A few car lights appeared on the distant mountain road.
The jerky movents of the lights indicated the poor road conditions.
The mountain area here has always been destitute.
A forgotten corner.
"Quite a few people..."
Willie, who was conducting long-range observation of the convoy with an Observation Mirror, felt goosebumps all over at this mont.
Through the lens, there are five vehicles.
Three of them are cars, one is a truck.
This ans there is at least a guard force of twenty to thirty people.
And there are only two of us here.
Even with the harshest military training, two people against dozens, especially on the enemy's ho ground, the odds of winning were pitifully low.
He suddenly felt he had been reckless today.
Song Heping had asked him earlier if he was willing to take a risk.
He did not even think and just said let's do it.
A qualified Special Forces officer should be able to assess the risks of an operation.
And he actually agreed to this guy!
Totally insane!
He should have anticipated this kind of situation.
When the fight is about to start, all the conditions for the action will jump out one by one from his mind.
It is only now that Willie realizes what a crazy decision he has made!
He looked at Song Heping beside him, who seed very calm, as if he wasn't affected at all by the number of the opponents.
"Do your job as an observer well."
Song Heping only said one sentence.
Willie had no choice but to pick up the Observation Mirror again.
"Distance 850 yards..."
"800 yards..."
"Be aware that the first and last vehicles are mounted with machine guns..."
"600 yards..."
Song Heping could clearly see the vehicles through the Leupold Mark 4 type 3.5x-10x variable power tactical scope, and he could faintly make out the drivers and co-drivers in the cabins.
He had to wait for the vehicles to reach a suitable firing point to shoot.
When attacking a convoy, the primary goal is to bring the convoy to a halt.
General Army training instructs soldiers to charge through imdiately if they co under attack while on the move, breaking through the attack zone which corresponds to disrupting the enemy's tactical deploynt, and only then will they have a chance of survival.
So, for the attacking side.
Making the convoy stop is the first priority.
Here is a mountain road, one side is the mountain, the other is a slope.
If the first shot hits the lead vehicle's driver, it is very likely that after his death the vehicle will lose control and flip down the slope.
Under such circumstances, the second vehicle would floor the gas pedal and crash wildly.
The best case scenario is to have the lead opponent's vehicle shot, rendering it powerless across the road, preventing the following vehicles from advancing.
The mountain road is narrow; as long as the vehicles are blocked, the rest will be trapped on the road.
By then, Song Heping would have the opportunity to identify which vehicle Curtis is in, and then find a chance to take him out.
He has already found a suitable attack point, which is a curve. When the vehicles get there, they will make a left turn, and the left side is a mountain.
Shooting the driver at this ti would make the car hit the mountain due to the inertia of the steering wheel turning left, preventing it from rolling down the slope.
Song Heping has no concerns about the performance of this gun.
According to the US Army field manual, the M24 sniper rifle at a distance of 550 ters, the maximum dispersion of 10 rounds fired is 12 inches.
And the rounds currently in the magazine are 7.62 x 51mm MK316 MOD 0 Special, using SMK 175 HPBT boat-tail warheads.
This item is specially made, customized by ISA, using Federal match-grade brass, Gold dal match-grade prirs, and a type of extruded propellant that is not publicly disclosed.
The average maximum dispersion radius of these rounds at a 600-yard range will not exceed 1.1 MOA.
This precision is very good, which is why this gun is favored by Special Forces mbers.
"500 yards..."
As Willie reported this distance, the convoy just reached the bend, and the lead vehicle's driver began to turn the steering wheel...
Bang—
Seizing the opportunity, Song Heping pulled the trigger as the lead vehicle had just rounded the corner.
The warhead left the barrel at over seven hundred ters per second.
Even with a 500-ter travel distance, the average speed could still maintain over 500 ters per second.
Crack—
A bullet hole appeared in the windshield in front of the driver, and then this unlucky guy slamd backward violently.
The warhead had passed through his skull, carrying his body along as it crashed into the seat.
The passenger beside him was still chatting with the driver a second ago, and in the next second, his head was covered with the driver's brain matter.
He didn't even have ti to react, not knowing what happened, when the pickup truck slamd head-on into the mountain and ca to a stop with a clang.
