"Do you see it?"
Atop a mountain near the pass, Song Heping had already set up his M24 sniper rifle.
He had been lying here for a full hour already.
It was now three o'clock in the morning.
Midnight is when the human body is the most exhausted.
After a full hour had passed, he finally saw a bit of movent through the lens.
A few specks of red suddenly appeared in the night vision scope.
It was these specks of red that piqued his interest in a rock 400 ters away.
They as were the red spots produced by infrared radiation in the night vision device.
"That's a sniper, at the 10 o'clock position, halfway up the mountainside."
He whispered, locking the crosshair firmly onto the target.
But it was not ti to shoot, after all, he had only seen this one enemy so far.
There was no telling how many more there might be.
"Seen it."
Willie, following the direction Song Heping had indicated, searched with his reconnaissance device and indeed saw the enemy hidden on the mountainside.
The observation effect of his reconnaissance device was better than Song Heping's scope with night vision, becoming clearer after adjusting the focus.
"Truly a master."
After careful observation, Willie issued a warning.
"Right, that's just an outer sentry," Song Heping had to admit: "If he hadn't moved his body just now, I wouldn't have noticed him."
With that, he turned his eyes towards the endless darkness ahead.
Who knows how many more enemies were hiding there.
"The equipnt is also very good," Willie made another judgnt: "The ghillie suit on him is the most advanced; otherwise, it wouldn't be possible to have such a good isolation effect and fool our night vision equipnt."
Song Heping turned his head slightly to look at Willie: "What kind of tactical team do you think has this kind of gear?"
Willie was taken aback.
His lips moved.
He wanted to answer, but was reluctant to reply.
Because this further confird Song Heping's earlier guess that the enemy coming after them might not be ordinary military personnel.
Ordinary military personnel or Alta's pursuit troops, along with those border smugglers, couldn't possibly have such advanced equipnt.
Just the ghillie suit, with its outstanding isolation effect that can deceive infrared night vision in the dark, costs more than what an ordinary person could afford; even with money, you might not be able to buy it.
Therefore, it is very likely that these people are from the US Special Forces.
"What? Didn't expect it? It's likely your comrades."
Song Heping couldn't help but engage in taunting mode again.
"Don't overestimate the morals of your superiors, don't underestimate the despicability of politicians."
"Just wait..."
Willie no longer wanted to speak.
The two fell silent, as still as the rocks on the mountain.
The night remained dark, both parties hidden in the shadows.
It was now a test of endurance, like the ga where the first to blink loses.
On the mountains near the pass, radio waves were transmitted between points in four different positions.
"It's three o'clock..."
In the radio channel, suddenly, a team mber questioned.
"Boss, is the route we got wrong? Are they not going to take this road at all?"
"The route is correct."
The channel quickly broadcast a hoarse voice, with a perfectly authentic Arican accent.
"They reported their route; they shouldn't report it randomly. After all, after entering Afghanistan, they need a support team to et them back in Kandahar. If they give false positions and routes, it will affect the entire operation plan, which is against operational principles."
"But, we've been waiting here for four hours. They should have arrived more than an hour ago by their pace..."
"There might be so other situation... Just wait a bit longer."
The conversation ended, and silence once again engulfed the area near the pass.
A long-tailed shrike flew over, landing on a rock at the ambush point.
After looking around, it seed to sll the scent of slaughter in the air and felt the threat, hurriedly flapping its wings to flee this haunted place.
At four in the morning, although the sky was still very dark, dawn was approaching.
In that mysterious channel, the conversation resud.
"It seems there's been a problem."
"Yes, there seems to be a problem."
"Teams 2 and 3 are also set up in different nearby positions, forming a net, and they haven't found anything either."
"Did they grow wings and fly back?"
"Impossible, the people on the other side said they haven't returned."
"Sothing's wrong..."
"It's getting light, boss, it's not safe here after dawn."
The channel fell silent again.
The person referred to as "boss" seed to be contemplating the next move.
After all, he had not anticipated this outco.
The target had not appeared at all.
His three 9-man squads, positioned at different points, though they had received accurate intelligence on the route for the two-man team's withdrawal, the commander still took a safeguard and also stationed a unit in each of the other two most likely positions to intercept.
Now, all three units had co up empty.
It was about to dawn, yet not a single figure had been seen.
How strange!
A sense of ill-on rose in the Commander's heart.
"Calling all squads, respond if you hear this."
"Squad 2 received."
"Squad 3 received."
