Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 453 - 399: Offense and Deadlock

Song Heping had just been pushed down, leaving the attack position in front of him vacant, which gave the enemy an opportunity to exploit.

Although the ard militants upstairs were firing blindly, and the staircase here was not too narrow, there still weren't many places to hide. A burst of bullets coming down would definitely result in injuries among the four people in the staircase.

Fortunately, Disaster Star reacted quickly. Although he hadn't taken position yet, his gun was already raised, firing a barrage at the gun sticking out from the staircase railing.

The fierce firepower of the PKM machine gun was once again effective.

Bullets hit the gun like splashing water, sending sparks flying everywhere.

A scream ca from upstairs, clearly indicating that the person holding the gun had been hit in the hand, the pain causing him to scream throughout the building.

Rock instructed Sari to guard Joyce while he himself crouched down and ran to the second-floor stairway, seeing a few of Batchai's n crowded there, too scared to attack or show their heads, he shouted angrily, "Hand Grenade! Throw grenades down!"

After speaking, he led by example, pulling out a grenade, pulling the pin, and throwing it down.

After all, he was an experienced Seal, unflustered by sudden developnts.

In fact, the people on the second floor had the geographical advantage.

Overall, Song Heping's two attack teams were simply playing a desperate ga.

If the people inside the building remained slightly calm, they wouldn't be able to breach it at all.

But Song Heping's attack plan was very appropriate.

If you have few n, rely on speed against slowness.

Don't give the enemy any ti to react.

Start with machine guns and rocket launchers, call on whatever firepower you have, kill one counts as one, leaving the enemy confused from the start, until they are dead without even knowing what happened.

However, this tactic posed significant risks against seasoned combatants.

Clearly, the two Seal Team mbers played a pivotal role among the ard militants.

Stirred by Rock's shout, everyone quickly reacted, grabbing grenades and throwing them downward.

In the dark, Song Heping had just wiped the blood off his night vision goggles when he heard sothing fall at his feet.

"Hand Grenade!"

Just from the sound, he could tell what it was.

The few who had climbed seven or eight steps had their hair stand on end, and without thinking, they imdiately ran downstairs, almost rolling and crawling to the first floor, in utter disarray.

Boom—

Boom—

Boom—

Several grenades exploded on the staircase, blowing off many of the tiles, and the shockwave stirred up dust that filled the hall on the first floor.

"Bastards, go to hell!"

Disaster Star, almost losing his life on the staircase, infuriated, raised his PKM machine gun and blasted the corner of the second-floor staircase, sending chunks of plaster flying.

"I'll cover you, charge!"

He shouted while firing.

This was not the mont to hesitate; if they hesitated now, there might be no chance later.

Grey Wolf clenched his teeth and, holding his gun, charged up the stairs again.

Seeing this, Song Heping hurriedly followed, covering Grey Wolf from behind.

The staircase had turned into a complete ss.

Disaster Star's machine-gun rounds pinging at the corner of the second floor, with so bullets sparking off the railing and tal railings.

Sweat dotted the foreheads of Song Heping and Grey Wolf.

Because this charge was extrely dangerous.

Bullets could ricochet in such confined spaces, and those ricochets could be lethal.

Even though they were wearing bulletproof vests and helts, it wasn't completely safe.

When they moved again to the corner from the first floor to the second, Disaster Star had to cease firing.

If he continued, he might really hurt Grey Wolf and Song Heping.

After Disaster Star stopped firing, the staircase fell back into a terrifying silence.

Dust and gun smoke hadn't yet dispersed.

Song Heping felt that every step he took brought him closer to death.

He had to constantly watch above, ready to shoot at any sign of the enemy at the shortest notice, aiming to kill in the least possible ti.

Rustle—

When he was less than a ter from the corner, Song Heping heard a faint sound above.

It was the sound of shoes on concrete and tile fragnts!

"Be careful!"

Before the words hit the ground, two black figures suddenly darted out, appearing like ghosts in their line of sight.

They were rely less than five ters apart upon encountering each other!

Bang bang bang—

Bang bang bang—

Bang bang bang—

The stairwell was again ablaze with gunfire.

Everyone raised their guns and fired almost simultaneously.

The gunfire sounded like popping beans, deafening.

"Suka!"

Grey Wolf suddenly cursed, his body swayed, and he sat down on the ground.

The two people upstairs had also been shot down.

But Song Heping saw more guns extending from the walls on both sides of the corridor, blindly sweeping the staircase.

Song Heping could not continue charging forward. He imdiately held his gun with one hand, fired with the other, and dragged Grey Wolf downward.

They were quickly forced back to the first floor.

Song Heping dragged Grey Wolf to a safe place and crouched down to ask, "Grey Wolf, were you shot?"

Grey Wolf leaned against the wall, trying to move his body. Suddenly, unbearable severe pain passed from the lower right side of his abdon, nearly causing him to pass out from the pain.

"Here..."

He pointed to his abdon.

"Seems like I've been shot twice."

Although everyone was wearing bulletproof vests, being hit at close range was still painful, and if hit on the edge of a ballistic plate, unluckily, it could even cause fractures.

