Sotis this kind of problem arises on the battlefield.
Both sides are skilled, and then they start shooting at each other.
They find that the other is very well hidden, and also very prompt in changing positions.
This leads to a rather boring phenonon—shooting for a long ti without hitting anyone.
Usually, in this situation, it's as if there's a sudden power outage, and suddenly everyone stops shooting and pauses.
After all, there's only so much ammunition each soldier can carry.
Shooting wildly, in the end, will only waste ammunition.
Savvy veterans, once they realize that the attack is futile, imdiately control the hot blood rushing to their brain and cool themselves down a bit.
Song Heping was still squatting behind the truck.
He knew that he was now trapped as well.
There was no way out.
As soon as he exposed himself, there would definitely be bullets raining down on him like raindrops.
At least two guns from Seal Team would be aid in his direction, blocking both sides of this row of trucks. Any attempt to rush out from either end would spell death.
The mountain road was already strewn with corpses, with very few surviving ard personnel left. In the distance, a few who had not died yet were wailing.
Not a single one could stand up; the whole mountain path was littered with bodies, and the air was filled with a pungent sll of blood.
At this mont, Song Heping suddenly noticed the truck beside him.
He looked carefully at these trucks.
He found that they were all old-style military trucks which, although from a bygone era, had been reinforced.
In other words, they were a bit more resistant to damage than ordinary cargo trucks.
Trucks...
An idea flashed through his mind.
In critical monts, Song Heping always ca up with life-saving ideas.
This was part of his combat ability.
He carefully touched his way to the side of a truck, and just as carefully pulled open the door.
Each movent was gentle, trying not to make any noise.
He had already thought it through.
Weren't these trucks natural covers?
Seal Team was at the rear of the vehicle, to the south.
White Bear and his group were at the front of the vehicle, to the north.
Even if the Seal Team mbers concentrated fire on the trucks, it was impossible for them to shoot through the entire vehicle.
After all, there was a thick steel plate between the cargo compartnt and the driver's cabin, and the tailgate was also reinforced. The Civilian Military often relied on these trucks to transport soldiers to the frontlines. Sotis they would encounter ambushes on the road, and the reinforced cargo compartnt could serve as a cover to provide the soldiers inside with an opportunity to return fire.
If the cargo compartnt wasn't reinforced, it would be easily penetrated by assault rifles, and the people inside would beco live targets.
Presumably, they had learned from experience, which is why they had taken such asures.
"White Bear, I will drive the truck onto the dirt road on the left in a minute. Use my vehicle as cover to leave the ditch. Rember, evacuate as fast as you can."
"Hunter, Disaster Star, when my truck moves, they will definitely open fire. Take the opportunity to shoot at them and see if you can take a few down. Ti is not on our side right now. If I'm not mistaken, they must be waiting for reinforcents. We need to leave imdiately! After breaking away, implent the withdrawal plan imdiately as originally planned. Disaster Star and White Bear, take Grey Wolf with you. Hunter, you stay and cover our retreat with !"
"Okay!"
"No problem!"
A warmth suddenly filled the hearts of White Bear and the others.
They had indeed chosen the right leader.
Damn it!
When there's trouble, he's truly on top of things!
He never lets his brothers take the front line.
In tis of crisis, he's never flustered or cowardly.
Nothing more to say!
Song Heping climbed into the driver's cabin and saw keys in the ignition, imdiately feeling overjoyed.
"Lucky!"
He imdiately reached for the keys, trying to start the vehicle.
Upon turning them, he found there was no response.
Turning them again, still no response.
"Fuck!"
Sweat dripped from Song Heping onto the steering wheel.
He had just been saying how lucky he was.
What a load of crap!
The truck must have been damaged in the fight, caught in the middle of the crossfire from both sides, it had taken quite a few bullets, and who knew what had been hit.
Fixing the truck now wasn't realistic, so he had to switch to another one.
Song Heping didn't bother to complain anymore because complaining was useless.
If there's sothing to be done, do it. If there's a problem, deal with it.
Complaining only leads to bullets coming your way.
Those damned Seals are probably staring over here with greed in their eyes by now, just waiting for to make the slightest move so they can send to my death.
He got out of the car, switched to another, and climbed back into the driver's seat.
This ti, there were no keys in the driver's seat...
"Where are the keys?!"
Song Heping felt his whole body starting to burn with frustration.
"So unlucky!"
He was considering whether he should change to another vehicle.
Suddenly, he heard gunfire.
Da da da da da da—
From experience, he knew it was the sound of an M249 Light Machine Gun.
At the sound of gunfire, White Bear and Hunter also began to return fire.
But this ti everyone was much more cautious, firing a few bursts and then pausing.
Captain Harold was deliberately stalling for ti on his end.
White Bear was trying not to waste ammunition.
Da da da—
The cheerful sound of the M249 rang out again.
Song Heping saw from the rearview mirror that sparks were flying from the middle section of the vehicle.
"Damn bastards!"
He couldn't contain his anger.
Clearly, that position was the fuel tank.
He knew he had to drive off.
The Seal Team's machine gunner was shooting at the fuel tank.
Song Heping could clearly see that the fuel tank seed to be leaking oil.
Da da da—
Another string of bullets ca flying in.
This ti it was tracer rounds.
Song Heping broke out in a cold sweat.
The sneaky bastards, they're trying to set the car on fire!
Song Heping quickly surveyed the surroundings inside the driver's cabin and saw the toolbox in the middle. An idea struck him, and he hurriedly flipped the lid open.
"Thank God!"
Lying in the toolbox was a flat-head screwdriver.
He quickly grabbed it and then pried open the plastic under the steering wheel, yanking out the ignition switch below.
This had already taken up over ten seconds.
Through the headset, Hunter's alarm cried out, "Boss, your car is on fire!"
Song Heping glanced in the rearview mirror and indeed saw that the fuel tank had been ignited.
"I know."
He steadied himself, disconnected the ignition wires, and then touched them together.
Roar—
The roar of the engine started, and Song Heping felt as if he had just been dragged out of the water, his face not rely covered in sweat, but with waterfall-like torrents cascading down.
He tried to lower his profile as much as possible, hiding beneath the partition between the seat and the back of the van, and then he put the vehicle in second gear, slowly heading toward the location where White Bear was.
"Blow up that vehicle! Fast!"
Captain Harold had already seen through Song Heping's intentions.
"Use the rocket launcher to blow it to bits!"
In his furious shouts, team mber Lawson took an M72 rocket launcher from the backpack of the wounded Kevin, flipped off the safety, extended the aiming device, and then dashed out from behind a tree, targeting the truck and pulling the launch trigger.
Whoosh—
A huge tail fla burst out.
A rocket, trailing a fiery tail, lunged towards Song Heping's truck.
Almost at the sa instant, Hunter spotted Lawson from afar, saw the M72 launcher in his hands through the scope, and without a second thought, took a shot at Lawson.
"Ugh—"
Lawson was hit the mont he launched.
A slight tremble, the rocket left the chamber, and he fell with a muffled grunt.
The rocket had initially been aid at the panel between the driver's cabin and the cargo space, because hitting that spot and sending the jet stream through a layer of reinforced steel plate into the cabin was not a problem, considering the weapon could penetrate light armored personnel carriers, not to ntion this makeshift reinforced truck.
However, Lawson had exposed his entire body from behind the tree for a better view when firing, which resulted in him getting shot by Hunter.
This shot caused him to lose so of his accuracy, sending the rocket drilling into the rear panel of the vehicle instead.
Boom—
The rocket hit the rear panel, resulting in a violent explosion, and a fireball soared several ters high.
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