The deputy team leader's death bought ti for the remaining three.
Song Heping did not choose to swing his gun again to search for a second target.
Because he knew that by now, his position was definitely exposed.
The best plan is to retreat!
A sniper spot is to never be lingered on for too long.
Less than ten seconds after he left the sniper spot to move, a grenade round landed on his original position.
Boom——
Although Song Heping was already crouching to lower his profile and avoid detection, he still felt a sting on his thigh, as if stung by a bee.
No need to look to know it was shrapnel from the explosion.
That's how real combat is, people always take bumps and nicks, catch shrapnel, or even take a bullet.
Get used to it, and you won't be surprised.
However, the enemy's blind fire was used so expertly—accurate from such a distance and in such a short ti—it was clear they're professionals.
"Marz, Nielsen, did you see that guy!?"
"Saw him, by the rock 300 ters away!"
"OK, if you see him, take him out. Marz, you stay put and cover him, Nielsen and I will flank."
"No problem!"
Marz imdiately found a raised mound of dirt, lay beside it, and set up his assault rifle.
Now the three of them had the initiative.
The opposite sniper had already moved his position, but during his relocation, they seized the advantageous terrain and aid their guns, putting the enemy at a disadvantage.
Unless he runs hundreds of ters away, within the 400-ter range, an assault rifle with a scope can precisely hit the target with semi-automatic fire, and Marz was very confident in this.
His two comrades, Warren and Nielsen, were already flanking from the left and right wings. Soon, their enemy would experience the feeling of being trapped in a pincer attack.
Just as he was gritting his teeth, eager to witness the sniper's demise, a thought suddenly struck him.
"Nielsen, Warren, I rember there were two of them, how co I only saw one just now..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
Marz was startled, quickly rolled over to aim his gun backwards.
But it was too late.
A shadow appeared ten ters away, his assault rifle spewing a burst of flas.
Ratatat——
Marz felt a strong force hit him, darkness fell before his eyes, and he imdiately went offline to report to God.
Willie approached stealthily like a leopard.
He examined the body on the ground, checked the enemy's gear, then his gaze rested on the neck just below, where a short pattern was revealed near the chest.
Because there was quite a lot of blood on the chest and neck, it was becoming indistinct.
Willie pushed up his night vision goggles, leaned closer, and with gloved hands, unbuckled the collar, tore open the tactical vest and wiped away the bloodstains on Marz's chest.
A tattoo was revealed on the skin.
Under the moonlight, Willie saw the familiar emblem clearly.
"FUCK!"
He cursed bitterly.
Because it was an image of the Grim Reaper with a scythe.
He knew the origin of this design, who these people were, or at least who they used to be.
But now he couldn't warn Song Heping to be careful.
Because the two had already cut off all communication devices to avoid being tracked.
So now, they relied purely on primitive tactical hand signals and talking for communication, with practically no long-distance interaction, depending entirely on their own tactical training for coordination.
Willie put his night vision goggles back on and sprinted swiftly towards higher ground with his gun.
He couldn't care less that he might be clearly visible on the ridge.
If he doesn't hurry, he wasn't sure if Song Heping alone could handle the two Seal Team mbers.
That's right.
The Grim Reaper emblem just now belonged to a Seal Team once stationed in East Asia, but now they were here in Central Asia, which was really bewildering.
Tattoos are quite common in the US Army, especially among Special Forces.
Although regulations are strict regarding tattoos, such as banning them from the face or hands, violations are still common.
In Special Forces, tattoos are very prevalent. It's not just a cultural phenonon but also a reflection of individual personality and background. These tattoos can represent personal experiences, family, friends, or a pursuit of certain values.
For example, so mbers may choose to ink designs related to military history or team spirit to inspire themselves and their colleagues.
However, it's generally not permitted to tattoo the emblem of one's own Special Forces unit, especially when deployed overseas, as it can invite unnecessary trouble or even compromise security.
In special circumstances, such as during missions, mbers may need to temporarily or permanently remove tattoos to ensure the safety of the operation.
Pop——
Pop, pop, pop—
Pop, pop, pop—
Gunfire could be heard from afar.
Willie's heart imdiately tensed up.
It seed that Song Heping had engaged with those two Seals.
Ignoring his exhaustion, he ran to a high point as fast as he could and set up his gun on a rock.
After searching for a while, he spotted Song Heping.
But he quickly realized that he couldn't shoot at all.
Because Song Heping was locked in a struggle with another person, the two of them were already rolling on the ground.
Willie quickly shifted his scope, trying to discern where the other Seal was.
He found him soon.
But it was a corpse.
To be precise, a corpse that was still warm.
Lying on the ground.
He was suddenly shocked.
Song Heping had actually killed a Seal and was now engaged in close combat with another.
He hurriedly moved his crosshairs back to the two fighting figures.
The distance was a bit far; he couldn't make out their faces and couldn't tell who was who.
"FUCK!"
He could only curse again, then lifted his rifle and started running back.
Although every Special Forces soldier had excellent physical stamina, running back and forth on the highland was really taking Willie's life.
He felt as if his chest was like an engine about to burst, his heart pounding like a frenetic piston, wildly throbbing as if on the verge of exploding.
Finally, he returned to the spot where Song Heping and the other Seal Team mber were struggling.
But at a glance, he didn't see Song Heping.
Neither did he see the other Seal.
However, that slightly warm corpse was still there.
Willie approached cautiously with his rifle.
If Song Heping was gone, then it was up to him to deal with the remaining Seal.
"Willie!"
Suddenly, a shout ca from up ahead.
It was Song Heping's voice.
"Song! You're still alive?!"
"Fuck, of course I'm still alive! You were hoping I'd be dead, huh?! Why the hell are you still standing there? Co and help , I've got this guy under control, tie him up!"
Willie quickly lowered his gun and sprinted over, pulling out restraints from his bag as he ran.
Upon arrival, he saw that Song Heping and the Seal Team mber had rolled into a pit. Song Heping was now pinning the other firmly to the ground.
Perhaps he didn't want to kill the man, which made Song Heping's situation a bit awkward; he couldn't even free a hand to take a rock and knock the guy out.
The other person was still struggling fiercely; if one hand was loosened, he could break free.
"This guy is too strong!"
Song Heping signaled, "I almost couldn't hold him!"
Willie hurried over to help secure the man's hands and feet with the restraints. To be safe, he tied three before letting go.
After it was done, Song Heping sat down on the ground beside him, lying back and gasping for air.
"This guy is too fucking sneaky... almost killed ..."
As he spoke, his hand moved toward his right side.
"Are you injured?"
Willie asked in concern.
Song Heping said, "This guy slashed with a combat butterfly knife, the son of a bitch. He wrecked his own gun and went straight for the knife, fighting like he didn't care about living. If I hadn't wanted to keep him alive to ask him so things, I would've just shot him dead."
"Song, these guys are Seal Team mbers..."
After hesitating for a mont, Willie confessed.
"They're military personnel, not sure if they're active duty though."
Song Heping frowned and gasped for air, looked at Nielsen lying on the ground, then at Will, and couldn't help but say with disdain, "Do you Aricans really love infighting that much? Killing is one thing, but aren't you also with ISA? What? You want to silence too?"
Willie said, "Let's ask this guy what happened before jumping to conclusions."
Song Heping said, "I'll leave it to you, I need a break."
After saying that, he climbed out of the pit.
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