Song Heping slightly raised the muzzle of his gun, firing a short burst.
The Civilian Military soldier's head exploded like a waterlon smashed by a hamr.
However, this action imdiately drew the attention of Wu Tunqin and several other Civilian Military soldiers hiding behind the truck.
They shifted their focus from Disaster Star and his team to Song Heping, firing at Song Heping's truck from different angles.
The distance between the two parties was very close.
Just a few short ters.
At such a close distance, bullets that hit the truck clanged loudly, scattering sparks everywhere.
Faced with such intense firepower, Song Heping had no choice but to take cover.
While ducking behind the truck's tires, Song Heping quickly grabbed a hand grenade, pulled the pin, and rolled it under the truck towards where Wu Tunqin was hiding.
The ovular design of the hand grenades proved advantageous here.
Soon, there was chaotic shouting from that side like frogs exploding from their nest.
Then ca the explosion.
Boom—
Wu Tunqin and his n had almost no ti to react.
Song Heping's grenade-throwing technique was exceptionally skilled.
Calculating the distance and timing precisely, when to delay and when to throw.
A soldier trained specially, his mind worked like a precise machine, accurate to the second.
As the explosion occurred, Song Heping knelt in front of the tire, aid his rifle, keeping it trained on the vehicle where Wu Tunqin was located.
Indeed, from the direction of the vehicle's front, Wu Tunqin and a Civilian Military soldier scread as they dashed forward, trying to escape the blast.
But what t them was the barrel of Song Heping's gun.
Boom boom boom boom—
A burst of gunfire, and the two n imdiately fell to the ground, lifeless.
anwhile, Disaster Star and Hunter continued to suppress the Seal Team.
Captain Harold hadn't expected the enemy's counterattack capability to be so resilient.
Normally, once he had set up a trap to create a "surround and assist" situation, the enemy would usually be completely passive, simply allowing themselves to be slaughtered—either abandon their teammates to escape or co out and die.
He hadn't expected Song Heping to pull off such a desperate counterattack.
The audacity and military quality frightened Captain Harold.
"Andy, how are you doing!?"
"Damn it, I was nearly killed!"
The sniper Andy was swearing.
"He hit my gun! My gun is ruined!"
"It's good you're okay!"
Just as Harold had finished asking, from the other side ca a military term he dreaded hearing—
"Man down! Man down!"
This ant soone was injured and down…
"Who's down?!"
Harold felt a sense of foreboding.
It must have been his small squad caught in the sweep of a PKM machine gun, soone unfortunate enough to get hit.
The battlefield is like that.
No matter how experienced, sotis you can't beat a lucky bullet.
"It's Kevin! Kevin is shot!"
"Lawson, take care of him! The rest of you spread out, watch the right side, there's a lunatic by the trucks!"
The "lunatic" he referred to was, of course, Song Heping.
Anyone who dared to assault a sniper setup by the Seal Team with just a few signal burning sticks, if not a madman, what could he be?
"That guy is still hiding behind the truck, seems like he knocked out Wu Tunqin and his n!"
The machine gunner Houston yelled as he set up his machine gun and fired toward the direction of the trucks.
But of course, Song Heping wouldn't be foolish enough to let himself be seen.
Houston, in a fit of impotent rage, fired bullets that just hit the sides of the truck, creating nothing but so firework-like sparks without any effect.
"Switch to tracer rounds! Hit the truck's fuel tank!!"
Captain Harold was a cunning old devil and imdiately realized that Houston's use of regular steel bullets was completely ineffective against Song Heping.
If they switched to tracer rounds to fire at the fuel tank, they at least had a chance to ignite the fuel tank.
Machine gunners carry special drums.
These drums are loaded with tracer rounds interspersed among the regular ones every few shots, specifically for illuminating targets in battle.
As if awakened from a dream, Houston imdiately stopped firing and began changing to the tracer rounds drum.
Looking towards the left side of the three-way junction's dirt road, Harold saw that the bodies that had been lying on the ground were no longer visible.
White Bear had already dragged Grey Wolf away, but they hadn't gone far when the Seal Team mbers pinned them down in a roadside ditch, rendering them immobile.
