"Old squad leader, why do you always rush to do the dangerous stuff? You're a boss, for crying out loud!"
Having left the hiding spot, Jiang Feng followed Song Heping in a big loop, arriving about two hundred ters behind the mortar position.
There was a clump of bushes, very convenient for starting a concealed approach.
Once they had confird that the situation was clear, they would stealthily move from here, taking advantage of the sand dune for cover and closing in for the attack.
Actually, the mortar position arranged by the I5I5 ard group was extrely unreasonable.
If they had only spaced the mortars out more, or put sentries around the positions, or set up observation posts on the top of the dune, they wouldn't be totally defenseless against stealth attacks.
Especially in this godforsaken place, there aren't many hiding spots—no extensive woods or wild grass, just sand and rocks not yet eroded by the wind, and the undulating sand dunes.
Even a lookout with the poorest skills could easily control the surrounding few hundred ters, and prevent Song Heping and Jiang Feng from reaching two hundred ters behind them unnoticed.
"There are only six of us, if we don't go, who will?"
Song Heping didn't really care about Jiang Feng's sowhat teasing question.
That's right.
He now had quite a fortune.
But this is the nature of the business.
Sotis, as a PMC company boss, one must personally take risks.
Despite how big his business now looks, structurally it's still a small company with a gap compared to those established PMCs.
The gap isn't asured by profit, but by maturity, size, and background of the company.
Take the AAFES company, the largest logistics contractor for the US Army, for example. Under the context of economic globalization, they are not just playing with simple military defense. The company not only has combat units but mainly focuses on logistics supplies.
Their supply chain is moving towards global integration, and a smart supply chain can flexibly adjust based on market changes, bringing significant advantages to the business.
They even provide military goods and services to active-duty military, security personnel, reservists, veterans, and their families, sharing a service model with the FMWRC (Family and Morale, Welfare, and Recreation Command) to understand their custor bases and achieve a win-win situation.
That's what a real large-size PMC company is all about, not just taking on desperate tasks like the ones he's been handling.
If one day he could scale to the size of AAFES, Song Heping would love to sit back in a big office chair and lay his legs on the several thousand US Dollar rosewood desk with a box of Habanos cigars, enjoying life leisurely.
But not now.
Starting a business is tough!
Although they advanced slowly, the two were extrely cautious.
They made almost no noise, and since the mortar position was on the other side of the sand dune, without an observation post on the top.
Soon, they reached behind the dune and could even hear several guys moving ammunition around the truck incessantly chattering, seemingly complaining about the night's intensive workload.
After listening for a while, Song Heping found out that they had indeed mobilized everyone for an attack on Samir's People's Power Ard Organization tonight.
And the number of attackers was substantial, well over two thousand n.
For the I5I5 ard group at its current scale, it was practically an all-out mobilization.
They were shelling the People's Power firebases around the town to clear a path for the I5I5 soldiers to attack the town.
Song Heping gestured to Jiang Feng the tactical hand signal, aning to approach stealthily and execute silent takedowns.
The assault rifles were fitted with silencers, but they were still a bit loud.
The mortar position and the ammunition truck were several tens of ters apart, so there was a chance they might be heard.
They could only draw their pistols.
The sound of a P226 gun fitted with a silencer is relatively softer.
Especially next to the booming mortar position, it was almost inaudible.
Song Heping gave another hand signal to Jiang Feng.
Telling him to let Song Heping take the lead, and upon his gunfire, to open fire at will.
No need for more words.
Good tactical partners are like this, a hand signal is worth a thousand commands.
Several I5I5 soldiers moving ammunition on the ground were extrely unalert.
They slung their rifles over their shoulders and complained as they worked, like workers who hadn't been paid by their boss, and there was a small leader twisting his hands as an overseer, occasionally cursing, "You lazy bones, hurry up! We're running out of shells and can't catch up!"
After yelling at his n, the small leader felt his throat was dry.
It's the arid region of Z East, where the wind at night feels as effective as a dehumidifier, leaving one's face drier than sunbaked paper, as if it might split with just a twitch.
He took out his water bottle, twisted the cap off, and tilted his head back for a drink.
As he tilted his head up, his line of sight shifted slightly, and he saw a dark shadow appear beside himself.
The moonlight was bright.
So the shadow was very clear.
He was stunned for a mont.
Suddenly, he rembered there should be no one behind him.
Which lazy bum had snuck up behind him?
Clutching his water bottle, he turned to see who it was.
