Devil's Rock is just a hundred ters ahead, there are large piles of rocks there, so over three ters tall while others are just over a ter tall. The place is as big as a football field, enough for over two hundred people to use as cover.
However, Song Heping had indeed overestimated these villagers.
Untrained villagers panicked at the sound of gunshots, and when they saw blood, many couldn't even move their feet.
Song Heping yanked Maria towards Devil's Rock, looked back, and found that only less than twenty people had followed him. Most were suppressed in the hollows.
So villagers panicked and scattered wildly, but the "Satan" rcenary group's assault team mbers had no rcy.
Although their target was Song Heping, here, upon seeing any living thing, they'd instinctively use machine guns to turn people into sieves.
"You have to save them!"
Maria's saintly syndro started acting up again.
"How do I save them!"
Song Heping couldn't help but shout.
He only had a Type 56 assault rifle in his hand, which couldn't possibly match the range of a 12.7 caliber anti-material sniper rifle, not to ntion the M249 light machine gun with its sustained fire.
"That's your responsibility!"
Maria adopted the stance of an employer.
Seeing villagers she had been with every day being shot and turned into bloody holes, Maria had already fallen into a state of collapse.
"That's bullshit! You save them if you have the guts!"
Maria's saintly syndro annoyed Song Heping.
Being in such a predicant was enough to make him furious.
He was still thinking of ways to respond, but Maria's screams made it impossible for him to calm down.
"Old Platoon Leader, these people are not rebel forces!"
Jiang Feng's first sentence reminded Song Heping.
"That's right..."
Song Heping was suddenly alert.
Rebel forces wouldn't have high-precision 12.7 caliber anti-material sniper rifles, nor would they have M249 light machine guns. The gunshots around them were crisp sounds from HK416 assault rifles, which were quite different from the sound of AK-type guns.
"Is it Mossad?"
Nura's cold face was full of resentnt.
She was thinking about the horrific scene after her village was massacred.
"Impossible."
Song Heping said, "Their reach isn't that long. If they really had the ability to openly send people here to hunt us down, back in the fishing village there wouldn't have been a need to use others to do the killing."
This judgnt was correct.
"I guess it's rcenaries."
Antonov said, "There are rcenary organizations all over Africa; maybe they were hired by soone to hunt us down."
"Stop talking about this."
Song Heping interrupted Antonov.
"Now we need to think about how to break out."
"Their firepower is too strong; we can't move at all. Leaving here ans death."
While they were talking, another dozen villagers suppressed in the hollows died.
When a bullet flies overhead, there's a sharp whistling sound; when hitting the nearby dirt, it makes a sinister thudding sound, a sound that humans instinctively fear, one that no one can stay calm after hearing unless they've had training.
Hiding in the hollows might offer a bit of hope, after all, there are angles where the enemy's fire can't reach.
But if anyone gets up to flee, it's like presenting themselves as a target to the enemy.
Song Heping looked around, his mind constantly recalling the terrain and landmarks he had seen on the map earlier.
He was gifted with map reading.
Once he saw a map, he wouldn't forget it.
Suddenly, a flash of insight crossed his mind.
"You guys stay here and counter-attack, draw their attention. I'll go around and take them down!"
"Go around?! How?"
Jiang Feng was shocked.
Looking around, three sides were swampy areas and waist-high wild grass, trying to crawl through the grassland was nearly impossible.
On the opponent's side, they use infrared thermal vision mode night vision goggles, aning any tiny bit of heat radiation from the body is clearly visible in their sight.
Just a tiny bit of infrared image, and bullets would rain down like a storm.
Wild grass isn't rocks, not even trees, offering no ballistic protection.
Once detected, it's a death sentence.
"Over there! I'll go from there!"
Song Heping pointed to the left side.
Jiang Feng looked in the direction he pointed to and his face imdiately showed an expression of disbelief.
"Are you crazy?!"
Jiang Feng had been a Special Soldier and knew what Song Heping was planning to do.
The left side of Devil's Rock was swampy water.
Water in the swamps is very common, with many places filled like fish ponds.
But the problem in swamp areas is that seeing water there isn't like seeing it in normal mountainous or forest terrains.
The reason swamps are called swamps is that they have long been subrged, turning mud and decaying plants into sludge, where stepping in can cause soone to sink, and in bad luck, even be swallowed up.
Besides, the swamp area has few coverings, offering less concealnt than crawling through grass.
Once discovered, death would be even worse than crawling through grass.
Song Heping choosing to go through the swamp area was practically a death wish.
"You handle this here; I'll take them down!"
Jiang Feng knew Song Heping's character; once he decided sothing, nothing could pull him back.
"Sigh..."
He sighed, his eyes showing helplessness and concern.
