Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 3 Firefight
The bearded man reached out and patted Baseball Cap Hansen hard on the shoulder, then raised his gun and began to suppress the gunman across the road with continuous bursts of fire.

Hansen dragged one person from the ground and started running towards the buildings on the left side of the road under the cover of several other American soldiers.

The guy being dragged away didn't look like a member of the military. He was not wearing a military uniform or a military rank. He was only wearing a body armor and was holding a pistol. His face was a little pale, like a civilian official in the Green Zone.

Dangdangdang——

More and more stray bullets hit the car, which reminded Song Heping that if he didn't leave, it would be too late.

He decided to run and hide in a group of buildings.

As long as you hide in those intricate mud houses for more than ten minutes, the reinforcements from the US army will probably arrive.

"Aguan! We..."

While looking at the situation outside, he reached back to pull Aguan, but he felt his hand was wet.

Ominous thoughts came to mind again. Song Heping turned around suddenly and found that his hand was red.

Blood!

Aguan is hung up...

It was so sudden that he didn't even have a chance to hum, and he didn't even close his eyes.

A stray bullet penetrated the cab and hit the unfortunate guy in the head.

The pitifully thin body sheet metal of civilian cars cannot stop a 7.62-caliber warhead.

Seeing his friend die beside him, Song Heping felt as if a lump of numbness had been choked in his trachea, making him very uncomfortable.

Aguan is not easy either. A man in his thirties who has been married twice. He had two daughters with his first marriage. In order to pursue a boy, he divorced and found a second wife. The year before last, he got what he wanted and gave birth to a son. .

Ex-wife, current wife, three children, and Gaotang’s parents...

Everything is finished now.

The pillars were broken.

With no time to grieve, Song Heping turned around and ran away from the damn truck.

As soon as he put his head out, several bullets grazed his scalp and flew past, hitting the body of the car and causing a few clusters of small sparks. He was so shocked that he fell back into the cab.

There were gunshots everywhere, and you could still hear the chirping sound of bullets hitting the ground and drilling into the ground, or the clanking sound of being shot on a car.

It seemed like shots were being fired from all directions.

No idea where the enemy is.

Maybe from all directions.

"Male Gobi!"

Song Heping swore a curse word to embolden himself, then jumped out and ran away.

You must not be timid or afraid of death on the battlefield.

The more afraid you are, the more bullets will look for you.

Song Heping did not choose to run in the same direction as the American soldiers.

The opponent was running to the right, but he chose to go left.

The soldiers were the target of the attackers, but he was not. Following Hansen and Big Beard would definitely cost him his life.

The distance from the truck to the building was more than thirty meters, and Song Heping felt as long as three kilometers.

As I ran, I kept thinking silently in my heart that my parents’ spirits in heaven would bless me!
Can't die, can't die, I absolutely can't die!

My younger brother has just entered college and my younger sister is a freshman in high school. They are both waiting for me to send money back.

If they were gone, they wouldn't even be able to pay the tuition.

If they are gone, they will have to eat a hundred meals a day.

Before his death, my father confessed that his eldest brother was his father.

So I can't die.

Do not!
He is not qualified to die!
It only takes a few seconds to cover thirty meters, and Song Heping ran in a thrilling way.

Song Heping was lucky enough to successfully sneak into the local residential area and hide under a corner.

Before he could catch his breath, the bullet came.

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The sudden gunshot startled him, and he subconsciously shrank his head.

This shrinkage saved his life.

Several bullets hit the wall behind him, directly chipping away a piece of rammed earth.

Because the impact point was too close, the splashed soil hit Song Heping's face, causing a stinging sensation.

Song Heping didn't care to see where the enemy was, and quickly stood up and ran away.

Fortunately, the houses here are densely packed, with the distance between buildings less than four or five meters.

There was a courtyard in front of Song Heping with a wooden door.

The fright made him burst out with amazing strength, and he slammed the door inside.

