Song Heping and Willie each threw a shock bomb and a hand grenade.
Although these devices are not as effective in open areas as they are indoors.
But if thrown close enough, they still play a significant role.
Although the dazed Damir did not faint, temporary blindness was inevitable.
He raised the gun in his hand carelessly over the mound, and made a rough estimate while shooting towards Song Heping's position.
The bullets were completely inaccurate.
But fortunately, there were many people.
After all, there are still eleven people in the combat team.
Even the bullets fired from these old AK series assault rifles could still form a barrage, blocking the opponent's advance.
He sprayed bullets wildly for a while.
Suddenly, Damir realized sothing was wrong and shouted, "Stop firing! Stop firing!"
The gunfire gradually died down.
The front was quiet.
Moonlight filtered through the treetops and fell on the ground, creating an eerie silver color.
Damir cautiously peeked out from behind the mound.
He did not see any figures appearing from the opposite side.
Tatatatatatatata—
Suddenly, less than fifty ters away from them, a cluster of fire erupted behind a tree.
Mud splattered on the mound, covering Damir's head and face.
Several bullets hit the spot where he had just peeked.
Damir broke out in a cold sweat.
Lucky for him, being seasoned, he only peeked quickly and then retracted.
A few seconds later, and he might have had at least two peanuts in his head.
This made him extrely anxious inside.
After all, the opponent's reaction was so fast and their shooting was so precise, it was terrifying.
Their group of more than ten people might not be sufficient.
He suddenly felt an urge to retreat and thought that escaping sooner would be better.
Escaping would be safer.
If they escaped, they could still wait for reinforcents.
By now, Damir regretted the decision he made in the heat of the mont, believing that with more n they could eliminate the opposition.
Now he knew that, with such a stark difference in equipnt and tactical training, his small group truly fell short.
To eliminate the two on the other side, it seed they needed dozens more n.
But how to run at this mont?
Just a re glance had almost turned his brain into mashed tomatoes.
Standing up and running could result in an unknown number of bullet holes in his back.
"Aduman, Ades, suppress them! Cover us while we pull back!"
He issued orders to his two most loyal subordinates.
The loyalty among the mbers of the Ata Organization was still quite high.
There's a saying that, on modern-day Blue Star, armies or ard organizations where officers share the sa quarters and receive the sa treatnt as soldiers are forces to be reckoned with.
Although Ata has now degenerated into an ard organization, they provide better treatnt for officers and soldiers than the US Army does.
If we disregard advanced military equipnt, in a head-to-head match under the sa conditions, the US Army might not necessarily be a match for Ata soldiers.
Aduman and Ades imdiately opened fire recklessly towards the place where they had seen the muzzle flash.
They were very smart, firing a few shots each ti before switching locations.
They moved from tree to tree and mound to mound, making sure not to stay too long in one spot.
Such soldierly discipline and experience were gained through years of combat.
Seizing the opportunity provided by his two loyal subordinates firing recklessly to cover him, Damir shouted to the others: "Retreat through the woodland up the mountain!"
It was unwise to go downhill.
The woodland is the best cover for infantry.
Damir was not foolish.
He chose to flee through the mountain.
This is what the Ata warriors are best at.
They have long relied on mountainous terrain as their base to confront the US Army, forming their own set of experiences.
Running on the road is equivalent to delivering oneself to death.
Only the woods are the best friend of guerrilla fighters.
The remaining nine people, together with Damir and Curtis, began to fall back.
Willie wanted to fire and prevent their escape, but was suppressed by the reckless shooting of Aduman and Ades.
"Song! Where are you now!?"
He searched for Song Heping on the channel.
Just earlier, Song Heping said to him, "You are in charge of drawing fire here," and then disappeared into the woods.
Before he left, he even removed his tactical backpack and the M24 sniper rifle, only wearing basic gear and carrying an HK416, evidently intending on a quick maneuver.
This tactic was not bad.
But Willie thought it was very risky.
It's not impossible to infiltrate behind the enemy lines alone, but even if one soldier infiltrates for a sneak attack, they would still have to face great risks.
