Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 974 - 910: Interspersed Burst

Utekin's face turned ashen, his Adam's apple bobbing as he was about to retort when a sudden burst of gunfire erupted from the southeast like popcorn popping.

7.62mm bullets rained down on the composite armor of the T-72 tank like hailstones, sparking blinding flashes and ricocheting through the concrete ruins with a wailing screech.

"Three o'clock direction!"

Jiang Feng's voice bood in his headset, mixed with the distinct rumble of a Russian-made PKM machine gun.

"They have at least two squads, equipped with RPGs! Damn it, I also see a pickup truck outfitted with a DShK!"

Song Heping's pupils contracted abruptly, years of battlefield instincts kicking in as he instantly entered combat mode.

He rolled sideways to behind the tank wreckage, the bulletproof vest scraping against the hot armor plate with a burnt sll.

The situation has gotten complicated now!

Both Tartus Port and Latakia Port have defensive deploynts by the Russian Army, especially Latakia, which also has a Russian Air Force base.

Supposedly, these two locations are the safest landing spots, even though the current situation in Syria is very unfavorable for the governnt army, with large-scale rebel forces launching attacks in the north and east. The governnt army has been retreating towards Damascus and the large cities and coastal port cities along the western coast, because this area is within Russia's sphere of influence and has always been controlled by the Russian military as an outlet to the diterranean, which will never be abandoned and allowed to be overtaken by the rebel forces.

Therefore, when Song Heping discovered suspected GRU agents appearing in Latakia Port, he chose to land on the beach near the coast by dinghy and then move into the city to find a vehicle to head to Damascus.

Unexpectedly, just as he left the port, he found that the rebel forces had already infiltrated the city and were currently engaged in intense firefighting with the governnt army.

Now Song Heping and the others had two options—

Either retreat into the port area controlled by the Russian Army, or head to the air force base.

Or carve a bloody path, find a vehicle, and escape from here to Damascus.

Retreating back to the Russian-controlled port was clearly not a wise choice.

If there were GRU personnel inside and they received a kill order, it would an falling into a trap.

Therefore, the only option left was to fight their way out, find a car, and imdiately leave this damned place, heading south to Damascus.

"Jiang Feng, you take three people to establish a defensive line on the right flank; leave this side to !"

He kicked aside a skull half-buried in the rubble, the remains of a governnt army soldier still maintaining a position of holding a gun.

"Utekin!"

He turned and shouted in anger, discovering the forr GRU major had already instinctively taken a vantage point: "Now redeem yourself, damn it!"

Utekin's jawline was as tense as a blade, and he nodded silently, pressing the stock of the AK-12 rifle heavily against his shoulder.

In the thermal imaging lens, seven orange-red figures were quickly sprinting across the street, seemingly intending to occupy the house on the left-front side, and then pinning them down near the T-72 tank wreckage by the roadside.

Song Heping saw one of them even carrying an RPG rocket launcher on his shoulder.

Bang—

The 5.45 caliber warhead whirled through the air, suddenly bursting open the back of the rocket launcher carrier's head into a mist of pink blood.

The body still maintained a forward posture until it crashed into a rusty container before collapsing with a thud.

Almost simultaneously, Song Heping's AK-12 assault rifle spewed out a half-ter-long fla.

Da-da-da-da-da-da—

The flash-suppressor-equipped muzzle traced a dark red trajectory in the night, firing a long burst that instantly toppled three Freedom Army soldiers.

The remaining two were terrified and turned to flee upon seeing this.

Bang—

Bang—

Suddenly, two dazzling flares exploded in the sky.

"Illumination flares!"

Jiang Feng shouted.

The blinding white light exploded a hundred ters high in the sky, turning it a glaring white, with the magnesium powder's sizzle sounding like a snake's hiss.

Song Heping's 1PN138 night vision instantly overloaded, leaving large green spots lingering on his retinas.

He hastily retreated behind the tank wreckage and tossed out a smoke bomb.

The gray-white phosphorous smoke fell like a curtain, quickly forming a smoke wall in front of the tank.

"I'll take them out!"

Song Heping set his sights on their hiding spot behind the two houses more than seventy ters away.

The position completely blocked the entire street.

To leave here, he must eliminate this squad of Freedom Army soldiers.

Taking advantage of the smoke cover, Song Heping darted out from behind the tank wreckage like a leopard.

"Cover !"

His speed was lightning-fast, crossing the street in an instant. As he was about to reach the opposite house, he heard Utekin shout:

"RPG!"

Song Heping had no choice; he could only grit his teeth and rush forward.