As soon as he got up from the ground, he heard rapid footsteps coming from the alley behind him.

The attacker seemed determined to catch up with him, and it was too late to hide in the house.

Looking around, he found a large water tank in the yard. He quickly hid behind the water tank without having time to think about it.

In a place like Bakda, it doesn't rain a few times a year, so water is a precious resource. Many people have large water tanks in their homes for water storage.

Water has the advantage of blocking bullets, so hiding behind a water tank is a good choice.

Song Heping quickly took out the Beretta 92F pistol. Now the most reliable thing was the gun.

However, holding the gun in his hand, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The attacker used an AK47 assault rifle. He only had a pistol, and the firepower was not at the same level.

You'll suffer big losses if you fight!
Fortunately, the yard is small, so pistols can be used to try one's luck in hand-to-hand combat.

As long as you are ruthless enough, there may be a way to survive.

Just as he was waiting for the opportunity with bated breath, the sound of footsteps suddenly disappeared.

The air in the courtyard suddenly solidified.

Because of the nervousness, beads of sweat on Song Heping's forehead fell to the ground.

Outside the gate of the small courtyard, a masked gunman wearing an Arab robe leaned against the wall holding an AK47. He gently picked up a Soviet-made RGD5 grenade, bit off the tab and threw it into the courtyard.

Danglanglang——

The grenade rolled into the courtyard.

Just one glance made Song Heping furious.

"Fuck me!"

He quickly curled up and tried his best to hide behind the water tank.

boom--

Seconds later, an explosion went off.

Even though I was mentally prepared, the shock wave across my face was like a slap in the face, my eardrums were stinging, and my head was ringing. The sour and refreshing feeling cannot be described in words.

The water tank that was hit by the explosion was not exploded, leaving only a dozen small holes in it, and the water inside spurted out.

What Song Heping didn't know was that he had another brush with death.

The Russians' grenades have always been known for their inhumanity and great power, but the RGD5 grenade happens to be one of the less powerful ones.

This thing has a killing radius of only 15 meters and a charge of only 110 grams. It mainly relies on shrapnel to kill the opponent.

If the militants had thrown the Soviet-made F1 or the older RGD42, Song Heping would have been dead or disabled.

Before the explosion even hit the ground, armed men rushed in with guns in hand.

Song Heping was kneeling behind the water tank. He had not yet recovered from his out-of-body state.

The militants saw the large water tank at a glance.

A grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned the gun to empty the magazine.

At the critical moment, as expected, an accident occurred.

Maybe the Lord of Hell didn't intend to take away Song Heping today.

Another AK47 stuck out from the doorway of the earthen house, firing towards the militant.

When the militants found out, they wanted to turn their guns and fight back, but found that it was too late.

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The AK47 at the door of the room fired first.

The masked militant was shot several times in an instant.

At a distance of less than ten meters, the 7.62-caliber warhead penetrated the body as easily as through tofu, sending a chill to the heart.

When the militant fell down, he almost reflexively pulled the trigger at the door.

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Bullets were flying in the small courtyard, and dust was flying on the walls.

After a few seconds, the gunfire stopped.

Song Heping regained his composure and carefully stepped out from behind the water tank.

The scene in front of me was simply dumbfounding.

The militant who was chasing him was already lying on the ground, not dead yet, his body twitching, blood dripping out from under his body and forming a stream.

Song Heping carefully moved to his side and saw that the guy had been hit by a bullet in the neck, which probably cut off the blood vessels. Blood was flowing out like spring water.

But the militants did not die for the time being. When they saw Song Heping approaching, they reached out to touch the assault rifle that had fallen aside.

"What a tough guy..."

Song Heping stretched out his foot to kick away his assault rifle, but his heart was filled with anger. He thought, do I owe you a hundred and eighty thousand? As for biting me like this and not letting go?

The militant watched Song Heping kick away his gun, a trace of desperation flashed in his eyes, and without taking a breath, he tilted his head and died.

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