Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 284 - 237 Shot

Song Heping was powerless to turn the tide even if he were as tough as nails.

They were facing an entire platoon.

The bullets were pouring down like a torrential rain; it wasn't an exaggeration to describe it that way.

He and Rabbani were pinned behind a mound of earth, unable to even raise their heads.

They didn't even have a chance to stick their guns out.

Given the density of the barrage, it could break your hand and damage your gun.

Dadadada—

Dadadada—

A burst of gunfire ca from behind; Mist, who had already retreated over thirty ters, was shooting at the attacking Persian border police from a slope.

Mist's marksmanship was still quite impressive; every burst found its mark, two bursts took out two n.

Faced with this sudden ambush, the advancing speed of the border police slowed substantially, as those at the forefront imdiately sought cover on-site.

As a result, the pressure on Song Heping's side significantly decreased.

He pulled Rabbani up from the ground and yelled, "Run!"

Then he raised his gun and shot, suppressing the firepower ahead.

Rabbani stumbled a few ters forward, but ultimately his courage was too ager; fearing soone was shooting at him from behind, he dived into a pit ahead and cowered inside.

"Reloading!"

Song Heping quickly emptied a magazine and imdiately ducked back behind the mound to change it.

Tactically, Rabbani should have started firing imdiately to support Song Heping once he found cover.

Unexpectedly, he was too scared to even poke his head out of the pit.

Mist on the slope began to curse furiously again.

If the three of them coordinated, they could have maintained continuous fire.

Now, Rabbani's fear had completely disrupted the group's tactical coordination, breaking the continuity of their firepower.

What worried Mist the most was he noticed that the border police were starting to move.

"They're beginning to flank us from both sides! We need to get out of here fast!"

Song Heping shouted, "FCUK! I want to leave too!"

Before his words even faded, bullets whizzed and struck the mound, showering him in dirt and debris.

"Fire, Rabbani!"

Song Heping yelled back.

But there was still no reaction from Rabbani.

Song Heping was so incensed he felt murderous.

Since he noticed an encroachnt from the flank, Mist had no choice but to switch to side defense, gunning down two from a squad a hundred ters away that was on the move.

"Song! I can't cover you! You've got to run for it yourself!"

He was right.

He couldn't cover the front anymore.

Three n were too few!

And with a coward bungling things inside, their fighting strength was greatly reduced.

If they didn't intercept the ones flanking soon, the three would quickly be encircled and attacked from different directions, leaving them on a path to certain death.

So, the front had to be borne by Song Heping alone.

It was out of the question to rely on Rabbani.

As Mist turned to the flank, the attack squad of the border police sprang into action.

Under Lieutenant Abel's command, they stood up from behind cover and began fanning out to attack Song Heping.

After all, Abel was an experienced border police officer.

He knew Song Heping might be a sharpshooter, but he was just one man.

No matter how fierce you are, you are still just one person.

Using a fan formation for the attack widened the front line, which was very effective against a single target.

Because one person couldn't possibly shoot each enemy spread across a hundred-ter front simultaneously.

Song Heping could only fire a couple of shots here and there, shooting to the left would lead to a charge from the right; firing to the right would result in an advance from the left.

This way, he couldn't form an effective blockade.

Indeed, after killing three more border police, Song Heping noticed a problem.

They were getting closer to him.

They had already charged within a hundred ters.

"Damn it!"

By now, Song Heping had no mind left to curse Rabbani to help.

Soon, he was suppressed by intense firepower behind the mound.

Although he couldn't see what was happening in front, Song Heping guessed they must be around fifty ters away by now.

He took out his hand grenades and laid them beside him.

Then he grabbed one, pulled the pin, and held it in hand while he stealthily peeked from the left side of the mound, rapidly scanning the environnt ahead before ducking back as quickly as possible.

As expected, bullets soon rained down on the left side of the mound, kicking up dirt and stones.

However, Song Heping had already spotted the general positions of the police.

He quickly threw the first hand grenade.

Then the second.

And the third.

Each throw was blind from behind the mound; he never showed his head.

But the accuracy of the grenades was surprisingly on point.

Boom—

Boom—

Boom—

Boom—

One after another, the grenades exploded.

Soon, Song Heping heard screams.

This ant his grenades had wounded the enemy.

Taking advantage of the last grenade's smokescreen before it cleared, Song Heping imdiately counterattacked, moving to the right side of the mound and firing three bursts of cover from behind an object.

The border police, already sowhat jittery from the grenade blasts, were taken by surprise, and three more lost their lives.

The situation at the front fell into the eyes of Lieutenant Abel, who was observing from a distance.

He was greatly shocked to see all this through his binoculars.

So far, just over ten minutes into the battle, about a dozen of his n had died.

And only two people were firing on the other side.

"What kind of people are these two…"

He held his binoculars, watching and murmuring to himself.

His aide beside him was also greatly shaken, "Captain, I think they're US Special Forces."

Abel's facial muscles twitched violently.

The losses for today were considerable.

You have to understand, for every man lost, he would have to pay out a hefty sum of condolence money.

This wasn't the official compensation; it was an unspoken agreent, a rule within their company.

After getting involved in drug trafficking, the entire company was complicit, with everyone getting a cut of the profits, and they established a welfare standard.

How much was earned each month, how much was contributed, and how much was saved up—the savings were ant to provide an additional sum on top of the governnt's payout for those who died or were injured and couldn't work anymore.

More than a dozen...

Just thinking about it made him wince at the loss.

I can't pay this bill myself, it has to be that bastard Kawasi!

More than half of the twenty or so border police in the frontal assault were already dead.

Everyone was terrified, for they had never faced such formidable enemies.

It was like the presence of the Grim Reaper himself.

Once morale was shaken, numbers were useless.

