Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 227 Running on the Mountain Road
Song Heping turned around and shot, a long burst of shots.

Several militants seven or eight meters away were caught off guard, blood splattered on their chests like punctured tomatoes, and they fell to the ground screaming.

Kavasi was worthy of being the captain of the commando team. The moment Song Heping turned around, he was not stupid enough to raise his gun and fight back like his men did.

Perhaps it was his intuition that saved his life.

The first thing he did was to rush into a nearby corridor.

Turns out he was right.

Song Heping's gun drawing and shooting speed were simply beyond their reach.

Several of his men fell less than two meters in front of him, staring at him with terrified eyes, as if asking for help, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

The two guards in charge of guarding the cave entrance did not react immediately. They had no idea what was going on. After being stunned for two seconds, they remembered to fight back.

But God will not give them another chance.

Because there was a Navy SEAL named Mist standing between them.

bang bang——

Almost at the same time as Song Heping's gunshot, Mist responded reflexively. He raised his hand, and a tongue of fire spurted out of the AK47. A short burst of fire knocked down the guard on the right.

He fired two bullets without even looking at where the bullets would hit, and just turned around and shot.

bang bang——

The action was so fast that just as the other guard was about to raise his gun, the bullet had already pierced his head.

fast!
quasi!
ruthless!
Features of special forces attack.

The previously peaceful scene suddenly became murderous.

After killing him, Song Heping didn't say anything more. He just pulled out a grenade and threw it in as quickly as possible.

The grenade fell directly into the corridor where Kawasi was hiding. This guy was lucky enough to die. There was a room next to it for the guards at the door to rest and take turns.

He dodged and rushed in.

He was also extremely lucky that the door was not locked.

From the time Song Heping fired the gun until now, if Kashiwa had been a little less lucky, or the door was locked, or he had lost his temper and wanted to fight Song Heping with a gun, he would probably have been dead by now.

So the captain is still the captain.

Luck is still luck.

He will not die unless the King of Hell takes him away.

boom--

The blast rushed into the house, bringing with it dust that covered Kavasi's face.

At this moment, he finally understood that the person he was facing was not an ordinary soldier.

It is definitely not someone sent by other armed groups in the Xinjinyue area. They must be members of the special forces.

As for who.

He had no time to think.

Song Heping's smooth killing method made the commando captain known as the "Helmand Monster" lose the courage to resist.

He hid behind the door of the room and started yelling to alert everyone that something was wrong.

At this time, Song Heping and the other two had already started running as fast as they could, heading towards the hillside to the right of the cave entrance, where there were a few trees and the car was parked.

The three of them ran while Mist cursed.

He was cursing Rabbani.

Because when he killed the two guards just now, he was responsible for attacking one side and Rabbani should have been responsible for the other side.

As a result, he took care of both of them, while Rabbani stood there stupidly without reacting.

This made him very angry.

If the other guard on the other side had reacted a little faster, he would have been the one to die.

From the perspective of a special forces member, Mist's scolding was absolutely correct.

But he forgot that the Rabbani in front of him was just a small local leader under the revolutionary brigade, and his skills and tactics were not up to par at all.

Asking him to make the fastest and most correct response in a timely manner without any discussion or established plan is obviously too much to ask.

There is an armed man under a tree in the direction of the parking lot.

Hearing gunshots at the cave entrance, he came out with his gun to see what was going on.

Before he could see clearly, Song Heping had already fired three shots at him in the moonlight.

blah blah-

Three rounds of firing.

The militants guarding the vehicle fell to the ground.

Everything went so smoothly.

Song Heping took a fancy to an armed pickup truck at first sight.

A DShK heavy machine gun was mounted in the hood of the car.

This thing will be very useful when shaking off pursuers.

“That pickup truck!”

Song Heping was also unambiguous. He went straight to the rear of the car and said to Mist: "You and Rabbani sit in the front. Rabbani, you lead the way, and I will provide firepower interception in the back for you."

Mist gave Song Heping a thumbs up.

It's great to work with this young man.

There is a sense of calmness.

Rabbani is a good driver and is familiar with the roads here.

Song Heping was obviously the most dangerous one in the back carriage.

But he chose such a tactical arrangement, which shows that he would not compromise for the sake of his personal safety and let himself go to the carriage to be responsible for fire interception while he drove himself.

This is the example and style of a true battlefield commander.

Mist used to think that although Song Heping was powerful, he was also a wild one.

But after recent contact, he found that this young man was more than qualified to join the Navy SEALs.

"No keys! FUCK!"