As he dashed into the alley opposite the street, a rocket explosion sounded behind him.

Boom—

An RPG rocket hit the house wall at the alley entrance, and the blast wave struck his back like an invisible sledgehamr.

Song Heping was pushed forward, headlong, by the shockwave.

A burning pain suddenly shot through his left arm, and warm liquid trickled down the camouflage fabric, leaving a dark red trail in the dust.

"You're hurt!"

Utekin's voice drifted in and out over the headset, as tinnitus blurred the world.

Song Heping checked his left arm.

It was just a graze.

"Just a scratch, won't die."

He spat out the bloody saliva from his mouth.

"Jiang Feng, draw their fire, I've reached their flank."

Without another word, Song Heping stood up and advanced with his gun.

This is a residential area, with intricate alleys everywhere.

He had reached the left side of the Freedom Army squad, estimated the direction, and just needed to cross the next alley to reach their left side.

Now Jiang Feng was fiercely exchanging fire with them, and the opposing Freedom Army fighters probably saw him rushing over, so they would definitely split their forces to deal with him.

No matter how they responded, splitting their forces would ease the pressure on Jiang Feng's side, which was better than being pinned down near the tank unable to lift their heads.

Just after moving a dozen ters, a figure suddenly flashed ahead.

Song Heping raised his hand for a burst shot.

The AK-12 muzzle spat out a string of flas.

The shadow fell.

Song Heping imdiately moved into another alley.

As soon as the gunfire started, the other side would definitely converge here.

Sure enough, just as he moved, he heard the sound of chaotic voices from the place of the previous exchange of fire.

Soone was shouting, seemingly calling for their own companions.

Song Heping listened to identify the location, estimated the positions, and started running quickly.

He needed to get behind them as fast as possible.

At the mouth of the alley, the sounds beca clearer, indicating the enemy was less than twenty ters away.

As long as he exited the alley and turned right, he would probably see the enemy.

Carefully and quickly, he peered out.

Sure enough, he saw the body of the Freedom Army soldier he had just killed lying on the ground, with several Freedom Army soldiers crouching near the corner of the building.

Without hesitation, Song Heping pulled out a hand grenade, removed the pin, and released it in his palm—

Ding—

The spring bolt released.

Counting two seconds silently.

He threw it—

"Grenade!"

The Freedom Army soldiers saw the grenade fall to the ground.

But they had no chance to evade.

The grenade barely rolled over twice before it exploded.

Boom—

"Ah—"

"Ah—"

The screams echoed sky-high.

Song Heping calmly extended his gun from the corner and began targeting and firing at the enemy.

Bang bang bang—

Bang bang—

Bang bang—

First was the guy who hadn't been injured by the blast and was trying to run, then followed up on those lying and moaning on the ground.

No one missed out.

Soon, the alley fell silent.

"Jiang Feng, Utekin, how's it going on your side, still engaged?"

"Still engaged! Their numbers seem to be increasing."

"Just hold on..."

Boom—

Before he could finish, the background echoed with an explosion.

It seed Jiang Feng and the others had been hit by an RPG attack.

In alley combat, especially in a place like the Middle East, RPGs are a weapon of choice.

It's as if everyone owns an RPG launcher, and without it, you can't fight.

"Hold on! I'm almost behind them!"

Song Heping dared not delay, stood up and continued his rapid detour.

Moving through the dark alleys of the city was extrely nerve-racking.

He was alone.

Unable to form a search formation with his teammates.

As a lone soldier, speed was everything.

Fast beats slow.

Penetrate behind the enemy, blast their rear.

It was the best approach.

But the deadly part was not knowing if an enemy would suddenly pop up ahead.

It was all about who was faster!

Whoever's gun was faster, whoever reacted faster, would survive.

A shadow appeared ahead, and Song Heping raised his gun for a firing estimate.

The opponent fell.

Without looking, Song Heping stepped over the body and advanced quickly.

The sound of the Desheka heavy machine gun grew closer.

That was the greatest threat to Jiang Feng and his group.

It must be taken out...

As he rounded yet another alley corner, suddenly—

At the end of the alley, at the intersection, a lit-up armored pickup truck was parked roadside, with a machine gunner in the bed, firing intensely towards a nearby spot.

Rattle, rattle, rattle—

Rattle, rattle, rattle—

The shell casings hit the ground with a crisp, pleasant sound.

But Song Heping noticed a severe problem.

There were many enemies!

It was first thought to be just a squad...

But it wasn't.

"Shit!"

He cursed over the channel.

"These bastards have an entire platoon!"