In terms of the number of mortars, the military certainly had the advantage, with at most three or four mortars inside the estate, while the xican Marines outside had as many as twelve.
A rapid round of firing covered the area, launching sixty warheads that turned the area near the entrance into a sea of fire.
Since mortars are high-trajectory weapons, walls and obstacles couldn't block the shells at all.
Like raindrops, the falling shells mowed down the Sinoloa Group mbers at the front gate and hiding in the entrance garden, one swath after another.
Soon, Song Heping organized the artillery fire to extend and cover the center of the estate.
"Wilson, you can start the assault now!"
After saying that, Song Heping turned to a marine officer and said, "You're the acting platoon leader now, you're in charge of command here, follow my orders to load and fire!"
"Yes, sir!"
How could that marine officer dare to refuse?
The actions of Song Heping monts before had completely won them over.
Don't think this was just a simple series of commands.
As the saying goes, an expert knows the drill.
Artillery impact point corrections are usually calculated, but Song Heping issued correction commands directly based on experience, showing he was very familiar with the performance of mortars, able to estimate precise correction values as soon as the discrepancy numbers reach his ears.
Just this alone was enough to make these Marines call him 'boss' without any loss.
"Wilson!"
Song Heping quickly ran back to the armored vehicle and found Wilson.
"How's the situation?!"
"The enemies near the front courtyard garden have mostly been blown up, and our troops have already launched the attack."
Wilson pointed ahead.
Song Heping asked, "Are you going in?!"
"Of course."
"I'll go with you." Song Heping checked his equipnt—pistol, assault rifle, ammunition, hand grenades, shock bombs, etc.—everything was in readiness.
"Isn't it better for you to stay here?" said Wilson: "Actually, there's no need for you to risk your life with us."
"You guys?!"
Song Heping let out a scornful laugh.
"I really don't trust you guys. This ti my target is Balrot; the others don't interest . Only if I catch him do I consider the contract completed. Otherwise, how can I collect the final paynt?"
Wilson couldn't help saying, "You rcenaries really go for money over life."
Song Heping replied, "Are you implying that you special ops guys can't even compare to rcenaries? If any elite squad from my company were here, do you think I would risk my life going in there?"
With that, Song Heping, holding his gun, began to advance toward the main entrance along with the Marines.
Outside the manor gates, flas were everywhere.
The explosions from the mortar rounds had ignited the dry plants around, and near the gate, Song Heping felt like a suckling pig roasting on a spit.
The firefight was still going on ahead, but by the sound of the guns, it was the Watchers, the DEA team, and the xican Marines clearing out the stragglers, firing crisply with M4A1s and newly equipped HK416 assault rifles.
As he passed through the smoke, Song Heping held his breath to avoid inhaling the thick smoke and choking on it, an unpleasant experience.
The gate was gone.
The earlier suicide bomb attack had blown the gate away, leaving a large crater on the ground.
Not far away, an ornantal fish pond had also been blown apart, water gushing all over the place.
Mud, ashes of vegetation, and water mixed together, making the ground slippery and muddy, with the air filled with the sll of gunpowder, blood, and the essence of killing.
Song Heping felt sothing under his foot and was startled upon stepping on it.
Lifting his foot, he saw by the surrounding blazing light that these were two fingers...
"Fuck!"
Only then did he realize that there were plenty of these human "parts" scattered around.
It was unclear whether they were from the earlier suicide bombing vehicle or from the mortars fired by the Marines.
Entering through the gate, Song Heping leaned to the left, where a cluster of small trees that hadn't caught fire could serve as cover for him to leap forward.
Not far ahead, he saw figures moving, which he recognized as the Watchers.
Dozens of Marines had already poured into the commissioner's office, scattered throughout the front courtyard garden, each seeking cover, firing towards the buildings at the center of the estate.
"Why aren't you moving forward?!"
Song Heping questioned a Watcher team mber a few ters ahead.
The other party looked back, waved his hand, and then pointed toward a building in the distance.