"Alright, be careful. I'll cover you." Jiang Feng knew arguing was pointless and could only try his best to cooperate with Song Heping's actions.
Song Heping nodded, crouched and ran towards the swampy area using rocks as cover.
Arriving at the swampy water, he examined the surface.
The water was calm, moonlight shimring on it, surrounded by scattered wild grass that gave an artistic touch.
Song Heping estimated the distance.
The enemy was about 300-400 ters away.
The swampy water area was roughly over two hundred ters, ending on the other side in wild grass and so shrubs.
Even if lucky enough to make it through the swampy area, he would still need to crawl through tens of ters of grass to enter the woods and confront the enemy up close.
Moreover, this was Africa's wilderness.
What's in the water?
Crocodiles?
Or Poison Snakes?
No one knew.
There was no choice left.
The training he received was to make the most resolute, calm, and accurate decisions in critical monts.
To break the ambush deadlock, he had to take a desperate gamble!
Fierce killing intent perated from every pore on Song Heping's body, and the rapid release of dopamine activated his strongest killing will.
Every soldier who went through 203 selection was chosen from hundreds of thousands, selected for one standard: calmness and bravery.
He rolled up his trouser legs and sleeves, making himself more flexible in the water and reducing resistance.
Then, he pulled off a reed near the rocks, broke it off, leaving about half a ter, tested it in his mouth.
It was okay.
Not blocked.
He could breathe.
This was his savior.
No one could swim two hundred ters underwater no matter how skilled they were.
He had to rely on tools.
Learning to improvise and navigate perilous situations was a required skill for every Special Soldier.
He ca to the rock, looked at the water surface.
The water was still calm, still shimring.
Song Heping swallowed, took a deep breath, and slid into the water like a snake.
The cold water instantly cleared his mind.
The water wasn't deep, about one and two-thirds ters.
Song Heping tried not to use his feet, instead choosing to swim like a fish.
The reed was working well, though oxygen supply was limited, it kept Song Heping from suffocating.
He recalled past training in underwater demolition and infiltration, the best part of the underwater world was the word—tranquility.
Although he could still hear gunshots, it seed like they ca from another world, not as piercing, becoming very muted.
But Song Heping knew it was an illusion.
Every gunshot could an death.
Slowly advancing in the water, Song Heping realized it wasn't Maria and the villagers who brought trouble to him, but he had brought calamity upon them.
Apparently, Mossad, CIA, or the persistent "Elder Council" cared deeply about him. Despite being in Africa, they were relentless.
If he survives this, he'll definitely settle this score.
He planned to build his own strength in Africa, foster his own puppets, claim his own territory, and then settle accounts.
As long as he's in Africa, Mossad, CIA, and the "Elder Council" can't establish a foothold!
Captain Charles saw a peculiar scene through his observation mirror—
In the hollows, villagers being hit by bullets splattered blood resembling fireworks in the night vision, without the brilliant colors though.
He could even see the body parts flying from people hit by the large-caliber sniper rifle, reminding him of past secret missions he executed in Africa.
SBS is Britain's top Special Forces, conducting clandestine operations worldwide per military orders.
Unlike people like Danny.
Charles didn't retire because he didn't want to continue service, but after a mission where he led his team to annihilate an entire village where the target was located.
This was covered up by Great Britain, blad on local ard forces, but upon returning ho, he underwent psychological assessnt and review etings.
The military concluded Charles exhibited so psychological issues, deed unfit to remain in SBS, and transferred him to logistics.
To Charles, with his bloodthirsty nature, being sent to logistics was like being castrated.
So, he chose to retire.
Joining the "Satan" rcenary group was his best decision.
Back in Africa doing what he knew best, the sight of flying blood excited him, his heartbeat quickened, blood rushing through his veins, entering a state of exhilaration.
"Hehehe! Look at those poor souls. Lanni, finish them off, don't let them crawl like worms, hahahaha."
Seeing injured villagers struggling to crawl towards Devil's Rock, Charles ordered the sniper.
This ti, no sniper shots rang out.
"Lanni? Are you there?"
He turned to look at the sniper's position.
Among the gunshots, Charles found the sniper nest eerily quiet.
"Lanni! Don't tell you fell asleep at this mont!"
A foreboding feeling surged up.
Suddenly, gunfire flashed from the sniper nest.
But the direction was wrong.
Because the muzzle flash seemingly aid towards his side.
One of the machine gunners thirty ters away, Anderson's head exploded like a ripe waterlon hit by a stone.
"SHIT! There's an enemy on the right!"
Charles quickly took cover, hiding behind a mound.
"Damn it! Who's attacking us from the right!?"
He couldn't imagine it being Song Heping.
How did he manage it?
FUCK!
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