To be truly safe, they had to leave the dirt road and go around a slope at the foot of the hill. Only then could they use the jungle to retreat north.
Harold and his subordinates were of course not fools; they wouldn't give White Bear this opportunity.
Previously, a mont of inattention had allowed Song Heping to draw their attention, directly injuring a team mber and damaging sniper Andy's rifle—an excellent situation had turned dire in an instant, to Harold's intense frustration.
Now, it was even less likely that they would allow White Bear to bring Grey Wolf to safety.
"Keep them pinned on the roadside. I've already called for reinforcents. Once they arrive, they won't be able to run,"
Before he had finished speaking, Disaster Star's machine gun bullets swept over like raindrops, forcing Harold to drop to the ground like a lizard, moving positions.
White Bear realized by then that he wasn't going to escape and could only set up his gun from the ditch, trading fire with the Seals who were hiding a couple of hundred ters away.
The situation beca a stalemate.
At this mont, Song Heping had just finished clearing a few Civilian Military scouts near the truck.
Wu Tunqin was not yet dead.
When he had fled, Song He fired a burst that penetrated his abdon, leaving him in agonizing pain.
Watching his n fall one by one, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared before him, quickly rounding the truck where he and his n were hiding.
"Just one man..."
He could hardly believe his eyes.
The next scene made his liver tremble with fear.
Two soldiers hiding behind another truck moved toward the rear to ambush Song Heping.
But to their surprise, Song Heping, having already changed his hiding spot, was squatting behind the wheels, gun ready as if he had anticipated their arrival.
As soon as they showed themselves, Song Heping executed two quick bursts, neatly dispatching the two self-proclaid clever soldiers who had attempted the ambush. His accuracy and reflexes were astonishing.
The first short burst hit the forehead of the soldier in front, blowing off his cranial cap and splattering blood on the face of the soldier behind him.
The second burst followed imdiately, striking the second soldier's jaw, shattering it completely. The bullets severed his trachea and snapped his cervical vertebrae, instantly killing him.
The ambush had no tactical effect, and the soldiers hiding near the truck were all killed.
Having eliminated everyone, Song Heping turned around and saw Wu Tunqin and another soldier still struggling on the ground.
Song Heping crept up quietly and aid at the struggling soldier, firing a bullet into his left ear. His brain burst out, and he died instantly.
At last, he approached Wu Tunqin.
Perhaps noticing the military rank on Wu Tunqin's shoulder, Song Heping asked, "Captain?"
Wu Tunqin tried to get a clear look at Song Heping's face.
But he couldn't.
Because Song Heping's face was covered with a camouflaged scarf, revealing only his sharp eyes.
Wu Tunqin didn't even know how to respond to the question.
He nodded subconsciously.
The mont he nodded, Song Heping's gun fired.
Pop—pop—
The reconnaissance company captain, Wu Tunqin, beca a corpse.
Song Heping found a safe spot, crouched down to listen for gunfire, and then looked in the direction where White Bear was located.
From there, he could see the muzzle flash from the PKM general-purpose machine gun that White Bear was firing.
"White Bear, what's going on? Are you trapped?"
"That's right! Boss, are you alright?"
"How's Grey Wolf?"
"Shot in the thigh, he lost a lot of blood, and he's a bit delirious. I've applied a tourniquet, it has temporarily stopped the bleeding."
Shot in the thigh.
Song Heping couldn't help but worry.
The thigh contains arteries, and the power of a sniper rifle is usually not small; if it hits an artery, it could be fatal.
Imdiate dical treatnt was necessary.
At this point, he hadn't the ti to contact Duke of Thunder to find out his exact location.
Looking at his watch.
It had been half an hour since he last contacted Duke of Thunder.
This ant that if White Bear and Disaster Star could get Grey Wolf out of here and head north for about an hour, they should be able to link up with Duke of Thunder and the 203 team mbers.
Now, getting them out was the best strategy.
Just as Song Heping was thinking about how to escape, the surroundings suddenly quieted down.
Yes.
The gunfire had stopped.
It was as if everyone had agreed on a truce.
It was eerily silent!
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