"Fire support!"
Jensen's roar exploded in the canyon, filled with a do-or-die determination. He suddenly leaned out from behind the rubble cover, the stock of the M4A1 carbine pressed against his shoulder, wildly firing towards the cliff top.
The shell casings ejected like raindrops from the ejection port, clinking against the rocks.
The remaining six Green Berets seed to be infused with the sa madness. They simultaneously sprang up from behind cover, disregarding their own safety, unleashing ammunition at all suspicious fire points in all directions.
At this mont, these elite Special Forces soldiers burst forth with astonishing combat power.
"For the Brotherhood!"
A sergeant with a bloodstained face roared, his Mk14 EBR precision marksman rifle firing continuously, the 7.62mm bullets precisely striking into rock crevices, hitting an elite rcenary from the "Musician" defense hidden behind a dirt mound.
Beside him, Corporal Wilson knelt on one knee, the M320 grenade launcher letting out a dull "thump," as a 40mm high-explosive grenade traced a perfect arc.
At the cliff top, the sniper codenad "Hunter" had just locked onto the radio operator with a radio on his back, the crosshairs in the scope steadily holding the target's back.
His index finger was already pre-tensioned on the trigger, needing only a slight additional force to end this life.
Just as he was about to fire, an unexpected event occurred.
Boom!
An M433 grenade exploded less than four ters from him.
The shockwave pained his eardrums, and fragnts whizzed past his camouflage suit, carving dozens of pits of various depths in the granite behind him.
"FUCK!"
Hunter grunted, sharp pain emanating from his left arm.
He looked down, seeing a fingernail-sized fragnt deeply embedded in his deltoid, blood quickly soaking through his camouflage uniform.
Worse still, the dust stirred up by the explosion completely obscured his line of sight.
Almost at the instant he withdrew back behind cover, a second grenade precisely hit his previous sniper position.
The overpressure from this explosion made Hunter feel like his internal organs were trembling.
"These maniacs are suicidal!"
Hunter shouted on the tactical channel while quickly checking his wound. The shrapnel wasn't deeply embedded, but it needed imdiate treatnt.
He gritted his teeth and pulled out the shrapnel, casually spraying on hemostatic gel, his movents as quick as cleaning a weapon.
The Green Berets in the canyon were indeed fighting desperately.
These veterans, accustod to countless battles, knew well that only by placing themselves in harm's way could they hope for survival.
They alternated covering and precise shooting, each gunshot accompanying the screams of a "Musician" rcenary.
The originally one-sided firepower offensive was surprisingly suppressed temporarily under their frenzied counterattack.
"Stop that radio operator!"
Song Heping's voice ca through the headset, uncharacteristically tinged with urgency. He squinted, watching the radio operator with a thirty-kilogram radio on his back still moving swiftly.
One had to admit, these Arican Special Forces' combat proficiency was admirable. In dire straits, the courage and professionalism they displayed were exemplary.
Radio operator Rose felt his lungs burning.
His tactical vest was already soaked with sweat, the radio on his back rubbing his skin like a hot iron.
But the instinct to survive drove him to sprint forward, pebbles scattering beneath his feet.
As long as he reached that protruding granite, as long as he climbed it, he might catch a faint satellite signal...
"Cover Rose with all you've got!"
Jensen swapped in a new magazine, and barrel-rolled to the side of a Humr wreck.
He knelt on one knee, firing several precise shots in a standard "kneeling unsupported" shooting posture.
The 5.56mm bullets precisely pierced through rock crevices two hundred ters away, toppling a rcenary who had just poked his head out.
The entire Special Operations platoon's firepower was briefly suppressed.
Though well-trained, facing the suicidal counterattack of the Green Berets, the rcenaries hesitated montarily.
This few seconds' hesitation allowed Rose to advance another ten ters.
Song Heping's pupils contracted slightly.
He slid out from cover like a desert viper, the AKM assault rifle firing three bursts while running.
7.62mm bullets kicked up a stream of dust near Rose's feet but failed to hit the target, disrupted by precise covering fire.
"The South Arican Training Camp still falls short,"
Song Heping lanted inwardly.
He dove into a new firing position, swiftly reloading the magazine.
Now, he had to deal with this personally—if the radio signal was sent out, the entire plan would co to nothing.
At the canyon bottom, Jensen's mind raced.
He noticed that Song Heping's snipers began consciously leaving other team mbers alone, focusing all their firepower towards Rose.
This was a dangerous signal—the enemy had clearly seen through their intent.
"McCarthy!"
Jensen gestured to his deputy, "Execute 'Phoenix' plan!"
McCarthy's face changed dramatically but soon understood his commander's intent.
He nodded firmly, retrieving the last two M18 smoke grenades from his tactical vest.
"For honor!"
He shouted, pulling the safety pin with force, and threw them in the opposite direction.
Dense colored smoke instantly shrouded half the canyon.
Using the smoke as cover, Jensen and McCarthy quietly retreated to the last Humr still operational.
This seemingly suicidal breakout plan was actually a carefully crafted diversion—using Rose to draw fire and create an opportunity for the real breakout.
These Green Berets at the critical mont were completely disregarding their own survival, hoping to create a final chance of survival for their comrades.
"Now!"
Jensen slamd the cabin divider. McCarthy slamd the gas pedal to the floor, the Humr's diesel engine roaring like it was in its death throes.
The M2HB heavy machine gun on the roof fired wildly, sending a shower of sparks off the rock wall with 12.7mm bullets.
Song Heping slightly frowned at the rocky outcrop.
The Green Berets' performance today completely exceeded his expectations.
Unlike prior engagents with top US Special Forces.
The guys in the valley made him see them in a new light today, almost feeling a bit of respect.
"Grenades, fire at will."
He ordered briefly, his voice terrifyingly calm.
"Everyone who has grenades blind-fire them, throw them all into the canyon!"
With Song Heping's reminder, everyone imdiately retreated behind the cliff wall, using grenade launchers to fire blindly into the canyon, those without grenade launchers pulled out hand grenades and tossed them toward the canyon.
A Mk19 automatic grenade launcher set up not far from the cliff wall of the canyon began firing insanely.
This terrifying weapon with a firing rate of 325 rounds per minute unleashed over ten 40mm high-explosive grenades in 10 seconds, creating a lethal barrage around the Humr.
One round directly hit the hood, its armor-piercing warhead penetrating the armor.
The now powerless Humr, like a wounded beast, flipped on its side after skidding several dozen ters.
Jensen and McCarthy crawled out of the wreckage in a sorry state, finding they were only a hundred ters from the canyon exit—but this final hundred ters was destined to be a death road.
"Song!"
McCarthy suddenly shouted in Texas-accented Chinese, his voice echoing through the canyon.
"You're a goddamn coward hiding in the shadows! Dare to co out and fight like a real warrior?"
The response was a gunshot.
A perfect blood hole suddenly appeared in McCarthy's forehead, the impact from the 7.62 caliber bullet sending his body half a ter away, brain matter splattering Jensen's face.
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