Song Heping had to admit that there were capable people in the Civilian Military Force as well.
At least these two Vanguard looked very qualified.
Even though they had already tested the waters before, on returning here, they were still very careful and cautious.
Logically, after coming back, there were enough signs to show that there was no ambush, and the possibility of an ambush was very small.
But they were even more cautious, when they reached the three-way junction, they opened fire towards the slopes on both sides of the mountain road. So bullets even really hit a place just a few ters away from where the Gray Wolf Team was hiding, shattering the rocks on the ground and splashing up the soil, which was quite frightening.
Of course, everyone was an old fox, none was dumber than the others.
The aimless shooting didn't serve any purpose to frighten anyone.
The Vanguards probed for a long ti, and it was still quiet all around with no response.
This ti, they finally let their guard down, spread out their formation, and led the way on the mountain road heading north.
The few kept a distance of about a hundred ters from the main force; their role was to be cannon fodder.
There was nothing embarrassing to admit about that.
But they did not know that on the slopes on both sides of the mountain road, five ghostly figures were lurking in the dark, coldly watching them, waiting for them to make a mistake...
anwhile, behind them, the main force alighted from their vehicles, assembled, and ford two columns, following the Vanguards at a distance and continuously moving forward.
Eventually, the troops slowly entered the ambush circle.
As they got closer, their uniforms and appearances beca gradually clearer in the Night Vision Goggles.
Pure Southeast Asian faces, a bit like the people from the southern parts of China, small but robust in stature, with a variety of weapons ranging from M16s to their own homade Chinese firearms. They wore old jungle foliage camo uniforms, many of them wearing tactical vests stuffed with magazines and hand grenades, neatly equipped, not looking like ragtag guerrillas but rather displaying a sense of tactical awareness, giving off a feel of seasoned training.
These soldiers were no ordinary mbers of drug trafficking ard groups. They had definitely received military training, were veteran elite soldiers, and living in the Golden Triangle area, each one was battle-hardened, unflinching at the prospect of taking a life.
Soon, the Vanguards had passed the three-way junction and entered the main road going north, and their pace began to quicken.
The officer in charge of leading the team had started to urge them on, perhaps not satisfied with their speed, needing to speed up to pursue the enemy.
And they were getting close to the ambush area, which was the minefield.
The Vanguard walking at the very front had been nervous the whole ti.
Although it had been very quiet all around, with crickets chirping as if nothing was amiss, he still had an intense intuition that soone was watching them from the shadows.
An intuition without reason.
Intuition doesn't need evidence.
This was the feedback of the Grim Reaper to a soldier who had climbed back from the brink of death countless tis, crawled out from among the dead.
He trusted his intuition, this animal-like sharp intuition that had saved his life and the lives of his unit more than once.
He subconsciously paused his steps, but after hesitating for less than two seconds, his comrades behind him asked what was wrong.
"What's up?!"
The Vanguard hesitated, wanting to ntion his bad feeling.
But before he could speak, the officer behind him had already impatiently urged them.
"What's the matter?! Why have you stopped?! Don't dawdle!"
The Vanguard thought it over and figured that if he ntioned his intuition, he would probably get yelled at. He could only shake his head and reply.
"Nothing, nothing!"
With that, he lifted his foot and continued walking forward.
But the gloom in his heart never dispersed.
How could this happen?
Bang!
A dull explosion interrupted his thoughts, sothing violently jerked at his foot, and he slled a strong scent of gunpowder through his nostrils.
He instinctively looked down at his foot under the view of the night vision goggles, the blood did not seem so glaring, only to see that the front part of his foot seed to be missing...
"Ah—mine! It hurts!"
Two seconds later, the intense pain finally arrived late, the piercing pain made his leg go weak, he let out a scream, then staggered and fell to the ground.
After falling, he saw clearly that half of his right forefoot was gone, bone and blood spurted from the wound, the visual impact coupled with the physical pain made him finally unable to help but wail loudly.
The two Vanguard soldiers behind him were shocked by the sight, quickly moved forward trying to help their colleague.
The Vanguard who stepped on the Butterfly Mine scread: "Don't co over!"
Ratatat!
Ratatat!
As the Vanguard scread wildly, Disaster Star pulled the trigger, a PKM machine gun firing a long burst, a shower of bullets pouring straight from the barrel!
At the sa ti, Song Heping fired a cloud burst rocket from the rocket launcher on his shoulder, which whooshed towards the direction of the main troops.
The battle finally broke out.
The two Vanguard soldiers were also very alert, instinctively dropping to the ground as White Bear pulled the trigger.
However, it was all too late.
Not a single bullet missed, all hitting the target.
The two unfortunate Vanguard soldiers hadn't figured out what had happened yet, their upper bodies had been turned into sieves.
The warheads cut open their chests, broke their ribs, shredded their insides, and finally, passed through their bodies into the soil.
One of the Vanguard was even unluckier, a bullet directly hit the right hip bone, the hard steel core bullet destroyed the hip bone, and also shattered part of the pelvis, leaving him on the ground unable to die quickly but in excruciating pain, his screams echoing throughout the mountain area.
The cloud burst bomb exploded over the heads of the militants, a white death blossom blood, followed by fiercely ignited flas, instantly sucking the oxygen out of the area…
At least ten militants were affected, instantly becoming tumbling gourds.
If it wasn't for their sensible formation, probably more would have died.
Gray Wolf Team was not idle either, they had already agreed, as soon as the enemy triggered a mine, it would be considered the start of combat.
He didn't wait for the explosion's flas to die down, imdiately activated the directional bomb.
Bang—
Bang—
With two dull explosions, over a thousand steel balls were shot at a seventy-degree fan-shaped area ahead!
Another twenty or more soldiers fell.
The search teams were thrown into disarray, they were completely confused by the sudden firepower and couldn't imdiately react to what direction the attack had co from.
But the sniper on the opposite hilltop saw everything clearly, a long rifle barrel peeked out from between the branches, quickly aiming at Song Heping.
Just now, Song Heping had launched a rocket, the dazzling flare attracting the sniper's attention.
He slowly aid at the position where Song Heping had fired from, his finger rested on the trigger, the crosshairs in the scope slowly steadied, gradually entering the firing state...
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