The two of them rushed to the first floor, and just as they ducked behind a load-bearing column, the Marine Corps mbers inside the Humvee convoy had already spotted soone approaching the convoy on the first floor, opening fire on Song Heping and Jiang Feng through the firing ports.
Bullets fell like raindrops, and even behind the load-bearing column, the intense pressure of impending death was palpable.
"Suppressive fire! Smoke bomb cover!"
Song Heping hastily issued the command.
Without support, he simply couldn't get close.
Everyone in the convoy was an experienced Marine Corps veteran.
These guys weren't fed for nothing.
Following Song Heping's command, mbers of the Falcon Special Combat Team in the buildings on both sides opened fire with all available weapons.
For a mont, rocket launchers, machine guns, rifles, and even grenade launchers greeted the convoy with a hail of fire.
Another Humvee exploded in flas after being hit by several rocket launchers, igniting a fierce fire.
Several Marines staggered out of the burning vehicle, only to be killed inside before they could make it out of the doors.
Bullets poured in like rain.
Armor-piercing and ricocheting bullets flew everywhere.
Blood was splattered inside the vehicle, and screams arose in an unending cycle.
The convoy's tactical channel was filled with calls for assistance and for help.
The highway resembled hell for a mont.
Seizing the opportunity, Collins, with several South Arican Special Forces mbers from the Falcon Special Combat Team, threw out several smoke bombs.
Soon, the entire convoy was enveloped in smoke.
Observing the timing, Song Heping, during the mont the Marines in the convoy were caught in difficult combat and self-rescue, gritted his teeth and suddenly darted out.
Leap forward.
This is the most basic movent in PLA tactics.
Every PLA infantry or Special Forces soldier has to master this fundantal tactical skill training.
It seems simple, which is just lowering the running stance and using the terrain and features while moving to protect oneself and get closer to the enemy.
This is called tactical leaping.
Such a basic move, and Song Heping as a rookie didn't know how many tis he had been kicked by his squad leader.
Back then, he felt rather aggrieved.
Thinking back now, the squad leader's kicks were really good, exactly right!
He moved as agilely as a leopard, quickly approaching the armored Lincoln by utilizing the dead angles created by vehicles in the smoke.
Lance in the car saw a figure flash by in the smoke and imdiately scread out, "Soone's getting close to our car!"
Before he could finish speaking, Song Heping, who was prepared outside the car, quickly placed two hand grenades into the wheels.
Clang -
Clang -
The defensive grenades' massive force instantly deford the wheel hubs.
Even for an armored vehicle, which couldn't be penetrated, deformation was achievable, especially when stuffed into the wheels, directly damaging the bearings.
The Lincoln's driver vigorously stepped on the gas, trying to move the vehicle away from Song Heping's attack.
Unfortunately, after the engine roared, the vehicle advanced less than two ters.
Seeing this, Song Heping stuffed two more hand grenades into the wheels and then hid on the other side of the car.
Boom -
Boom -
This ti, the explosion finally dislodged the entire wheel.
The armored vehicle, after four consecutive grenade attacks, was laid low and immobilized, only emitting smoke as the driver stepped on the gas without moving forward.
"Damn it! He's trying to plant bombs underneath our car!"
Lance seed to have realized Song Heping's intention.
"Cover , I'm getting out to take him down!"
For the protection of Nathan in the Lincoln, all the "Watcher" squad soldiers in the convoy started to open the windows of their armored vehicles, seeking a greater field of vision, and began fiercely retaliating against the surrounding buildings.
After all, they were "Watcher" mbers who had undergone extrely rigorous training, all recruited forr veterans from Special Forces.
They might not have the physical capabilities of younger people, but they had extrely rich combat experience.
The mbers of the Special Combat Team inside the buildings, facing such a ferocious counterattack, even suffered several casualties.
People are driven to their limits.
At this mont, the "Watcher" squad mbers were also cornered.
Disregarding their own safety, they began to counterattack.
"Marine squad, don't bunch up on the highway anymore, turn around and charge towards the buildings! Crash in!"