Mister started swearing as soon as he got into the driver's seat.

Because there is no key in the jack.

Fortunately, he found a dagger from the body of the militant just now, so he inserted the knife into the plastic shell under the steering wheel and pried it hard, pulling out the circuit, and then started to connect the wires and start the ignition.

This kind of craft seal needs to be learned, and it comes in handy at this time.

But not having the key did waste time.

While Mist was trying to find a way to start a fire, Song Heping had no time to look at what was happening. He jumped onto the carriage, grabbed the DShK heavy machine gun, and turned the muzzle towards the cave entrance.

"Rabani, go shoot through the tires of the other cars!"

"it is good!"

Rabbani quickly took up his gun and punctured the tires of all the vehicles under the tree.

Song Heping checked the ammunition reserves in the carriage.

In addition to the loaded ammunition box on the DShK heavy machine gun, there were five spare ammunition in the carriage.

This means that including the magazine on the machine gun, he has a total of 300 rounds of bullets.

That should be enough to hold out for a while.

The revolutionary brigade militants in the cave finally reacted at this time.

People ran away!
And the man had already run out of the cave.

All that remained in the loading room were corpses.

The other party ran away from the ventilation duct.

All the armed men began to rush towards the cave entrance, trying to get out and intercept them.

The first wave of militants had just run out of the cave, and before they could see the direction of Song Heping and others, they were greeted by a volley of 12.7 caliber DShK bullets.

Everything——

Everything——

Everything——

The sound of the DShK heavy machine gun was very dull.

But the power is not small at all.

Several militants who had just run out of the cave were shot directly through by machine gun bullets.

The DShK heavy machine gun can easily hit targets at a distance of 1500 meters and can penetrate the side armor of ordinary armored vehicles without any problem.

What's more, hitting the human body?
The two most powerful bullets directly penetrated three people.

The blood didn't splash out, it was directly exploded.

The people who were still at the back were splashed with blood as soon as they reached the cave entrance, and they retreated again.

Kavasi stood at the door with a gun in hand, barking like a mad dog: "Get out! Get out! They're in the parking lot, there are only three of them!"

The militants who were hiding at the entrance of the cave against the wall and dared not move forward were already cursing in their hearts.

go out?!
rush?!

If you are so capable, just go for it!

12.7mm bullet okay!
If a bullet hits the limbs, the animal will have to be amputated. If it hits the torso, the animal will be killed immediately. The speed at which pigs are slaughtered in the slaughterhouse is not as fast as this.

Seeing that his men didn't dare to charge, Kavasi was helpless.

He also knew that the heavy machine guns at the door were not to be trifled with. Now he suddenly realized one thing: there were too few exits here.

"Go to the evacuation passage at the back! Go around from there!"

Kavasi finally got it.

Of course, the cave doesn't have only one exit.

They also dug two backup escape routes in case of emergency.

It finally came in handy at this time.

But now they have to run back to the backup channel, and this back and forth consumes a lot of their energy.

On Song Heping's side, Mist finally started the car.

Hearing the roar of the engine, Mist laughed out loud, glanced at the dashboard, made sure there was enough fuel, quickly shifted gears, and backed the car out of its original position.

This shake of the head almost threw Song Heping away.

This time it was Song Heping's turn to curse.

He pounded the cab a few times and yelled, "Old Mi, can you drive more steadily? You think you're in a movie? You're shaking your head!"

Mister laughed heartily. Even though he was being scolded, he felt very happy.

After all, everything went well.

It seemed that he could escape.

Can you be unhappy?

"Song, where are we going to find a phone or something?!"

Mist drove at full speed and shouted loudly at Song Heping in the back of the car.

The only most terrible thing now is that no one has any communication equipment.

Anyone with a satellite phone, GPS positioning device or even a radio can immediately contact the ISA headquarters.

It’s a pity that there is nothing now.

Normally, there are communication equipment everywhere and every soldier has a radio, but now there is really nothing we can do.

In a normal country, you can find a phone in any village, but in Afghanistan...

Finding a phone is not easy.

It's okay in big cities like Kabul and Kandahar, but it's simply wishful thinking in small places on the southern border.

Not to mention mobile phones, there is no internet.

It’s not that no one has a satellite phone, but the only people who have one are the leaders of the armed factions.

"I don't know either. Let's head to Kandahar first! I hope the drones can spot us!"

Song Heping was also helpless.

This kind of problem is not something he can solve.

"Look over there! They're coming!"

Lanier, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly pointed at the hillside on the right and shouted.