"Reload!"

Disaster Star, tasked with covering, suddenly shouted.

The gunfire had just weakened sowhat when the pressure from upstairs surged like a tide.

Several militants under Rock's command began to counterattack, attempting to rush downstairs to kill Song Heping and his team.

Song Heping said to Grey Wolf, "Hold on."

After finishing, he turned and pressed against the corner of the wall, raising his gun to spray bullets at the ard militants on the stairs.

With Song Heping's cover, the militants' offensive was imdiately hindered, and the three who had rushed to the front were riddled with bullets; their bodies rolled down the stairs, landing directly on the ground floor.

One of them, lying on the stairs, struggled to get up and escape, but Song Heping gave him a burst of bullets.

The bullets hit his lower back, and the man stumbled and fell again.

Song Heping fired a second ti, this ti aiming for the head.

The militant's head burst open in a spray of blood, and he lay on the stairs, never to rise again.

Clang clang—

The sound of a hand grenade rolling down the stairs echoed once more.

"Damn it!"

Song Heping could only shrink back behind the corner for cover.

"Grenade!"

Boom—

Boom—

He had just ducked behind the corner when two explosions occurred behind him.

The narrow stairway was illuminated red with fire, and the debris from the explosions — wood splinters, chunks of cent, and pieces of corpses — flew everywhere.

The stairs leading to the second floor were covered with bodies, the tiles on the floor were shattered, and the walls were splattered with blood and flesh, resembling the steps to the gates of hell.

In this round of combat, neither side made any progress; neither could eliminate the other.

The situation once again resulted in a standoff.

Song Heping returned to Grey Wolf's side. The man had already torn open his bulletproof vest and was searching for wounds.

Song Heping could only turn on a small flashlight and searched Grey Wolf's abdon for a while, finally finding a wound near the hip bone on the right side, where blood was oozing.

He was startled.

If the bullet had entered there and damaged the organs, Grey Wolf would have lost a significant portion of his combat effectiveness.

Moreover, for an attack team of only four people, losing one person ant losing 25% of their combat capability.

The consequences were terrifying.

Song Heping checked behind the bullet's entry point but couldn't find any exit wound, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

If the bullet had not gone through, aning it stayed in the body, it could cause more blood loss. Movent and shifting positions would all carry risks.

He pressed near the wound, and Grey Wolf sucked in a cold breath sharply.

Finding a hard object in the muscle near the wound, he touched it lightly, and Grey Wolf cried out in pain.

"Easy! Suka!"

He grimaced in agony, yet Song Heping felt a heavy burden lifted.

"The bullet is lodged in the muscle. I don't have ti to remove it now. I'll bandage you up and give you a shot of painkiller. We'll deal with the wound back at base."

"No! Just bandage it up, that's enough. I don't need a painkiller!"

Grey Wolf seed to have so aversion to the painkiller.

Song Heping thought for a mont and then didn't insist further; he quickly treated the wound temporarily, bandaged it, and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Hang in there!"

"No problem!" Grey Wolf re-fastened his bulletproof vest and actually laughed, "Heh, a scratch like this is just a mosquito bite! Let's do this!"

Just then, Hunter's voice ca through the channel.

"Boss, they're all moving to the second floor. I took down two, but I couldn't kill them all."

"I understand."

"Boss, ti is running out, only twenty-five minutes left. Keep an eye on the ti!"

Upon Hunter's reminder, Song Heping looked at his watch.

Indeed, fifteen minutes had passed since the attack began.

According to the original plan, they should have moved up to the second floor by now and started searching and clearing rooms.

But he hadn't anticipated the arrival of two Seals...

Damn, man plans and God laughs.

"I understand."

He finished speaking and glanced towards the stairwell.

It was empty.

However, Song Heping knew there were definitely several people watching the corner above the stairs, ready to throw grenades and shoot to block if his few n attempted to move up.

This situation was not conducive to a frontal attack.

If they considered climbing up from the back, that wouldn't be possible either.

Hitting hard while the opposition hadn't reacted initially had given them a slim chance, but now that the enemy was prepared, it was likely that every key position in the small red building was covered, making an effective stealth attack no longer feasible.

His aggressive tactics seed to have backfired.

This was the first ti Song Heping felt that his tactics were not as clever as he had thought.

Thinking about this and the ti, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Of course, he could choose to retreat.

It was still possible to withdraw now.

However, if the people here were not cleared, once they retreated, they would cling like chewing gum, and once they coordinated with subsequent reinforcent forces, it would still be difficult for the assault team to escape.

Tough...

"Boss, what do we do?!"

White Bear, standing opposite, seed to have also noticed Song Heping's hesitation.

"If not, let's pull out!"

Withdraw?

This idea flashed through Song Heping's mind.

"No! We must achieve our objective!"

Suddenly Song Heping's tone hardened.

"Under these circumstances, how can we succeed?!" White Bear was getting anxious. There were still at least a dozen bodyguards and two Seals upstairs.

Indeed, they were tough opponents.

Song Heping suddenly looked up, his gaze falling on the ceiling.