The assault depended entirely on surprise.
Speed was the quintessential elent of every assault operation.
Once the battle had begun, the entire camp fell into chaos, with the situation constantly changing and enemies potentially erging from all directions.
As such, there couldn't be too much improvisation in command, and Song Heping, as the team leader, had already discussed the roles with the cook.
Once they had infiltrated, who would take which route, who was responsible for which direction, who would handle the rescue, and who would provide cover—everything was planned but left unspoken.
The two largest houses indeed had the most guards.
They hurriedly put on clothes, so without even bothering to dress, charging out in undershirts and shorts, holding guns, wanting to see which audacious fool dared to assault Camp K1.
But as soon as they stepped out, they were imdiately slaughtered.
Two M240 machine guns spat out tongues of fire. From a distance of 200 ters, Disaster Star and White Bear were essentially competing in a hunting ga.
Their bullets sealed the exits like raindrops.
Each was responsible for one building.
Several guards who rushed to the doors were shot through by bullets, cooling their hearts and scattering their spirits. Owing to the powerful M240 machine guns, even the guards walking behind suffered.
The bullets passed through one guard then penetrated those standing behind, stringing them along like candied haw on a stick.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Other guards, initially rising aggressively to engage, deflated imdiately, clutching their heads and lying flat on the ground, crawling towards the beds and tables like frightened lizards.
They would burrow into any corner they felt was safe, wishing they could transform into pangolins and dig underground.
After shooting at the door for a while and seeing no one daring to exit, Disaster Star and White Bear began sweeping through the houses.
The houses were made of wood, cut from local trees and thus were not very thick; a spray of bullets caused sawdust to fly everywhere, and the bullets penetrating the wooden boards struck so unfortunate souls inside.
These unfortunate souls were actually the most pitiful.
Those killed directly by the M240 would die quickly, while those struck by bullets after they penetrated the walls often did not die imdiately, screaming miserably on the ground if the bullets hit non-fatal areas.
The whole camp was suddenly filled with wails and screams, as mournful as crows in the night.
While the two M240 machine guns suppressed the two largest guardhouses, Song Heping and the cook's team dispersed, each finding large trees for cover and targeting other buildings.
The other smaller buildings, so storage rooms, so armories, so kitchens, didn't have many people, but those inside still ran out upon hearing the noise, only to et bullets from Song Heping's team and die on the spot.
After a round of suppression, the remaining guards learned their lesson and hid inside the houses, shooting from inside to outside at any angle they could manage.
However, so of them couldn't even see where their enemy was, resorting to blind shooting.
This gave Song Heping and his team an opportunity.
Taking advantage of their disorganized shooting, Song Heping issued a command, "Cover !"
No sooner had he spoken than Song Heping shot out like an arrow.
The guns of the others began to lash out wildly, trying to suppress the people inside the houses to prevent them from coming out.
Actually, there were quite a few people at Camp K1, several dozen.
If they hadn't panicked, or if a calm commander had reorganized, they might have delayed Song Heping's assault, but unfortunately, the commander, too brave, had charged forward and been turned into a sieve by the M240 machine guns.
So now, with the guards isolated in different buildings, unable to communicate or designate a new commander, they could only fight independently, shooting however they liked, lacking any strategy.
Song Heping had already sneaked up under the corner wall of one of the largest houses, without any fuss, and pulled out an Arican-made M67 grenade, pulling the pin and letting the shrapnel fly before waiting a second to throw it through a window.
The grenade flew into the dimly lit house; soone heard it, and yelled "Grenade," but unfortunately, no one knew what to do.
So, in their panic, rushed out while others curled up in corners, praying to God.
Boom—
Explosives and flesh flew out from the windows and doors, casting up thick smoke.
Unhesitatingly, Song Heping moved to another house, doing the sa by throwing a grenade inside.
Boom—
After each throw, Song Heping didn't enter to clean up, since being alone, he could easily be ambushed by any survivors.
It was most important now to deliver a grenade into every house in the camp.
Everything seed to be going well, only that Song Heping made a fatal mistake that nearly cost him his life.
After throwing a grenade into the sixth house, Song Heping hid under the base of the house, waiting for the explosion.
The base of the house was built with large stones bonded with cent, sandwiching wood boards to strengthen the structure.
