Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 238: Hit

No matter how powerful Song Heping was, he was powerless to save the situation at this point.

The enemy has an entire squadron of troops.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe the bullets as pouring rain.

He and Rabbani were suppressed behind the mound and couldn't even lift their heads.

There was no chance to even reach out with the gun.

With the density of this kind of barrage, your hands can be broken and your gun can be destroyed.

Da da da--

A burst of gunfire came from behind. It turned out that Mist, who had retreated more than 30 meters, was hiding on the slope and shooting at the Persian border police who were attacking from the opposite side.

Mist's marksmanship is quite good. He never misses a shot and kills two people with just two shots.

The border police were attacked suddenly and their attack speed suddenly slowed down. The border police at the front immediately looked for cover on the spot.

As a result, the pressure on Song Heping was suddenly reduced.

He pulled Rabbani from the ground and shouted, "Run!"

Then raise your gun and shoot to suppress the fire in front.

Rabbani staggered a few meters, but he was still too timid. He was afraid that someone would shoot at him from behind, so he threw himself into a pit in front of him and hid inside, trembling.

"Reload!"

Song Heping quickly emptied a magazine of bullets and immediately retreated behind the mound to replace the magazine.

According to tactical coordination, after Rabbani finds a hiding place, he should immediately open fire to support Song Heping.

Unexpectedly, he was so scared that he hid in the pit and didn't dare to show his head.

Mist on the slope began to curse wildly again.

If three people cooperate, they can output continuous firepower.

At this time, Rabbani's fear made the tactical coordination of the entire team completely unable to keep up, and the firepower was cut off.

What worried Mist the most was that he discovered unusual movements on the border police side.

"They're starting to flank us! We need to get out of here quickly!"

Song Heping yelled, "FCUK! I want to leave too!"

Before he could finish his words, bullets hit the mound of earth, and the falling soil particles splashed all over his body.

"Shoot, Rabbani!"

Song Heping shouted back.

But there was still no response from Rabbani.

Song Heping was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

Because he found someone was outflanking him, Mist had to switch to flank defense and shot down two of the border police who were moving more than a hundred meters away.

"Song! I can't take care of you! You have to run on your own!"

He's right.

He had no time to worry about frontal defense.

Three people are too few!
There was also a coward in there who caused trouble and greatly weakened the combat effectiveness.

If they don't intercept the flanking attackers in time, the three of them will soon be surrounded and attacked from different directions, which will be almost a dead end.

Therefore, Song Heping has to bear the front alone.

Anyway, Rabbani can no longer be relied upon.

Mist turned to the flank, and the frontier police offensive team suddenly became active.

Under Abel's command, they stood up from behind their cover and began to attack Song Heping in a fan formation.

Abel was, after all, an experienced border police officer.

He knew that although Song Heping was an accurate shooter, he was alone after all.

No matter how strong you are, you are still just one person.

Attacking in a fan formation will expand the attack line in front of you, which is very effective against a single target.

Because one person cannot shoot at all the enemies within a hundred meters in front at the same time.

Song Heping could only fire two shots here and two shots there. If he fired to the left, he would charge on the right; if he fired to the right, he would leap forward on the left.

In this way, no effective obstruction can be formed at all.

Sure enough, Song Heping discovered the problem after killing three more border policemen.

The other party is getting closer and closer to him.

Soon they had rushed to within a hundred meters.

"What a bastard!"

At this time, Song Heping no longer had the heart to scold Rabbani for asking him for help.

Soon, he was suppressed behind the mound by dense firepower.

Although Song Heping didn't see the situation in front, he guessed that the other party was probably about fifty meters away.

So he took out the grenades and put them all beside him.

Then he took out one, pulled out the pull ring and held it in his hand. He secretly stuck his head out from the left side of the pile, glanced at the environment in front as quickly as possible, and then retracted it as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, bullets soon poured down on the left side of the mound, sending sand and rocks flying everywhere.

However, Song Heping had already seen the approximate location of the border police.

He quickly threw the first grenade.

Then the second one.

The third one.

Every time I threw the ball, it hit the target from behind the mound and never showed up.

But the grenade's accuracy was surprisingly good.

boom--

Grenades exploded one after another.

Soon, Song Heping heard screams.

This means that your grenade injured the other party.

While the smoke from the last grenade explosion was still rising, Song Heping immediately launched a counterattack, moved to the right side of the mound, and fired three bursts of shots from behind a concealed structure.

The border police, who were already trembling with fear from the grenade explosion, had not yet reacted when three people had already lost their lives.

The exchange of fire in front was seen by Lieutenant Abel in the distance.

He was shocked when he saw it through the telescope.

So far, the battle has only been going on for more than ten minutes, and more than a dozen men have died.

There were only two people on the other side who fired the shots.

"Who are these two people..."

He held up the telescope, looked through it, and muttered to himself.

The deputy next to him was also shocked: "Captain, I think it's the US special forces."

The muscles on Abel's face twitched violently.

Today's loss is really huge.

You know, if someone dies, you have to pay a large sum of pension.

This money is not a pension received through formal channels, but a customary agreement and a rule within their squadron.

After getting involved in the drug trafficking business, the entire squadron became collusion with each other, everyone got a share of the money, and a set of welfare standards were established.

You take out a percentage of your monthly income and save that much. The savings will be used in the event that you die or are injured and unable to work in the future. In addition to the money given by the government, the team will also give you a sum of money.

more than ten……

It hurt him just thinking about it.

I can't pay for this myself, I have to let that bastard Kavasi pay for it! Half of the more than 20 border police officers who attacked head-on were already dead.

