Just over ten seconds had passed, and Song Heping's Falcon Special Combat Team had already suffered significant losses.
Attack teams from all four directions had been hit by sudden assaults.
These guys were extrely well-hidden.
And who knows when they had already taken cover here.
Now, Song Heping no longer had ti to think about where these guys had co from; perhaps they had been following Baghdadi all along, waiting like a hunter for their prey.
"Soone's down!"
"Lucia's been shot!"
"Team 3 needs support!"
"Their firepower is too fierce; we are trapped!"
The sound of gunfire was intense.
At this ti, the bodyguards in Baghdadi's compound had all reacted; they didn't dare to run out of the courtyard but instead rushed to the rooftop, holding guns and fiercely strafing the Falcon Special Combat Team rcenaries below.
At this mont, every soldier in Song Heping's special combat team was in grave danger, facing attacks from both sides, leaving no room for Song Heping to hesitate.
"Where are they hiding?"
Jiang Feng was standing opposite Song Heping.
At this mont, he was leading the company's core combat team, which was the strongest group, including Disaster Star, Collins, Klein, and the others.
But no matter how strong their combat ability was, at this mont, they were helplessly pinned down.
The enemy was in the dark; they were in the light.
Furthermore, in terms of equipnt, they were in no way inferior to the "Musician" defense's people here, having all the initiative and advantage.
Song Heping felt enormous pressure.
He must make a decision in the shortest ti, dispatch the core team.
Not just send them out, but also ensure they are sent to the most suitable position to locate the enemy and then counterattack.
"Shh—"
Song Heping motioned for Jiang Feng to be silent.
He closed his eyes and began to listen attentively.
Jiang Feng was so anxious he felt like jumping off the building.
At such a critical mont, his squad leader was half-closing his eyes as if a monk entering ditation.
This was a battle!
A second could determine life or death.
The four special combat team attack groups were stuck in the mud at this ti; in just over a minute, several had been wounded or killed.
The firepower group was getting hamred to the point where they couldn't even raise their heads.
The enemy sniper's shooting was extrely ruthless and precise; one mber of the firepower group had his head blown off while the others were pinned down at their hiding spots, unable to move.
Sweat seeped out from Song Heping's forehead, sliding down in large droplets.
The surrounding topographic maps continually flashed through his mind.
Topography...
Topography...
All tactics rely on the use of terrain.
The enemy ambushing them must have also made tactical predictions in advance, gauging which buildings they would use, where they would set up attack positions, and where to place snipers.
The fact that Hunter had been shot explained everything.
Perhaps, after the Persian Agents entered here to monitor Baghdadi, they had been watched.
They just didn't know it.
A special unit capable of this must undoubtedly be national level.
CIA?
ISA?
Seal?
Delta?
Or "Watcher"?
Countless thoughts flashed by, leaving his mind in complete disarray.
Song Heping had to find out the enemy's approximate positions on the map from his mory in the shortest ti possible.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and reached out to Disaster Star: "M320."
Disaster Star was taken aback for a mont but imdiately unhooked the M320 grenade launcher from his back and handed it over.
Song Heping unlocked the safety and went to another window, taking cover behind the wall, while distressing screams and calls from the Falcon Special Combat Team soldiers were still coming through the earpiece.
He mustn't panic.
He mustn't be distracted.
The shot had to hit the target.
Otherwise, there was no way out for any of them...
At this ti, the "Musician" rcenaries were like flies caught in a pre-set web.
To break free, they had to tear an opening in the net.
After taking a deep breath, Song Heping suddenly dashed from his cover. In the fleeting fractions of a second, his gaze scanned outside the window and locked onto a building that had been imprinted in his mind several tis over.
It was a four-story building.
Only about two hundred ters away from him.
An M320 grenade launcher's range was well within two hundred ters.
To secure a good vantage point, the sniper positions had to be set up in an open and elevated location.
That was the best choice.
Boom—
Song Heping aid and attacked in the quickest ti possible!
A grenade was launched from its chamber.
Song Heping did not wait for the explosion; he imdiately pulled back behind the wall.
"All teams, imdiately release smoke bombs, throw flares, and find the nearest cover on the spot. I will take the core team to clear the enemy; wait for my order."
"Firepower team, imdiately find a suitable position to observe the grenade explosion point and then report whether the hit is concentrated on the rooftop of the four-story building at the 2 o'clock position!"
"Yes!"
The firepower team quickly responded.
Hunter's voice suddenly ca through: "The enemy sniper must be on that four-story building. I also saw a heavy machine gun there. Boss, we must take them out; otherwise, we will all be pinned down here waiting to die!"
"I know."
Song Heping turned back to Jiang Feng and said: "Jiang Feng, Collins, Klein, you three co with ; Disaster Star, go up to the rooftop to take care of Hunter, take your machine gun and wait for my order. As soon as I clear the sniper spot, start attacking the other enemy fire points instantly, suppress them!"
"What about Baghdadi!? If the attack team retreats, he's sure to flee!"
Jiang Feng raised his concerns.
"Nevermind that, our brothers' lives are at stake! People are the most important thing!"
Song Heping was actually heartbroken.
He had spent so much money and effort raising this special combat company, and it was not easy to train such a group of elite South Arican rcenaries.
In today's battle, he didn't know how many of his prized fighters would fall here.
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