At the direction of the rebel ard organization's artillery position, Song Heping lifted his head from the mud, wiped his face, and found sothing warm. He pulled it off to see.
Vaguely, he recognized it as a piece of intestine.
"Damn..."
Even after witnessing countless bloody scenes, he still felt a wave of nausea.
He, Disaster Star, and Antonov had planned to launch a flank attack on Damar's troops when they suddenly discovered this artillery position.
Although this artillery position posed no imdiate threat to him, it was a huge problem for Maria and others in the woods.
It is likely that this was the reason why the Eastern European rcenaries brought by Nicholas suffered heavy casualties.
Attacking the enemy's artillery position was a very wise choice.
But the violent explosions blasted the muddy ground of the swamp area, almost burying Song Heping.
The ard factions that discovered their artillery positions had been wiped out started an assault on the location under the commander's orders. In the surrounding darkness, clusters of muzzle flashes twinkled like stars.
Bullets rained down, hitting the surrounding trees with sharp sounds.
"Retreat into the forest!"
The artillery position was in a depression, which could certainly serve as cover, but if Song Heping had Anton Coward and Disaster Star set up a firepoint here with him, it would be a foolish decision.
With too few numbers, even establishing a firepoint would not withstand the charge of large troops.
The secret to defeating more with less must be mobile warfare.
"No way! Although these guys are firing randomly, there are too many people; retreating now is a dead end!"
Antonov panted heavily, crouching behind a pile of dirt in the depression, firing towards the muzzle flashes and responding to Song Heping's command.
"Queen!"
Song Heping imdiately called out to Queen on the channel.
Queen was the sniper responsible for supporting Song Heping's team.
"Watch !"
Approximately two hundred ters away from the depression where Song Heping and others were located, Queen had already set up her modified SUV semi-automatic sniper rifle.
This gun was one of the two custom-made sniper rifles Song Heping captured during the Mosul sniping battle against Illiguo.
One of them was given to Queen.
The accuracy of this gun is high, and the barrel was also modified, with better dispersal and stability of the point of impact compared to ordinary SUVs.
The biggest drawback is the ammunition.
Its ammunition is custom-made, with increased charge for extended range, so the barrel is also customized, thickened to a competition-grade barrel that can fit a silencer and has a tripod, almost top-tier among DIY firearms.
Bang—
Bang—
Bang—
Although the semi-automatic sniper rifle doesn't match the range of a bolt-action single-shot sniper rifle, its sustained firepower is superior due to semi-automatic firing, and its area control ability is better.
Queen aid at target after target through the sight, continually pulling the trigger.
Her marksmanship was accurate enough to hit every shot at such mid-to-short distances.
With each kill, she murmured to calculate her achievents.
"1..."
"2..."
"3..."
"4..."
After an entire magazine, she quickly replaced it with another.
Soon, beads of sweat erged on the tip of Queen's nose.
Because she felt a surge of helplessness from within.
No matter how excellent the sniper, facing ard faction forces that surged like a tide, she was powerless to turn the tide.
"Damn it! There are too many of them!"
Queen cursed loudly on the channel.
"These guys can't even see around themselves, unable to cause psychological threats!"
The greatest utility of a sniper is not necessarily in kills, but in causing trendous psychological threats to the enemy.
When a troop enters an area with snipers ambushed, snipers take out commanders, kill communications personnel, and destroy communication equipnt, collapsing the entire command system.
And when others see people around them poking their heads up and getting killed, the psychological pressure makes them timid.
After all, people fear death – it's instinctive.
Now it's night.
Damar's n didn't have night vision equipnt, relying solely on moonlight for illumination.
So they couldn't see Song Heping and others' specific locations, only shooting with rough steering.
This shooting is almost blindly, just with a general direction.
However, relying on a nurical advantage, they were still able to form a powerful fire network, confining the few enemies to a small area unable to move.
Therefore, they could not see how many people around them actually died.
If unseen, there's no fear.
The night aided both Song Heping and the ard factions.
In the depression, Song Heping and the other two continued firing at the ard factions swarming like ants in the water pits caused by artillery shells.
Their marksmanship was accurate, with short bursts almost never missing.
The ard factions fell one by one.
But the number of attackers seed to be increasing.
"How many people does Damar have around him!"
Disaster Star's machine gun barrel was already smoking, glowing a strange dark red in the night like lava from hell.
After emptying the 200-round drum, he changed to another drum, spitting curses.
Foul language during battle is a psychological reaction.
A natural reaction in tis of crisis, akin to cheering oneself up.
Swearing doesn't an having the upper hand but appears when falling to a disadvantage.
Song Heping felt goosebumps rising on his arms.
The magazine on his Type 56 submachine gun had switched to the third.
And the encirclent seed to still be shrinking.
The firepower of the three was too low, with only two rifles and a light machine gun, unable to suppress a simultaneous attack possibly exceeding two enemy companies.
"How could there be so many people..."
Song Heping himself was sowhat bewildered.
He soon realized.
He had overlooked Damar's personality.
This guy is actually very cowardly.
Being cowardly, he needs many security troops.
His security force seed to be a battalion, not rely a company.
Fortunately, when planning, Song Heping had anticipated a larger enemy force and calculated for a battalion's strength.
"Ferrari! It's your turn!"
Song Heping could only play his trump card.
The UN armored vehicle was ambushed at the edge of the woods, three hundred ters away.
Ferrari, who had been waiting for command from Song Heping, had long been at the console, eagerly waiting inside the vehicle.
This was Song Heping's firepower trump card.
Initially, if the attack went smoothly, Ferrari and Henry's armored vehicle control cards wouldn't be played.
They were reserved for a last resort.
Now, it was the most critical mont, and the move had to be made.
Tatatatata—
Tatatatata—
Tatatatata—
The high-caliber machine gun atop the armored vehicle roared vigorously.
Bullets rained down like fire lines around the position of Song Heping and others.
The trio could only duck back into their cover, not daring to raise their heads.
"Can we trust this guy's marksmanship?"
Disaster Star had always been skeptical of Ferrari's combat capabilities, being a company administrative personnel.
After all, Ferrari had been with the company for so long, yet had done so few field missions, even when participating his role was mostly limited to logistical support work, not direct combat.
This ti being responsible for the firepower support task, it was unknown whether he would be reliable.
"I think it's okay..."
Song Heping seed to be self-comforting.
But soon, he was proven wrong.
A few 12.7 caliber machine gun bullets hit the edge of the depression, bouncing off in the mud and rocks.
Since the vehicle mounted machine gun was mixed loaded, five regular rounds for one tracer round, a typical night combat load configuration that kills and indicates targets for companions.
Yet now, as they hit the rocks at the edge of the depression, the warheads changed direction, so bouncing into the air, while others ricocheted upwards, terrifying the trio cowering in the depression.
"Suka! Suka!"
Antonov suddenly scread like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"It's burning ! A warhead fell into my tactical vest!"
"Where? Where?!"
Disaster Star helped him frantically search for the warhead.
After all, the tracer rounds contain filler that burns, falling into clothing can burn through the combat uniform and roast nearby muscle.
Watching the two fumbling about in distress, Song Heping had to loudly inquire to Ferrari on the channel: "Hey, Brother Ferrari, can you manage it or not?! This shooting feels like drunk driving! Aim at the point of impact!"
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