Song Heping turned around and looked.

I noticed six pairs of car lights moving on the hillside, obviously coming over the hillside and towards me.

"How come they are so fast!?" Song Heping asked in surprise.

Lanier exclaimed, "There must be an alternate route out that way."

Song Heping looked at the cave entrance again.

The direction of the cave entrance also became lively.

I vaguely saw car lights coming on.

After I stopped guarding the cave entrance, the people inside came out.

However, he was not worried that the people coming out of the cave would pose any threat to him. After all, none of the tires of the vehicles coming from the cave were intact.

The biggest threat came from the six cars that emerged from behind the hill.

Everything——

Everything——

Everything——

The vehicle in the distance actually opened fire!

whoosh-

whoosh-

Whizzing--

Song Heping could hear the sound of large-caliber bullets flying through the air.

Fortunately, the distance was about 500 meters, and the militant's shooting skills were average, so he missed.

It is not easy to control the accuracy when shooting while moving. To hit the target, you have to be at least within 300 meters.

But the pursuers from the revolutionary brigade didn't care about that. They were only responsible for shooting and shooting at any car they saw belonging to Song Heping.

After all, they have a lot of people and cars.

But I can't do that.

Although there are still more than 200 rounds of bullets, they must be used sparingly because I don’t know where to get replenishment, and there may not be any more at all.

The imitation AK47 assault rifle on his body only has 4 magazines. It is probably not durable and cannot last long.

Being able to escape all the way to Kandahar is undoubtedly the best, and avoiding excessive exchange of fire is the best option, but Song Heping also knows that it is not that easy.

This place is at least 500 kilometers away from Kandahar.

With the car and road conditions like this, it would be a blessing if we could get back to Kandahar by dawn.

The most terrifying thing is that you don’t know how many interceptions you will encounter along the way.

"Laomi, can you drive faster? They're catching up!"

Song Heping found that the pursuers were getting closer and closer to his car.

He couldn't help but doubt Mist's driving skills.

As a Navy SEAL, he must be proficient in special driving, but how could he not be able to shake off those peasant pursuers?
But when I think about it, it seems very reasonable.

A strong dragon will not overwhelm a local snake.

The soldiers of the revolutionary brigade were all born and raised here. They have long been accustomed to the road conditions here. Moreover, they are very familiar with the terrain, roads, and paths. Outsiders have no way of gaining an advantage over them.

Song Heping suddenly felt that something was wrong.

To escape back to Kandahar easily.

One word - difficult.

Two words - too difficult!
The pursuing vehicles soon came within 300 meters.

Song Heping had already aimed his DShK at the lead vehicle.

He is still waiting.

Save your ammunition and hit the target with one shot.

The enemy's firepower was very fierce, and the machine guns kept firing without stopping.

The sound of bullets breaking through the air is really enough to make you break out in a cold sweat.

Although these guys’ shooting skills are not very good, who can guarantee that a blind cat will not catch a dead mouse?
He felt that the bullets were getting smaller and smaller, and were converging more and more towards him.

So Song Heping decided that he could not wait any longer.

We must take action and kill the leading car.

It doesn't matter if you waste more ammunition.

It's important to save your life!

Everything——

Everything——

Everything——

Song Heping pulled the trigger at a pickup truck that was in front of him and had just entered the range of 300 meters.

In fact, in this situation, Song Heping couldn't guarantee that every shot would hit the target.

So he chose to shoot continuously.

If the DShK heavy machine gun is fired wildly with the trigger squeezed, it will be highly inaccurate because of the huge recoil, which will cause the dispersion to be too large.

So he chose to fire three shots in a burst, which could maintain a certain coverage area and a certain accuracy.

When Rabbani saw Song Heping shooting, he felt that the distance was too far and he would miss.

In fact, he was wrong.

The headlights of the nearest car shook violently, then it staggered off the road, plunged down the hillside and hit a big rock directly. The militant in the passenger seat was thrown out like a cannonball, broke the windshield and "stuck" into the big rock in front of him, causing his brain to burst.

The machine gunner in the carriage also became a flying man, flew over the rocks, fell down the hillside, and died on the spot.

"Hit it! Great marksmanship!"

Rabbani got excited and started shouting.

At this distance, if you shoot yourself, it's just a matter of luck, and whether you hit the target or not depends entirely on fate.

The remaining five cars seemed frightened and immediately began to slow down.

Mist seized the opportunity, stepped on the accelerator, and the pickup truck kicked up thick dust on the dirt road and rushed towards Kandahar.

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