It was fortunate that this design saved Song Heping's life.
This explosion was more intense than any before.
Boom—
Bang—
It was two explosions.
Because this was Camp K1's armory.
Although it was a small armory for just a few dozen people, it contained ammunition and so explosives.
The explosion tore off the roof and blew down a wall.
Lying beside the stone base, Song Heping felt a forceful shove, throwing him two ters away, his body in a state of shock as if his soul had scattered, and his ribs ached slightly.
Fortunately, he quickly realized the danger, and although still dazed, his body reacted instinctively, tumbling into a nearby pit.
Just as he rolled into the pit, a third explosion occurred.
This explosion was trendously powerful, and the house simply vanished, reduced to debris.
Countless pieces fell from the sky, consisting of wood, stones, and so sticky, fleshy bits…
"No!"
The cook, not far away, saw the explosion and couldn't see Song Heping.
Smoke enveloped an area of about twenty ters around the house.
The cook broke out in a cold sweat.
Several team mbers were frantically calling for Song Heping on the channel.
"Boss, are you alright?!"
"Song! Answer ! Where are you?!"
In fact, Song Heping's ears were buzzing at that mont, and he couldn't hear anything.
Not buying noise-cancelling headphones for this operation was indeed a mistake.
Fortunately, the cook was also a significant figure.
With Song Heping missing, he imdiately took over the command.
"White Bear, Disaster Star, advance alternately and co over to help."
"Hunter, go find Song! Grey Wolf, you and I will blow up the last two houses!"
It must be said, a mature team needs this kind of stable structure. If the lead falls, the deputy can step up, and the team won't be thrown into chaos.
Under the cook's leadership, the last two houses were blown up.
"Check the houses, sweep the enemies, no one left!"
No one left.
That was the plan all along.
They would not leave any survivors.
Because they didn't want anyone to know who did it, nor provide any clues for the AUC ard personnel who might follow up.
The others went to clear the houses; the cook quickly ran towards the ammunition depot.
Smoke had already cleared out a lot.
There was nothing left of the houses.
All that was left was a crater surrounded by ssily scattered mud and debris.
"Song!"
The cook suddenly felt scared.
Losing Song Heping was sothing he couldn't accept.
"Song!"
He shouted loudly there.
Finally, he heard a voice coming through the smoke.
"I am here..."
"Song!"
The cook ran over quickly.
He finally saw Song Heping in the crater, half-buried by debris and dirt.
The cook threw his gun aside, dug through the dirt with both hands like he was digging for sweet potatoes, pulled Song Heping out, and hugged him tightly.
"Hahaha! You're not dead! Suka! Almost killed with laughter!"
"Fuck you..."
Song Heping struggled, grimacing in pain.
"It hurts… stop hugging..."
"Are you hurt?!"
The cook was startled, quickly released his arms, and began checking Song Heping.
"Right side, rib area…"
Song Heping gasped in pain.
"The wound is probably there."
The cook quickly took off his bulletproof vest, searching for the wound on the left side.
He found nothing...
Suddenly, he noticed a trickle of fresh blood seeping from the brim of Song Heping's Bunny hat and quickly lifted the hat, finding a wound in his hair. There were no foreign objects in the flesh, and the bones were fine, probably just a graze.
He inspected Song Heping's right-side ribs again.
Still no wound.
He breathed a sigh of relief, "Probably just a broken bone, a bit painful. We'll talk about it when we get back."
After speaking, he asked Song Heping, "Can you stand up?"
Song Heping tried and sat up, moving his hands and feet a bit.
Moving his right hand, there was a dull pain under the ribs.
It probably was as the cook had said, the bones had been injured.
He got up and took a step, then suddenly lost balance and awkwardly kneeled down.
This shocked the cook again.
"Are you alright!"
"I'm fine, just lost so balance, it'll recover in a while."
Song Heping sat on the ground, putting his bulletproof vest back on.
He looked up and saw Hunter and the others clearing each room, going in with a bang, coming out to switch magazines, and then entering another room for more banging.
"Move faster, not sure if they sent the ssage out after the attack. Even if not, the explosion was too intense, it might draw others."
While saying that, he frowned, "Next ti we drop bombs, we must make sure what kind of room it is, damn, almost went to et King Yama…"
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