In the bright moonlight, a man with a camouflaged scarf over his face appeared before him.
Besides that face, there was a black muzzle, less than two ters away.
"You..."
He had just opened his mouth when the barrel spewed a burst of fla.
A 9mm caliber pistol bullet entered through the mouth, then swiftly penetrated the pons, and finally lodged into the cerebellum.
Click—
The warhead struck the inner wall of the skull, boring a small hole.
The small leader fell backward.
Before his body hit the ground, Song Heping had already turned the gun to aim at the few n moving ammunition by the truck.
anwhile, Jiang Feng had also opened fire.
The guy responsible for receiving the ammunition boxes from the truck on the right side was the first to suffer.
A bullet pierced through his head.
Tat-tat-tat—
Tat-tat-tat—
The strange sounds of bullets passing through the silencer spirals followed in quick succession.
Yet, none of these sounds caught anyone's attention.
The continuous rapid fire from the artillery position up front drowned out everything else.
Several ammunition carriers from the I5I5 hadn't even the chance to cry for help before they were shot and fell to the ground.
Song Heping discovered sothing very advantageous for himself.
That was the sandy ground here, which ensured that the guns on the bodies made no noise hitting the ground when soone fell, which was highly beneficial for him and Jiang Feng in their stealthy attack.
The comrade responsible for moving the ammunition on the truck had just turned to pick up a box of ammo, and when he turned back to find nobody beside the truck...
"Huh?"
He murmured in surprise and took a couple of steps forward to look for soone by the truck.
Just as he poked out his head, a bullet ca from the right side of the truck cabin, piercing straight through his temple.
The unfortunate guy slumped forward, falling down.
As he fell, Song Heping leapt into the air, caught him, and gently laid him on the ground.
Having taken care of these few carriers, they turned to look towards the direction of the artillery position.
No one noticed them.
Everyone was too busy.
How lucky...
Song Heping nodded to Jiang Feng.
The two split up and climbed onto the truck from both sides, Song Heping picking up an AKM assault rifle before starting the engine, engaging the gear, and turning the vehicle around.
The engine noise of this old clunker was still pretty loud.
But fortunately, the artillery was louder.
Nobody noticed the truck had been started.
Aiming toward the artillery position, Song Heping slowly stepped on the throttle.
The truck's engine roared, picking up speed.
The first to notice the truck shakily heading towards the artillery position was an artillery chief.
He was montarily stunned then shouted, "Hey, hey, hey! What's going on!? Why is the ammo truck coming here?!"
No one paid any attention to him.
The truck, like an old bull gasping for breath, clattered and sped along the sandy ground.
The AKM assault rifle was used by Song Heping to hold the throttle in place.
He and Jiang Feng had already jumped from the truck.
After jumping out, the most important thing was to find cover.
Otherwise, they might end up getting blown sky high along with everything else!
All that ammo, along with neatly stacked propellant bags and mortar shells on the artillery position and inside the ammunition boxes, made it a veritable open-air arsenal.
The two ran to the side of a sand dune as fast as they could, leaping behind a pile of rubble to lie down.
On the position, the artillery chief suddenly realized sothing was very wrong.
There was no one on the truck!
The driver's seat was empty!
"Truck! Truck! Truck!"
In panic, he pointed at the truck, screaming hysterically, yet unable to articulate anything comprehensible.
The people around him thought he might have taken the wrong dicine and suddenly had a fit.
However, when everyone followed the direction of his pointing finger, they instantly panicked.
"Run!"
But it was too late.
Behind the pile of rubble, Song Heping had already given the command to Disaster Star.
"Disaster Star, blow it up!"
Whoosh—
An M72 rocket, trailing a long fla, shot out from the tube on Disaster Star's shoulder, soaring toward the truck with a devilish howl.
The truck clanged into the artillery position.
First, it knocked over a gun, then crashed into a pile of ammunition boxes.
Fortunately, it did not trigger the warheads at the front of the shells.
However, the wheels were quickly jamd by a gun barrel, the truck bounced once and ca to a halt with a clang, the engine dying.
That belated rocket plunged headfirst into the ammunitions-filled cargo area amidst the shrieks of the I5I5 soldiers.
Clang—
Boom—
Two explosions followed one after the other.
Then ca a third explosion.
Boom!
A huge fireball rose from the artillery position, slowly unfurling into the sky like a flaming hot air balloon...
In the dazzling firelight, human limbs and fragnts scattered like a shower, flying to mid-air, then slowly cascading down...
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