The blast wave of the grenade explosion threw the sand three ters high.
Major Carter spat out a mouthful of blood, his retina still imprinted with the flash trails of the recent volley.
Dozens of muzzle flashes flickered uniformly three hundred ters away on the dunes, like the eyes of the Grim Reaper.
Surrounded by rcenaries of "Musician" defense, Carter knew there was no way out.
Song Heping's deploynt was exceedingly precise; the plan was comprehensive, indicating thorough preparation, just waiting for us to support the Green Berets and then trap them.
Encircle and trap the reinforcents.
This term floated in Carter's mind.
He had learned this military strategy in military school.
It was a tactic that the China People military excelled at.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall historical data from the Peninsula War, sensing a familiar aroma.
Escape was impossible.
Originally, there was a gap at the 9 o'clock position for retreat.
Unfortunately, just recently, muzzle flashes appeared there too.
Indicating the gap was now blocked.
Contact with the Green Beret squad was entirely lost.
Carter could easily imagine those poor fellows now soaked in blood, collectively fallen.
Despair surged from his heart like a tide once again.
Yet death compelled him to muster his spirit.
Can't fall apart.
Only fight.
Fight to the end!
"7 o'clock direction! Spread out!"
His roar exploded in the encrypted channel.
The Delta team mbers instantly transford into moving shadows, with 7.62mm rounds chasing their heels into the sand.
Technical Sergeant Thomson had just set up the AN/PAS-23 thermal imager when a 40mm grenade exploded before him.
Carter saw the twenty-one-year-old Texan fly up like a rag doll, his left leg missing below the knee.
"dic!"
Carter rolled to the edge of the crater, the butt of the SCAR-H smashing heavily against his ribs.
The sniper behind the distant dunes opened fire.
The sound of the 7.62mm steel core bullet penetrating the ballistic helt was like a hamr smashing open a waterlon. Carter felt warm liquid splatter on the back of his neck—Sergeant Hansen's brains.
"Form a defensive circle! D3 formation!"
Carter kicked away the twitching corpse and pulled the last two M67 hand grenades from his tactical vest.
With the tallic snap of the pin being pulled, he saw seven black shadows closing in a fan shape.
Sergeant Gray's M249 suddenly roared.
The 5.56mm belt tore across the sand like hot wire, severing two rcenaries at the waist.
But the suppressing fire from Group B arrived swiftly, the 7.62×54mmR bullets from the PKM machine gun shredding the rock where Gray was hiding.
"Communications channel restored! We've contacted headquarters!"
Communications Officer Wilson's voice crackled with static, but it brought hope.
The previously silent communications channel suddenly filled with voices.
"Calling Team D, calling Team D."
"This is Team D, it's a trap! All operations tonight were leaked! We're surrounded near the Green Berets' point of attack, requesting urgent support!"
"Received, Predator has launched, will arrive within forty minutes at the latest, hold on!"
"Forty minutes... we're down to seven n!"
"Hold on! Just forty minutes!"
"FUCK!"
Carter knew venting his anger was pointless at this mont.
He pulled out a small box and took a pill from it.
This was a special drug issued by the Special Forces.
Carter didn't even know the exact composition.
But he was sure it contained stimulants; the military had given it the codena "G1."
Just one pill placed the person in an excited state within a minute, able to withstand enormous pressure and fearless of death, also effectively lessening pain.
Right now, he needed this.
"Brothers, forty minutes! We just need to hold on for forty minutes! Everyone take the G1!"
The G1 pill was just an experintal product.
Truth be told, Carter didn't like the stuff.
Anything that could stimulate the human body, relieve pain, reduce pressure, and excite probably had side effects.
But side effects were better than death.
The remaining seven n had to hold out against over a hundred attackers for forty minutes.
He needed this thing.
All surviving Delta team mbers took out the G1 pill, placed it in their mouths, and swallowed it down.
This thing had an almond-like taste, the dicine entered the stomach, and soon Carter felt the effects.
The sound of gunfire and explosions weren't so harsh but remained clear, the body felt a bit hot, vision beca sharper, sll seed more acute, and responses faster than before.
He raised the gun, exposed himself, aid, shot.
In one smooth motion.
Extrely fast, under a second.
Two hundred ters away, the head of a "Musician" defense rcenary who had just stood up and bent over to transfer exploded.
Both bullets hit squarely in the head.
Fear and despair were fading.
Carter felt himself enter an indescribable state, as if his body was lighter, movents swifter, aiming effortless, hitting almost instinctively, a feat even at his best normally.
Song Heping's pupils constricted behind the low-light scope.
He sensed sothing was amiss.
The Delta's circular defensive line was taking shape, three fire points forming a perfect intersecting firing arc.
More importantly, the opponent's fighting prowess suddenly soared.
Attackers exposed themselves only to die imdiately.
"Damn... so accurate?"
"Old squad leader, call the old squad leader."
Suddenly, A group leader Jiang Feng's voice ca through the headset.
"Speak."
"The forward command post has been cleared, but there's bad news, they have probably rebuilt their communications network."
Song Heping glanced at his watch.
The interference from the radioactive dust indeed lasted only about twenty or thirty minutes.
Even if longer wouldn't help.
Having lost contact with the frontline, Langley or the US Special Operations Command would undoubtedly establish a new satellite communications channel, both Delta Force and Green Berets would have prepared several contingency plans before deploynt, which is basic procedure for Special Forces missions.
Thus, the previously settled timing was half an hour.
Within half an hour, A/B/C three squads launched at the sa ti in Chad and Darfur, resolving all combats in thirty minutes.
In theory, with Simon's internal traitor leaking intel, even if Delta and Green Berets were mighty fighters, they wouldn't withstand a thirty-minute ambush from over two hundred of our n.
Yet now, it seems, we've indeed underestimated Delta's combat power.
These guys, after losing so many n, running two helicopters, and not being at full strength, had tangled with Group B for so long without being annihilated, truly a tough opponent.
After pondering for a mont, he pressed the communication button: "Execute the withdrawal plan, release smoke, evacuate quickly."
"What!?"
Collins was utterly puzzled.
"In ten more minutes, they'd be done."
"Withdraw, I only say once."
Song Heping was acutely aware.
Withdrawal required ti, and since the opponent's communications were restored, their air support would soon arrive.
Aricans might not be bold enough to openly dispatch bombers into Sudanese airspace, but launching so Predator drones from the Sahel Region was easily doable.
If our n didn't imdiately retreat, later even if we wanted to, it might be too late.
Moreover, it seed those remaining Delta team mbers had really surged in fighting strength.
In just the ten minutes since his arrival, Group B had already lost over a dozen.
If fighting continued, aside from whether we could break through the defensive circle set by the Delta Squad, our losses would undoubtedly be severe.
Tonight's gains were ample; one shouldn't be overly greedy.
Greed for achievent would lead only to death.
Retreat was the best choice currently.
"Yes! Execute the order!"
Despite Collins' reluctance, he issued the command.
"All Group B personnel comnce retreat, Group 1 launch smoke bombs creating the false impression of an attack! Withdraw from the battlefield and return to the vehicles within one minute, retreat as originally planned to Atlon Oasis!"
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