Everyone was terrified because they had never seen such a powerful enemy.

It's like the god of death.

Once morale is low, having more people is useless.

A platoon leader who was in charge of leading the attack was dead.

Now the remaining dozen or so border police are all hiding behind cover and dare not move.

Abel was immediately furious when he saw this. He picked up the walkie-talkie and started cursing: "What's going on! Why are you all hiding? Attack quickly! We're very close!"

Indeed, the distance is very close.

Only more than thirty meters.

But even in these thirty meters, no one was willing to lead the charge.

Because whoever rushes will die.

Definitely.

The two light machine guns mounted more than 200 meters away were completely unable to cause fatal damage to Song Heping.

He hid in the dirt.

No one knows when it will emerge.

Moreover, the gun was drawn too quickly, taking a life with each shot.

The light machine gunner's reaction was not as fast as his. When he turned the gun to shoot at him, he had already retreated.

Use continuous fire to suppress them. The people attacking in front have stopped moving and are scared out of their wits. It is useless to suppress Song Heping. It is a waste of bullets.

"Send the entire second platoon up immediately! Immediately!"

Abel turned around and gave orders to the second row of soldiers who were already on standby at the back.

"Everyone, push forward! You dozens of people can't take down one person?! Are you all useless?!"

While Abel was giving the orders, Song Heping actually lay on the ground and crawled along the pile of earth into the pit where Rabbani was.

He was secretly glancing into the distance at this moment.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

Abel was the supreme commander.

He must be taken away!
But just as he made up his mind, the machine gunner in the distance seemed to have discovered Song Heping and immediately shot at him.

Song Heping suddenly felt a pain on his face and quickly shrank back into the pit.

When I touched it, my hands were covered in blood.

Rabbani looked at Song Heping and frantically pulled off his scarf, wanting to explode it.

Song Heping touched the wound and found that it was a scratch on the right cheek, a superficial injury.

so close!

If the bullet had hit closer to the center, I would have been killed.

This was the first time I was so close to death.

No matter how brave Song Heping was, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"I'm fine, just a superficial wound."

After saying that, he turned around and shouted towards the hillside: "Laomi! They have a commander. Kill their commander. He's next to the off-road vehicle two hundred meters away!"

Mist had just suppressed the border police who were surrounding him. When he heard Song Heping shouting, he immediately turned his gun around, moved to a position where he could see the truck and SUV in the distance, aimed at Abel and fired a burst of shots.

Da da da--

"Did you win?!"

Song Heping heard the gunshots and asked loudly.

Mist hid behind the hillside and yelled, "FUCK! This damn gun! It missed!"

"You're a fucking seal! You can't even hit the target at 200 meters!" Song Heping couldn't help but scold him again.

Mist yelled, "It's this broken gun! Give me an MK18 and see if I can hit him!"

Song Heping laughed angrily: "I'll give you an intercontinental missile! I can blow him into a pulp!"

Abel is not dead.

It was indeed the gun.

The guns they used were all taken from the soldiers of the Revolutionary Brigade. These imitation AK47s were hand-made products from the village of Lada in northwest Pakistan. They were of good quality and durable, but their accuracy was terrible.

At a distance of more than 200 meters, he relied on mechanical sights, and the time he had to aim was too short, so it was inevitable that he would miss.

In fact, it was not completely missed. At least one bullet hit Lieutenant Abel.

It was just a hit on the arm.

Just a scratch.

But it also scared Lieutenant Abel a lot.

He quickly hid in the car, picked up the intercom and began to roar frantically: "Second Platoon Leader! Within ten minutes, I want to see their bodies! Otherwise, I will make you a corpse!"

It has come to this point, and the second platoon leader has no way out.

No matter how accurate Song Heping's shooting skills are, the people in the second row must fight desperately.

"Everyone, come on! Everyone, come on! Spread out the attack line! He can't stop us. There's only one person on the other side!"

The addition of the second row immediately gave the border police new confidence.

There were more than forty people on the front line of the attack, all of whom dispersed and formed a skirmish line of about one hundred meters.

The machine gun began to spit out flames wildly, happily spraying bullets towards Song Heping.

This time, Song Heping felt that the god of death was approaching.

The border police who were suppressed by him more than 30 meters away and dared not move launched a charge.

Someone finally started using grenades at this time.

This is what Song Heping fears the most.

Soon, grenades flew over and landed around the pit.

Finally, a grenade fell into the pit.

Song Heping picked it up and threw it away.

Another one fell into the pit.

Song Heping quickly picked it up and threw it back again.

The third time, two missiles fell together and landed next to Song Heping.

Song Heping pulled Rabbani up in desperation, rolled out of the pit, and hid behind a pile of soil.

Then, before he could lie down properly, a chirping sound rang in his ears.

He felt a sudden shock on the right side of his chest, and two seconds later, pain came like a tide, so painful that tears were about to burst out of his eyes.

"I've been shot!"

The mound was not thick enough and the distance was too close, so the bullet went straight through it and injured Song Heping.

"Song! Are you okay?"

Seeing this, Mist no longer cared about flanking the troops and fired wildly at the border police who were attacking head-on, trying to stop their attack.

Just all to no avail.

He was soon hit by a bullet, and after screaming, he retreated behind the slope.

"Song, I can't stop it! We're all going to die here!"

He burst out laughing.

Song Heping endured the pain and reached out to take a grenade from Rabbani.

He looked at Rabbani calmly and said, "When they come to see us later, you know what to do, right?"

Rabbani was completely stunned.

How to do?
He said...

Is it a mutual destruction?
　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)