Lance suddenly had a stroke of genius.
The entire convoy had been thrown into confusion, and in the blink of an eye, they only thought of running back and forth, but the roads ahead and behind were blocked by the blown-up vehicles and trucks, leaving no room to move.
But if going forward or backward was not an option, moving to the left or right might be.
Although rushing into the buildings on either side ant engaging in close-quarters combat with the ambushers.
At this point, everyone's life was on the line, it was simply a matter of fighting with all they had.
Not fighting also ant certain death.
Their courage was instantly kindled.
The Marine Corps' Humvees took the lead, relying on their slightly thicker armor, and indeed two Humvees began to turn around on the spot, planning to desperately charge into the buildings on either side.
Upon seeing this, Song Heping imdiately boosted his Special Combat Team's morale through the comm channel: "Don't let them crash in, seal them off on the road! Hit them hard, at all costs seal them off!"
The Falcon Special Combat Team's South Arican Special Soldiers, who had also been dazed by the counterattack from the Marine Corps and the Watchers, now steadied their resolve upon their boss's orders and imdiately began organizing a counter-ambush.
Both sides were fighting for their lives.
Ti was what Song Heping's n were lacking.
The disadvantage for Nathan and the Marine Corps lay in their position.
Both sides wanted to secure the advantages for themselves.
The outco of the battle is often determined in an instant.
A Humvee that had just turned around was hit by a rocket launcher on its engine hood, and although it wasn't destroyed on the spot, it soon started belching thick smoke and ended up sprawling by the roadside.
Seeing this, the marine inside the vehicle disregarded their own lives, scrambling halfway out of the rooftop to operate heavy machine guns, trying to use the M2HB large-caliber machine gun to buy ti for their comrades to leave the road.
One marine had just climbed up and within three seconds had his skull shattered, sliding back into the vehicle like a broken sack.
Another marine inside the vehicle took one look at his fallen comrade, realized there was no saving him, and imdiately crawled out to take over.
In less than five seconds, this marine was equally riddled with bullets and slid back into the vehicle.
But he, too, had bought ti; in those brief five seconds, he fired a dozen 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets, severely wounding a Falcon Special Soldier hiding behind the building.
Casualties began to erge on both sides.
The situation seed to be turning in favor of the Watchers' squad.
If they continued to wear down like this, at least waiting for the arrival of the coalition's duty quick-response team wouldn't be a problem.
Lance seized the opportunity on his side too.
While the thick smoke surrounded the car, he opened the door and dashed out with a swift movent.
But he could not see where Song Heping was.
There was nothing but a haze of smoke before his eyes.
"Where is he?"
Suddenly, Lance felt a chill on the back of his neck.
"Damn..."
That was the feeling of a master standing behind him.
A P226 pistol was pressed directly against the back of his skull and fired.
Pop—
Lance's brain matter burst open, and he fell by the door.
Nathan inside the car saw the blood and the white brain matter splattered on the car window, and even though he was normally as calm as an old dog in his position as Eastern Affairs Manager, he now felt a warm sensation down below, the urge to urinate.
"Lock the door! Lock the door!"
He cried out in shock.
Another Watcher in the car hurriedly locked the door.
But at the sa ti, he cast a disdainful look at Nathan.
After all, Lance was the commander of the two Watcher squads this ti, their superior.
Although Lance was dead.
However, Nathan's behavior of completely disregarding his colleague's safety in favor of his own, ordering to lock the car door at this ti, revealed his vulnerability.
Soldiers despise the weak and cowardly.
Nathan beca the object of contempt among his fellow crew mbers.
But he was the highest leader after all; his orders were to be followed unconditionally by everyone present.
The door was closed.
Song Heping disappeared like a ghost.
Nathan sat in the car as if he were sitting on a fire, beginning to sweat all over.
"Where is that guy? Where is he? Ask the marines in front, see where he's hiding!"
He beca restless, his mood growing agitated.
It was like soone was holding a sharp Sword in a place he couldn't see, ready to swing it at any ti and take his life.
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