The driver's foot was still on the gas pedal, stuck there.
The engine was roaring crazily, the tires constantly spinning, soon grinding up blue smoke on the ground, and the acrid sll perated the entire mountain road.
The vehicles behind didn't even know what had happened, each trying to figure out where the bullets had co from.
anwhile, the sniper position Song Heping chose happened to be on one side of a hillside that wasn't transparent, facing another mountain.
The sound waves generated by the shooting would bounce back and forth in the valley. When it reached the convoy half a kiloter away, everyone was unsure of the exact location of the gunfire.
People began to jump out of the vehicles seeking cover.
Others started to shout loudly, urging the vehicles ahead to rush forward.
But the plight of the pickup driver in the second position was unspeakable.
It wasn't that he didn't want to rush forward.
But he couldn't.
Boom—
The second shot rang out.
The machine gunner on the last vehicle was hit, tumbling over and falling under the truck.
The reason Song Heping didn't shoot the machine gunner on the first vehicle was that he believed the guy wouldn't last long on that smoking pickup.
As expected, the lead vehicle soon emitted thick smoke after its tires spun wildly and its engine revved at full throttle. Suddenly, flas burst from underneath the car and quickly engulfed it.
The passengers inside didn't care about the sniper nearby, all flung open the doors to escape the vehicle that could burst into flas at any mont, including the machine gunner in the truck bed who dropped his heavy machine gun and hurriedly fled.
Song Heping leisurely loaded the third bullet.
After all, at a distance of 500 ters, without night vision goggles, the enemy was rely a sitting duck.
To locate the two of us, they'd have to disembark and hide in the woods before starting a search.
But that was exactly what Song Heping wanted them to do.
He wanted everyone to get out of their vehicles.
Because Curtis was in one of the cars.
Currently, it was unknown which one he was in.
As long as everyone got out, he would inevitably show himself.
And that would be his end.
Boom—
The third shot.
This bullet was for the brave soul trying to regain control of the heavy machine gun.
Now, anyone daring to operate that machine gun would receive a one-way ticket from Song Heping.
The only real threat to him in the convoy was the two heavy machine guns.
Therefore, targeting the machine gunners was a priority.
"Have you seen Curtis?"
Song Heping had just emptied a magazine and loaded a new one.
"Not yet..."
Willie was sweating bullets.
He truly hadn't seen him.
Even though his Observation Mirror had a very wide field of view and high magnification, allowing for a clear view.
Still, he hadn't seen Curtis disembark.
"Damn it! That leader is too cunning!"
Willie realized that the leader of the convoy was definitely no fool.
A regular leader would panic and lead people to disembark for cover.
That would give Song Heping an opportunity.
But this guy didn't do that.
He had his n continue firing back while starting to scatter into the mountains.
And he, along with Curtis, remained hidden in one of the vehicles, adamantly refusing to get out.
He must be aware of the terror posed by the sniper outside.
This was their territory.
With a simple call, many more ard militants would co to reinforce.
If they could just survive this onslaught, they would have a chance.
"Then force them out of the cars."
Song Heping imdiately changed ammunition.
On his tactical vest were two magazines filled with tracer rounds.
These were specialized rounds that could ignite fuel if they hit a leaking gas tank and the opponent's vehicle was gasoline-powered.
If the enemy refused to get out, then he would force them out.
On the mountain road, many of the Alta militants had already left the vehicles.
At least a dozen had climbed up the nearby mountain, likely to search for the whereabouts of Song Heping and his partner.
With so many gunshots, although they couldn't determine Song Heping's exact position, they could guess the general direction. Following it, they would find the sniper.
Therefore, Song Heping was also racing against ti.
Otherwise, he'd have to face an ultimate showdown with these twenty or thirty n in the mountains.
Boom—
Song Heping hit the gas tank of a pickup in the middle.
Trucks generally run on diesel, cars on gasoline.
Song Heping was betting that the pickup was gasoline-powered.
Sure enough, after being struck by two tracer rounds, the middle pickup erupted into fierce flas in a whoosh.
With the front vehicle already ablaze, now two vehicles within the convoy were on fire.
"Curtis is in the third pickup! He's getting out!"
Willie suddenly whispered.
"I see him!"
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