Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 6 Close combat

Chapter 6 Close combat
"Grenade!"

Thomas shouted, and the man suddenly hid behind the wall.

Although Song Heping didn't see clearly what was thrown in, he was not interested in looking.

Like Thomas, he shrank back against the wall, crouching down against the wall and curling up into a ball.

As long as the grenade does not fall directly in front of you, you will basically not be killed by the shock wave. If there is a wall, shrapnel will not kill you.

boom--

Explosions sounded one after another.

Although separated by a wall, the shock and loud noise caused by the explosion in the small space still made people feel a little tight in the chest, not to mention the ears. break.

After the explosion, the dust in the room became thicker and the vision became blurry instantly.

"shot!"

Thomas started shouting again.

As he spoke, he pointed his gun towards the back door and fired at the door.

Song Heping couldn't care less.

This is a common pattern for house invasions. The militants will definitely take advantage of the moment immediately after the explosion to attack. Anyone would do this.

Delaying time is the most important thing now. We don't expect to be able to kill the opponent, or to scare the opponent so that they don't dare to attack rashly. We only need to delay it for ten or eight minutes.

Song Heping didn't even dare to risk his head. If the other party had the same idea as him and scanned the inside when breaking the door, he would probably have his head blown off if he risked his head.

If you can't stand out, just scan blindly.

He grabbed the handle of the AKM with both hands and the handguard, moved out from behind the wall, pointed roughly at the door, just about right, and then pulled the trigger.

This method is very safe. The worst that can happen is that you get shot in the hand and lose your hand, but you won't lose your life.

Da da da da da——

Song Heping held the trigger and fired until most of the bullets in the magazine were consumed.

More than twenty bullet holes appeared on the front door.

Then I heard the muffled sound of something heavy falling to the ground behind the door.

Then he heard cursing. The other person was speaking in Arabic and speaking very fast. Song Heping couldn't hear clearly what was said, but his tone could be heard. It sounded a little angry. It looked like someone had been shot.

It’s okay to be furious.

What you want is the way the other person is anxious and unable to do anything about you.

"Sang, well done!"

Thomas was surprised when he witnessed Song Heping's performance and gave him a thumbs up in the room diagonally across the street.

"Have you received military training?"

Song Heping didn't want to answer this question, not to mention Thomas' damn accent was still so ugly that he couldn't even tell the difference between "Song" and "Mang".

"Be careful, they might go crazy!" Thomas said at the end, encouraging Song Heping: "Don't be afraid! Our people will be here in a few minutes."

Scared?
Song Heping suddenly remembered this word.

correct.

I didn't seem to feel scared.

He was also a little surprised by his own performance.

It stands to reason that a person who has never been baptized in actual combat would be a little panicked when he is involved in such a fierce firefight for the first time.

My heartbeat is indeed accelerating, but this acceleration is not due to fear...

But because of excitement...

I actually felt stimulated.

At this time, there was another movement outside the door, and Song Heping heard something being thrown in again.

The sound was dull and there was no sound of rolling on the ground.

It doesn’t seem to be a grenade this time?

No.

Still a grenade.

It was just a string of grenades... Song Heping saw the long snake-like things fall into the house and hit the floor of the living room.

He's an old-fashioned ammo bag stuffed with grenades.

It's crazy!
The attacker seemed to have completely lost his patience, so he planned to do it all at once. He strung more than a dozen grenades directly into strings and stuffed them into the ammunition bag. He pulled the safety cover at once, assembled them into big ones and threw them in.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of grass and mud horses ran wildly through Song Heping's mind, and the hair on his body stood on end.

While cursing the eighteen generations of bastards outside, he turned around and rushed to the corner to hide, wishing he could immediately dig a foxhole on the ground and crawl into it.

"Watch out big guy!"

He did not forget to warn Thomas.

It was estimated that less than three seconds passed before the tandem grenade that fell into the front hall exploded.

boom--

The explosion was so powerful that it directly penetrated the floor of the second floor, and even a corner of the roof of the second floor collapsed.

Song Heping, who was hiding in the corner, seemed to be experiencing a high-intensity earthquake. Bricks, sand and debris fell from the ceiling, covering him and half-burying him in an instant.

The other party definitely used more than just grenades. There were probably other things mixed in the ammunition bag, otherwise it wouldn't have been so powerful.

Song Heping raised his arms and hugged his head tightly.

One is to prevent the eardrum from being shocked, and the other is to avoid being opened.

As for other parts, even if it is hit, it will only be a fracture at most, and it will not kill you.

Song Heping was half buried in broken bricks and soil.

At this time, he was already a little unconscious and couldn't even feel pain. His consciousness seemed to be shaken out of his body, floating in the air like a kite. His ears were filled with buzzing sounds and he couldn't hear anything.

Sunlight shone in from the half-collapsed roof and fell on Song Heping, who was facing up to the sky. In his sight, the scenery in front of him was wrapped in a layer of colorful light and shadow, and the real world became somewhat magical and unreal in an instant.

blah blah-

Gunfire broke out.

The final moment finally arrived as the militants outside the house launched an attack.

A bullet hit the wall next to him that had collapsed, causing fine debris to fall on Song Heping's face.

He heard the chatter in Arabic again, coming from all directions, and the place was indeed surrounded.

I'm really going to die here this time...

Thinking of death, Song Heping was unwilling to give in.

Because I can't die.

As soon as he thought of this, he began to struggle to find an AKM assault rifle.

Unfortunately, my limbs didn't obey my command, and my vision was full of double images. I groped blindly in the rubble but found no clue.

The footsteps and voices were getting closer and closer, and the militants were already close at hand.

A black shadow suddenly appeared in Song Heping's sight like a reflection in a strange way, like a sneaky ghost.

Song Heping was lying on his back, and the other person was standing next to his head——

Familiar Arab robes, dirty face coverings, eyes full of violence and murderous intent.

The AK47 in the opponent's hand was aimed at Song Heping's forehead.

This is an old AK47 with average maintenance. It doesn’t have that shiny feeling. Maybe the rifling is almost worn out.

Song Heping couldn't understand that a place like Yilige, which was once known as a military power, actually still had such antique weapons.

But this does not prevent the other party from using this fire stick to easily beat his head into a rotten watermelon. The feeling of being pointed at a gun at close range is very scary, which makes Song Heping feel very uncomfortable.

Song Heping stared calmly, waiting for death to come.

call out--

puff--

Following the low sound of cracking the air, a bullet hole appeared in the militant's forehead, a ball of bloody human tissue spurted out from the back of his head, and the look in his eyes went out like a light bulb that had been turned off.

At this moment, the man's body softened and he directly pressed on Song Heping's body.

This was the second time in one day that Song Heping had the pleasure of having his face pressed against a corpse.

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