them!"
anwhile, those militants hiding by the wall at the entrance didn't dare to step forward and were inwardly cursing up a storm.
Go out?!
Charge?!
If you're so capable, you go out and charge!
12.7mm bullets, for God's sake!
A grazing shot could sever limbs, a hit to the torso ant certain death; slaughterhouses killing pigs didn't turn out corpses as fast as these bullets did.
Seeing that his n didn't dare to charge, Kawasi was out of options.
He too knew that the machine gun at the doorway was not to be trifled with.
Now he suddenly realized there were too few exits here.
"Go to the back escape tunnel! We can circle around from there!"
Kawasi had finally seen the light.
Of course, the cave wouldn't have just one exit.
They had dug two other escape tunnels in case of ergency.
Now, these were finally coming in handy.
Only now, to reach the backup tunnel, they had to run back, wasting quite a bit of ti in the process.
Over at Song Heping's side, Mist had finally got the vehicle started.
Hearing the roaring engine, Mist burst into laughter, glanced at the dashboard to ensure there was plenty of fuel, and imdiately shifted gears quickly, flipping the vehicle from its original position.
That maneuver almost sent Song Heping flying.
Now it was Song Heping's turn to curse.
Pounding on the cab, he yelled, "Lao Mi, can you drive more steadily? Do you think you're in a movie or sothing, flipping the car like that!"
Mist laughed heartily, feeling extrely happy even while being scolded.
After all, everything was going smoothly.
It seed they could make it out.
How could he not be happy?
"Song, where can we find a phone or sothing like that?!"
As Mist sped away in the car, he shouted loudly at Song Heping in the back of the vehicle.
The one major problem now was that none of them had any communication devices.
With a satellite phone, GPS locator, or even a radio, they could imdiately contact the ISA headquarters.
Unfortunately, they had nothing.
Normally, communication devices were everywhere, with radios for individual soldiers, but now they were out of options.
In a normal country, you could simply find a village and find a telephone, but in Afghanistan...
Finding a phone was not an easy task.
In major cities like Kabul and Kandahar, it was manageable, but in small places on the southern border, it was wishful thinking.
Forget mobile phones, there wasn't even a network.
It wasn't that no one had satellite phones, but those who did were likely to be the leaders of the various ard factions.
"I don't know either, let's head towards Kandahar! Hopefully the drones will spot us!"
Song Heping was also helpless.
This kind of problem wasn't sothing he could solve.
"Look over there! They're coming!"
Lanier, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly pointed at the slope on the right side and yelled.
Song Heping turned to look.
He saw six pairs of headlights moving on the hill, clearly they were coming over the slope, heading their way.
"How are they so fast!?" Song Heping exclaid in surprise.
Lanier shouted, "There must be a backup passage, coming out from that side."
Song Heping looked toward the cave entrance again.
Activity stirred at the direction of the cave entrance as well.
Vaguely, car lights could be seen turning on.
After he stopped guarding the cave entrance, the people inside started to co out.
However, he wasn't worried that those erging from the entrance would pose any threat, since none of the vehicles towards the entrance had intact tires.
The biggest threat ca from the six vehicles that appeared behind the slope.
Thud thud thud---
Thud thud thud---
Thud thud thud---
The distant vehicles had actually opened fire!
Swish---
Swish---
Swish swish---
Song Heping could hear the sound of large-caliber bullets flying through the air.
Thankfully, at a distance of about five hundred ters, the militants' shooting was average, and they missed.
Shooting while on the move is not so easy to control, and you must be within three hundred ters to hit the target.
But the pursuers from the Revolutionary Brigade didn't care about all that, they just needed to shoot, and shot at Song Heping's car whenever they saw it.
After all, they had more people and more vehicles.
But he couldn't do the sa.
Although he still had over two hundred bullets, he needed to conserve them, as he didn't know where he could resupply, or if there even was any resupply available.
The replica AK47 assault rifle he carried also had only four magazines, which probably wouldn't last long in a fight.
Escaping to Kandahar would be the best scenario, avoiding too much gunfire was the optimal choice, but Song Heping knew it wouldn't be easy.
There is at least five hundred kiloters to Kandahar from here.
With the condition of the vehicle and the road, making it back to Kandahar by dawn would be a blessing.
And he had no idea how many interceptions he would encounter along the way, which was truly terrifying.
"Lao Mi, can you drive any faster? They're catching up!"
Song Heping noticed the pursuers were getting closer to his vehicle.
He began to doubt Mist's driving skills.
A mber of the Seal Team with specialized driving skills should have no problem getting rid of these country bumpkin pursuers, right?
But on second thought, it made sense.
A strong dragon cannot suppress the local snakes.
The soldiers of the Revolutionary Brigade had grown up here and were well-adapted to the conditions of the roads, knowing the terrain, pathways, and trails inside and out. A foreigner couldn't possibly take advantage of them on their own turf.
Song Heping suddenly felt that things were not looking good.
To easily escape back to Kandahar.
One word—difficult.
Two words—very difficult!
The pursuers' vehicles quickly entered a range of three hundred ters.
Song Heping had already aid the Desheka at the lead car.
He was still waiting.
Conserve ammunition, hit with a single shot.
The enemy's gunfire was extrely fierce, the machine gun thud thud thud never stopped.
The sound of bullets whizzing through the air was genuinely chilling.
Although those guys were poor shots, who could guarantee that a blind cat wouldn't hit a dead rat?
He felt the spread of the bullets getting smaller and more concentrated toward himself.
So, Song Heping decided he couldn't wait any longer.
He had to act, take out the lead car.
Wasting a bit more ammunition was no big deal anymore.
Survival was what mattered!
Thud thud thud---
Thud thud thud---
Thud thud thud---
Song Heping pulled the trigger on the pickup that had just entered the three hundred ter range and was in the lead.
In this situation, even Song Heping couldn't guarantee a hit with each shot.
Therefore, he chose to burst fire.
A Desheka Heavy Machine Gun, if fired wildly by holding down the trigger, would be highly inaccurate due to the trendous recoil causing a large spread.
So, he opted for three-round bursts, maintaining a certain coverage area while also keeping a fair level of accuracy.
When Rabbani saw Song Heping shooting, he thought the distance was too far to hit the target.
In fact, he was mistaken.
The headlights of the nearest lead car shook violently, then it swerved off the road, tumbling down the slope and crashing directly into a large rock. The ard passenger on the front passenger seat flew out like a cannonball, puncturing through the windshield and "stabbing" into the rock ahead, his head bursting on impact.
The machine gunner in the cargo area also beca a flyer, soaring over the rock and falling to his death on the slope below.
"Hit it! Nice shooting!"
Excited, Rabbani began shouting loudly.
At such a distance, it would be luck if he were the one shooting, hitting the target depended entirely on God.
The remaining five vehicles seed to get scared and imdiately slowed down.
Mist seized the opportunity and floored the gas; the pickup kicked up thick dust on the dirt road, racing towards Kandahar.
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