"There's been a change in the situation; we might be in trouble, or our target has encountered trouble. We can't just wait here any longer, we need to actively search on our way back. Starting now, along three routes I've estimated, each squad will take responsibility for one. Retrace our steps towards last night's firefight location. If they haven't left Ba Country, we should encounter them."
"Understood."
"Understood."
"Then let's move out. The squad that finds the target first must send out an alert, and the other squads should rush over to support as fast as possible. The search area isn't large, so it should be quick to close in. They can't escape, unless they've truly sprouted wings."
The conversation ended.
Song Heping had been keeping a watchful eye on that alert sentry.
His eyelids were heavy.
The intense physical exertion from last night, along with today's continuous marching and surveillance, had left him utterly exhausted.
After consuming several chocolate bars for a boost of energy, he managed to stay awake without falling asleep.
But around 4 a.m., he suddenly felt revitalized.
The human body is strange like that; it reminded him of the high-intensity forced marches back in unit 203, where the first ten kiloters felt uncomfortable but felt increasingly energized as he went on.
Just as he was about to yawn to refresh his spirits again, he suddenly saw in his scope the sentry he had been keeping tabs on move a bit; the infrared heat source appeared once more in the lens.
This ti, the sentry did not simply move a little before quickly returning to calmness; instead, he stood up entirely.
Suddenly, a luminous human figure appeared in the night vision, imdiately alerting Song Heping.
Song Heping said, "The sentry has moved; they're pulling out!"
Willie said, "Just as you expected, in the end, they didn't have the patience to wait for daylight."
"Waiting for daylight wouldn't help. We're in control. When we spot them, we'd have already started the ga with a strong hand," Song Heping said, "Now let's see who they really are, how many there are, and decide how to deal with them."
"Hmm, I'm also quite interested in knowing which Special Forces need to be sent to kill an ISA high-ranking operative, whether it's Delta or Team Six."
Song Heping's scope began to slowly move, scanning the area ahead.
He was in no rush to lock onto the sentry.
After all, one shouldn't fire recklessly before understanding the situation of the opponent.
Five minutes later, more and more infrared heat sources appeared in the scope.
"1..."
"2..."
"3..."
"4..."
...
He counted up to 9.
Nine enemies.
"It's a dium-sized tactical squad," Willie said. "They seem to think highly of us, sending nine top Special Soldiers to kill us."
"Willie, what would you do if it really were your superiors trying to kill you?"
Song Heping had never asked Willie this question.
If it was so, and he took these people down,
What would be the outco?
The question was obviously difficult, and Willie felt his thoughts becoming chaotic.
"Don't get distracted now. Survival cos first; I haven't thought about that yet," Willie said.
Song Heping laughed and said, "If it were , I would strut back boldly, because that's the safest thing to do."
Willie paused for a mont, as if to say sothing, but then stayed silent.
Soon, the 9-man squad began to assemble. They coordinated with each other in perfect silence, imdiately forming four small groups as they ca together.
The first group up in front had 3 individuals - the Vanguard Team.
Song Heping knew without looking that at least two of these three were machine gunners, ard with Light Machine Guns.
This is because in a squad's march, Light Machine Gunners are often placed up front so that in the event of a sudden encounter with an enemy, machine gunners can use their firepower advantage to quickly suppress the enemy, allowing the squad leader to determine whether to engage or employ "Hellfire" tactics to disengage.
And two Light Machine Gunners could achieve the best suppression effect.
The groups were spaced about 30 ters apart and advanced forward in a "/" formation, which allowed for a greater search range than a straight-line formation. They took the high ground, so as to spot the target at the earliest opportunity.
"I'll take out the sniper, can you quickly deal with the two machine gunners at the front within a 300-400-ter range?"
Song Heping had seen the enemy co into range and decided to take action.
After all, there was no escaping.
The mountain road here was extrely narrow, with many places having only one direction to go.
Even if he and Willie were better camouflaged and undetected, the footprints on the ground wouldn't lie.
If he could see the enemy's footprints, they weren't fools; they would surely notice as well.
Once they discovered his and Willie's boot prints, they would probably beco vigilant and switch to being proactive.
Given this, it was better to strike first.
"No problem, I've got an assault rifle, and I can manage to take out 2-3 people with controlled bursts. Leave the Vanguard Team to ; you go take out the sniper."
The biggest threat to a sniper is another sniper.
Song Heping was the main sniper in the two-man team, and of course, he couldn't let the enemy's sniper live, even placing the enemy's Commander in a secondary priority.
Crack—
As the enemy's small squad entered a relatively open area with fewer concealnt options, Song Heping did not hesitate to aim at the squad's sniper and pulled the trigger.
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