Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 819 - 758 Trapped

In the dense darkness, Song Heping pressed his back tightly against the slope's mound of earth, concealing his figure and even carefully controlling his breathing to avoid releasing heat sources.

The residual heat from the M249 barrel was dissipating, and he could clearly feel the scorching pain from the bullet-proof plate on his left ribs—proof of being hit repeatedly by 5.56mm steel core bullets.

After all, he was wounded.

He reached out to the painful spot and touched it.

He didn't feel any sticky liquid.

Luckily, he had stripped a bullet-proof vest off a corpse earlier; otherwise, he would definitely be dead by now.

Fifty ters away, six dark red human figures ford a fan-shaped advancing formation in the thermal imaging device.

The leading rcenary wore an Arican-made AN/PVS-15 night vision device, with lenses emitting a ghostly green light. They paused after every three steps, their gun barrels sweeping out precise 120-degree scanning arcs in sync with their head movents.

Song Heping lay behind the mound of earth, trying to be as silent as a corpse.

He was waiting.

Because there was a simple tripwire trap mine just ten ters ahead.

It was a makeshift device strung together from hand grenades picked up from bodies—not a sophisticated trap mine due to ti constraints.

When the enemy is strong and we are weak, guerrilla tactics must be employed.

We must drag them down, even if it ans dragging them to death.

Every ti the enemy pursues, they must pay so price.

Slowly tornt them in the darkness, until they collapse.

Click—

Song Heping's pupils suddenly contracted.

A tal spring clip's distinctive vibrations sounded ahead—the mont the M67 defensive hand grenade's safety pin fell off.

This device is a standard spherical shape, utilizing a flip-lever detonating pin design. It has a 63.5mm diater, total length of 89.7mm, and 184 grams of high-performance explosive B. Its kill radius reaches 15 ters, with fragnts flying up to 250 ters.

As soon as the sound reached his ears, Song Heping threw another M67 hand grenade, which he had been holding in his hand with the safety pin already pulled out.

"Trap mine!"

Several of the surrounding "Satan" rcenaries also heard the sound of the grenade fragnts rising, and one shouted a warning.

A few imdiately turned and sought cover, diving to the ground in the shortest ti possible.

All of this was within Song Heping's expectations.

Relying on a simple trap mine device to eliminate these elite rcenaries would be nothing short of wishful thinking.

The main act was the M67 grenade.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

Several grenades hanging simply among the bushes exploded simultaneously, igniting nearby dry branches with high temperatures. The flas drew eerie blue streaks in the night sky, just enough to interfere with the "Big Crow" drone providing aerial surveillance.

The drone's screen went blank.

"He's creating a heat source cover!"

Before the voice finished, the other M67 grenade thrown by Song Heping exploded amid the chaos.

This grenade fell near several rcenaries, making it impossible for them to escape—getting up to run would be injured by the grenades linked to the trap mine device, staying on the ground still risked getting hurt by the thrown grenade.

So they could only roll on the spot to dodge.

Nonetheless, one unlucky person got struck.

Due to the proximity, the blast wave flipped him over, smashing him heavily against the nearby tree trunk.

The intense blast wave enveloped many prefabricated fragnts, over a dozen of which pierced his body where there was no bullet-proof plate, causing him to scream in pain.

"Ah—damn it! It hurts!"

The screams echoed through the forest.

Every "Satan" rcenary who heard the screams inexplicably began to feel a tremor.

It was as if they were battling a devil in this forest.

The enemy seed to have rged with the darkness; any slight carelessness would result in severe consequences.

The team leader of the second group ripped off his shattered mask and roared into the earpiece: "Switch to low light mode! Encircle towards the ten o'clock position at the blast site!"

By the ti they reacted, Song Heping had already relocated, wasting not a second in the original spot.

Before leaving, he took off the tactical strap he had retrieved from a fallen rcenary and linked two VOG-25P bouncing grenades into a trap mine array.

As the pursuit's heavy military boots broke the twigs serving as triggers, the prefabricated fragnts from the 0.3-second delay detonation would pierce through the jaw and reach the cranial cavity.

Bang Bang—

The crisp sound of HK416 assault rifles suddenly echoed from the northwest.

Song Heping's right shoulder armor plate dented from the impact, the massive shock tossing him into a half-ter-deep pit, causing his M249 light machine gun to drop aside.

"Damn!"

The intense pain surged through his brain after a brief numbing period.

Song Heping's body began to tremble uncontrollably, a natural reaction to severe pain.

Quickly, he gritted his teeth and suppressed the pain.

This wasn't the ti to scream.

Otherwise, it would be certain death.

He moved his right hand.

His arm's movent was sowhat hindered, feeling a bit painful when lifted.

But he could still hold on.

The endurance training he had undergone began to kick in.

Besides the dopamine in his brain acting like a stimulant to ease the pain, his resolute will was also playing a significant role.

"I hit him!"

A distant voice shouted excitedly as if winning the lottery

Rustling—

Rustling—

Footsteps followed, all heading in his direction.

These guys acted like hyenas on the plains.

Once they slled blood, they would swarm over, seeking to finish off the weakened prey.

"Three o'clock direction! He's at..."

A rcenary's shout abruptly cut off.

Song Heping had already picked up the 56 assault rifle and fired a short burst at him.

The 7.62 interdiate warhead easily tore through the Kevlar helt, the bullet's snap as it lodged into the skull overwheld the gunshot itself.

The "Satan" rcenaries' guns began roaring joyfully.

Song Heping's short burst had completely exposed his position.

Unlike previous tis, this ti he had no ti to relocate.

Bang Bang Bang Bang—

Bang Bang Bang—

Peow Peow Peow—

Warheads rained around the pit, breaking bushes and kicking up dirt.

Song Heping could only huddle in the pit, with his nerves stretched to the limit.

The "Big Crow" drone now resud normal function, and the operator's screen regained clarity.

"He's hiding in a pit about forty ters from you, at the three o'clock position..."

The operator calmly transmitted the information through the channel to every teammate.

Trained "Satan" rcenaries imdiately adjusted their direction and formation. This ti, they felt they could kill Song Heping in the pit, eliminating the target that instilled fear in them.

"Whew—"

In the pit, Song Heping exhaled deeply.

Now he knew there was no way out.

The firefight from Devil's Rock had intensified.

This indicated that Jiang Feng and the others were also organizing a counterattack.

The situation seed to improve.

Previously, they were suppressed to the point of being unable to lift their heads, let alone counterattack; staying behind rocks to avoid death was already fortunate.

He had no radio communication with Jiang Feng, so everything relied on mutual understanding. The timing to retaliate depended on Jiang Feng's intuition.

Now it seed Jiang Feng had good timing.

He was also trying to ease the pressure on Song Heping.

But the effect seed minimal.

Yet it was sowhat expected.

The mysterious team pursuing them was as formidable as Mossad's commandos and CIA's "Watchers." Given their advantage in numbers and equipnt, how could Jiang Feng's group with a few 56 assault rifles gain the upper hand?

"Could it be..."

Song Heping unexpectedly laughed.

Every ti he faced a desperate situation, Song Heping didn't feel dejected; instead, he felt like laughing.

Maybe it's because he did his best. If he couldn't make it, dying might be destined, without any regrets.

Such a person as he truly viewed life and death indifferently.

Sotis, saving the last bullet for oneself was the most leisurely act.

This firefight was enough to make him proud. He alone managed to kill so many, successfully countering in adversity. On the Netherworld's road, he wouldn't be lonely at all.