Since there were at least ten enemies.
Once the rear is attacked, imdiately turn the gun and attack frantically; it's hard for one person to hold on.
Just like myself now.
Two Ata soldiers are enough to pin down, making unable to move.
Don't be fooled by the poor quality of their weapons and their lack of formal military training.
The experience accumulated from years of war is not to be underestimated.
Two Ata warriors working together to fire at actually prevented from being able to do anything against them for a mont.
"Hold on!"
In the communications channel, Song Heping uttered just a short phrase.
From his breathing, it was evident that he was running fast.
Willie could only brace himself.
He pulled out a hand grenade, roughly estimated the positions of Aduman and Ades by the sound of gunfire, pulled the pin, and threw it with force.
Throwing a hand grenade in the woods is a very dangerous thing.
Especially at night.
Without rich experience and excellent accuracy, it's easy to accidentally hit a tree and bounce it back, possibly killing oneself.
So only experts dare to throw grenades in the jungle.
The hand grenade passed through the gaps between trees, but it was slightly obstructed by a small tree, rolled to the side, and failed to achieve the intended effect.
Boom——
The explosion kicked up dust.
Although it didn't achieve the expected effect.
It still gave Aduman and Ades a shock, and their gunfire hesitated.
Seizing this opportunity.
Willie quickly changed positions; his original location was already compromised and easily suppressed.
After settling into a new position, he stealthily peeked out from behind a tree and indeed made a discovery.
Because of the change in position, the angle was different.
From his new position, he could actually see Aduman's foot sticking out from behind a tree!
This was a golden opportunity.
Willie imdiately started firing at Aduman's leg.
Tat Tat Tat——
After a burst.
Aduman scread in pain, swayed, and fell to his knees.
In that instant, a fatal flaw was exposed.
The outco was decided in a flash.
For a veteran special soldier like Willie, who has spent years training in rapid-fire attacks with assault rifles, the ti was sufficient.
He saw half of Aduman's body, including his head.
The stable and accurate trajectory of the HK416 made it easy for Willie to lodge three warheads into his body.
Aduman, with three different parts hit including his head, had almost no chance of survival and fell to the ground as blood began to seep out, his body twitched a few tis before he stopped breathing.
"Aduman!"
Seeing this, Ades roared in grief, akin to the howl of an injured wolf.
"I'm going to kill you! Die!"
Unable to bear watching his close comrade being killed, he made a crucial mistake, rushing out from behind the tree with his AK assault rifle, shooting and cursing the enemy hidden in the darkness with the most vicious language in the world.
Soon, the bullets in the assault rifle's magazine were emptied, and the bolt was locked back indicating an empty chamber.
Ades quickly unloads the magazine and reloaded with a flip attachnt.
Having frequently engaged in real combat, he used dual-bound magazines with tape for quick reloading, which didn't require withdrawing a fresh magazine from the belt during combat, minimizing ti and maintaining combat sustainability.
Usually, it took him just three seconds to reload.
That timing was considered very fast.
But at this mont, those three seconds were deadly.
Tat Tat Tat——
Willie had anticipated this outco when Ades lost control.
A soldier who isn't calm on the battlefield will have a lifespan as short as the ti it takes to empty a magazine.
Several flowers of blood burst from Ades's body as he staggered backward.
Looking down at his chest, he saw several bullet holes gushing blood.
This was a gory sensation.
Actually, one doesn't imdiately feel pain the mont they are shot.
The nerves around the bullet hole are instantaneously severed, it takes so ti for the pain to reach the brain.
So Ades had not yet felt pain, only that the life inside him was largely drawn out by the bullets that had just passed.
He subconsciously tried to lift his AK assault rifle but found himself completely drained of strength.
Willie's follow-up shot ca quickly.
A qualified special soldier won't allow an injured opponent any chance to raise their gun.
Unless he intends to capture him alive.
Tat Tat Tat——
Three more warheads pierced through Ades's body.
This ti, he couldn't hold on any longer, falling hard to the ground like a felled pole.
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