The platoon leader in charge of leading the attack had fallen.

The remaining ten or so border police were all hiding behind cover, not daring to move.

Seeing this, Lieutenant Abel was furious and began to curse into the radio, "What's going on! What are you all hiding for! Launch the attack now! We're very close!"

Indeed, they were very close.

Only a little over thirty ters.

But not a single person was willing to lead the charge first.

Because whoever charged would die.

That was certain.

And the two light machine guns positioned more than two hundred ters away were completely unable to inflict fatal damage on Song Heping.

He was hiding behind a mound of earth.

No one knew when he would pop up.

And his speed of firing was too fast, taking a life with each shot.

The machine gunners couldn't react as fast as he could, by the ti they swung their muzzles around to aim and shoot at him, he had already ducked back down.

Continuous suppression fire was pointless; the advancing n upfront had frozen, petrified with fear. Suppressing Song Heping was futile, just a waste of bullets.

"Send the second platoon up imdiately! Right now!"

Lieutenant Abel turned and ordered the second platoon, which was already on standby behind him.

"Push everyone forward! Can dozens of you not take down one man?! Are you all useless?!"

While giving orders, Song He had actually crawled along the ground into a trench where Rabbani was.

He was now stealthily aiming at a distance.

Capture the ringleader first to defeat the enemy.

Lieutenant Abel was the highest commander.

He had to be taken down!

But just as he was set on this decision, a distant machine gunner seed to have spotted Song He and began shooting at him imdiately.

Song He felt a sudden pain on his face and quickly ducked back into the trench.

On touching it, his hand ca away covered in blood.

Rabbani looked at Song He in a panic and began tearing off his own scarf to bandage Song He's wound.

Song He touched the wound and realized it was just a graze on the right cheek, a superficial injury.

That was close!

If the bullet had been just a bit toward the center, he would have been dead.

It was his first ti being so close to death.

Even for soone as bold as Song He, he couldn't help but break out into a cold sweat.

"I'm fine, just a flesh wound."

After speaking, he turned his head and shouted up the hillside, "Lao Mi! They have a commander, take out their commander, next to the off-road vehicle two hundred ters away!"

Mist had just managed to suppress the border police who were attempting to encircle them. Hearing Song He's shout, he imdiately swung his gun around to a position where he could see the distant trucks, aid at Lieutenant Abel, and fired a burst.

Dada dada—

"Did you hit him!?"

Hearing the gunfire, Song He quickly asked loudly.

From behind the hillside, Mist shouted, "FUCK! This damn gun! I didn't hit him!"

"And you call yourself a SEAL! You can't even hit at two hundred ters!" Song He couldn't help but criticize him again.

"Mist roared, "It's this damn gun's fault! Give an MK18 and see if I don't hit him!"

Song Heping laughed with exasperation, "I'll give you an intercontinental missile! That'll blow him to smithereens instantly!"

Lieutenant Abel didn't die.

Indeed, it was the gun's fault.

The guns they were using had been taken from the soldiers of the Revolutionary Brigade. These counterfeit AK47s, handcrafted in Lada Village in the northwest of Pakistan, were quite sturdy but had abysmal accuracy.

At a distance of over two hundred ters, relying on iron sights and with so little ti to aim, missing the target was inevitable.

In fact, it wasn't that he hadn't hit his target at all; at least one bullet had found Lieutenant Abel.

But it only hit his arm.

rely a flesh wound.

Still, it was enough to scare Lieutenant Abel quite a bit.

He hurriedly took cover inside the vehicle and picked up the walkie-talkie, starting to furiously bellow, "Second Platoon Leader! I want to see their bodies within ten minutes! Otherwise, you'll be the one turned into a corpse!"

By this point, the Second Platoon Leader had no way out.

Even if Song Heping's marksmanship was precise, the n of the second platoon had to fight with all they had.

"Charge! Everyone, charge! Spread out the attack line. He can't stop all of us, there's only one man on the other side!"

The second platoon's entry imdiately gave the border police new confidence.

This ti, the frontal assault consisted of over forty people, all spreading out to form a skirmish line roughly a hundred ters wide.

The machine guns began to spit fire wildly, cheerfully spraying bullets toward Song Heping.

This ti, Song Heping felt the Grim Reaper had closed in right beside him.

Those border police that he had previously suppressed, daring not to move at thirty ters away, now launched a charge.

It was then that soone finally began to use hand grenades.

This was what Song Heping dreaded most.

Soon, grenades started flying over, landing around the pit one after another.

Finally, a hand grenade landed inside the pit.

Song Heping picked it up and threw it back.

Another one fell into the pit.

Quick on the draw, Song Heping grabbed it and threw it back once more.

The third ti, two grenades fell together, both landing right beside Song Heping.

In despair, Song Heping pulled Rabbani up and rolled out of the pit, taking cover behind a mound of dirt.

Then, before he could lie flat, a whistling noise rang in his ears.

He felt a sharp jolt on the right side of his chest, and two seconds later, a tide of pain surged in, so intense it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

"I've been shot!"

The mound of dirt wasn't thick enough, and they were too close. A bullet shot straight through the dirt, injuring Song Heping.

"Song! Are you alright?"

Seeing this, Mist couldn't care less about flanking; he started shooting bursts at those border police advancing from the front, trying to stop their assault.

But it was all in vain.

He soon took a bullet himself and, after a scream, withdrew behind the dirt slope.

"Song, I can't hold them back! We're going to die here!"

He broke into a bitter laugh.

Enduring the pain, Song Heping reached over and took a hand grenade from Rabbani.

He calmly looked at Rabbani and said, "When they co to check, you know what to do, right?"

Rabbani was completely stunned.

What to do?

Did he an...

To take them with us?