That H-shaped building was where Song Heping had the barbecue with the drug lords before.
The barrage had only managed to explode a bit in front of the corridor, without destroying the building.
By now, the building had already lost power. Although Song Heping had AN/PVS-15 night vision goggles and could see the enemies hiding around the outside of the building, he couldn't see those inside.
He was just about to contact the xican Marines' mortar team through the channel, asking them to bombard the building. At least one round of coordinated mortar fire could break open the wooden rooftops and kill the enemies who were stubbornly resisting inside.
"Mortar team, calling mortar team, this is Song!"
He had just started calling when suddenly, a "tat-tat-tat" of machine gun fire ca from the front.
This muffled sound of machine gun fire made Song Heping's head buzz. Without thinking, he turned and plunged into the drainage ditch beside him.
Two streams of fire more than a ter long erupted from the windows in front of the building, two heavy machine guns with calibers definitely 12.7mm started singing a Grim Reaper duet from behind the window sills.
"Get down! Get down!"
The Watcher team mbers hiding in the forest started shouting.
Everyone imdiately lay down on the ground.
But so of the xican Marines were slow to react, hiding behind trees thinking they were safe.
They soon learned the terror of the heavy-caliber machine guns.
The bullets splashed like water against the trees, only three to four centiters thick, soon perforating them. Then, one by one, xican Marines who overestimated the bulletproof capability of the trees had their bulletproof vests pierced by the warheads, their bodies exploding—
Such a death was indeed miserable.
If it were just a close-distance penetration, it probably wouldn't cause such a large wound.
But piercing through a tree and then through a bulletproof vest into the body, the 12.7mm warhead would begin to fragnt and tumble, inflicting wounds like a blender had been inserted and vigorously stirred inside the body before being forcefully extracted...
The Marines hit by the bullets had their organs blown away, the gore on the scene was indescribable.
Song Heping lay in the drainage ditch, covered head to toe in mud and dirty water, but he felt an intense gratitude towards the ditch.
Tonight, this ditch had already saved his life twice.
If he knew who built it, Song Heping would really find this designer and give him a big red envelope.
This dude was truly a lifesaver.
Song Heping soon established contact with the xican Marins' mortar team.
He imdiately used the previous targeting data to have the mortar team conduct a test shot.
This ti, the targeting data provided by Song Heping was extrely accurate; the first shell landed right on the roof of the main building.
Boom—
Wood chips flew from the rooftop.
Pieces of shattered wood fell down under the eaves in front of the building.
It really was a wooden roof!
Song Heping knew that the locals liked wooden houses.
That's just right!
"Load incendiary shells! Fire control data remains the sa, fire five rounds simultaneously!"
Following Song Heping's command, he soon heard the faint whistling of mortar shells flying through the sky.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
The mortar shells hamred down on the roof like raindrops.
The incendiary shells didn't have many fragnts, their penetrative power was weak, and their killing radius wasn't large, but the incendiary material inside was no joke.
Just one volley of fire, and the entire main building was engulfed in flas. From a distance, it looked like an unfortunate person with their hair catching fire on top of their head.
"Song! Where are you!?" Wilson's inquiry ca through the headset.
"You're not dead yet? Wilson!" Song Heping laughed heartily while lying in the pool of muddy water: "After that machine gun strafe, I thought you were killed, didn't hear you talk in the channel."
"No ti to joke with you here. Where are you?" asked Wilson.
Song Heping said, "In the stinky ditch to the left after entering the main gate, damn, the water has a bit of a fishy sll, I think it's blood flowing in it..."
"Stop freaking complaining!" Wilson said: "When the fire is about burnt out, you lead them to attack from the left side, I'll lead the team in from the right."
"No ti left," said Song Heping. "Ask the Marines now if they have a loudspeaker, to shout and persuade them to surrender! They must be hiding in the rooms, tell them we have surrounded the place, and if they don't co out, they can wait to be burned alive! Rember, leave so alive!"
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