Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 716: Long Confrontation

Chapter 716: Long Confrontation
A full 48 hours later.

The heat waves condensed into a transparent curtain wall between the ruins of the ancient castle. Through the telescope of Lieutenant Colonel Yager, the ancient building not far away was as quiet as a tomb.

But he did not dare to continue the attack.

Only six remain.

Two attacks had been launched since the night before yesterday, but neither had been successful and two lives had been lost.

As a Mossad operations director, Yager had never encountered such a difficult problem - Song Heping and others in the building now obviously had access to water and food, and even guns and bullets taken from the bodies of his subordinates, as well as weapons such as grenades and broadsword mines.

This allowed the enemy to fight back stubbornly, enough to resist the attacks of these few people.

Although he also deployed personnel around the riverbed to trap Song Heping.

It's just like a tiger catching a giant tortoise, which has retreated into its shell and the tiger has no way to attack it.

It was obvious that Song Heping was fighting to the death with him.

See who can survive longer in the desert.

Try to communicate with the rear yourself.

However, no promises were obtained - two Black Hawks were lost, and it would be difficult to repeat last night's action. The Egyptian army on the Sinai Peninsula seemed to have sensed something and they strengthened their monitoring and defense of the coastline.

The order from headquarters is to wait.

When the right opportunity comes, we will send another team to provide support.

However, according to the weather forecast, it is estimated that it will take three days for there to be a thunderstorm and cloudy weather, which is suitable for them to take covert actions.

After all, in this land, rain is not so easy to wait for.

Staring at the dilapidated ancient building complex, Yager's molars made a teeth-grinding grinding sound - just eight hours ago, that damn Chinese man smashed the skull of his best commando with a captured HK416 assault rifle.

Seeing his best men falling in the mine pile and their bodies blown into the air, Yager almost collapsed.

However, more serious problems are waiting for Yager.

"Major, Group B has 300ml of water remaining."

Blood was oozing from the signalman's cracked lips, and the life monitoring system on the tactical tablet showed that the body temperature of two team members had exceeded 39 degrees Celsius.

Yager tore open the Velcro on his collar. Under his desert camouflage uniform was an old wound brought from the Gaza Strip, which was now burning slightly in his heart.

He wanted to rush in and tear Song Heping into pieces.

Meeting this Oriental man was the biggest nightmare of his life!

Now, he faced the choice of launching a charge to take the building, or staying here and dying of thirst...

This is a dilemma.

"We have to take action, otherwise we can only wait to die here. Now they are inside and we are outside. We are suffering more than them..."

Yager looked at the sky.

Although it is now dark again.

But the scorching sun during the day is still vivid in my mind.

Song Heping and others were sheltered by the roof of the house and were not exposed to the scorching sun.

He and his subordinates could only build simple tents with waterproof blankets on the hot sand under the scorching sun to provide shade and prevent themselves from being roasted like pigs.

"Major, this place is full of mines... We can't..."

One team member, his cracked lips moving, spoke out his thoughts with difficulty: "Why don't we just retreat to the beach..."

"There is no retreat! The mission is not completed! There is no such thing as a completed mission for the Mossad commandos!"

Yager roared with red eyes.

The high temperature, lack of water, and several tactical failures have driven him into a frenzy.

Any word about retreat or leaving pierced his nerves deeply.

"We are going to launch a final attack. Either they die or we die!"

The few surviving Mossad commandos heard the major's teeth clacking together with each word.

Under the dome of the ancient building, Sarah's moans echoed strangely between the stone walls.

As Jiang Feng shone his tactical flashlight on the wound, a swarm of sand fleas swarmed out of the rotting bandage. "Quick, give me some silver sulfadiazine gel. Her temperature is high, and she looks infected."

Song Heping dropped the confiscated medical kit onto the stone platform. The vacuum-packed bag, printed with Hebrew, shone coldly in the moonlight. "There's also thrombin powder."

Antonov's thick fingers pinched the surgical forceps, and when his heavy breath sprayed on the wound, the camel leather rope that Sarah was biting instantly straightened.

Suddenly, bursts of fire from the HK416 assault rifle were heard outside the castle, and the bullets blasted a fan-shaped rain of gravel into the gap in the observation platform.

The moment Song Heping fell, he saw Yager's figure flash by on the sand dune more than a hundred meters away. The Hebrew man deliberately exposed his position, as if he was venting his anger and tempting him to shoot back.

"He's calculating trajectory corrections."

Jiang Feng sat on the ground and disassembled his assault rifle into parts, wiping the dusty springs with camel oil. A precision assault rifle like the HK416 is not as durable as the AK when encountering wind and sand in the desert, and is very delicate.

The second bullet interrupted his words. The bullet accurately penetrated the cracks in the stone and made a fist-sized dent where Antonov had just sat.

"It looks like they've started activating the mechanics!"

Jiang Feng began to quickly combine his guns and issued a warning.

Sarah, who was lying on the ground, suddenly convulsed violently and then began to vomit violently.

The woman is currently suffering from a high fever and is in very bad condition.

Being injured in the desert could easily be fatal.

“Give me four minutes!”

Song Heping tore open the sealing cap of the hemostatic gel. This latest battlefield first aid product issued to the Hoopoe Special Forces was expanding into light pink foam in Sarah's abdominal cavity.

Chi chi chi——

Bullets were fired into the building, knocking off several rock fragments from the dome.

Song Heping raised his head and looked out through the gap. At the moment when the moonlight was obscured by the dust, he saw Yager's figure.

The Mossad commander stood at the edge of the minefield, making a throat-slitting gesture with the muzzle of his gun. Behind him were several corpses - they were the team members who died from mines yesterday and those he killed during the offensive in the past two days. At this moment, these corpses were swelling into a strange olive green due to the high temperature of 40 degrees for two consecutive days.

At 3:17 in the morning, Yager, who had crawled along the riverbed to a place only 30 meters outside the building, threw the last two stun grenades at the building. They were able to get here because the commandos had found a safe passage in the past two days at the cost of their lives while braving Song Heping's sneak attacks.

Only the last 3.1 meters are left to break into the building!
bang——

bang——

The infrasound waves produced by the explosion caused the castle's foundation to vibrate violently.

"rush!"

In the last thirty meters, Yager has decided to gamble his life!

He relied on his own feelings to judge where the probability of mines was higher and where it was lower, and then led the charge, hoping to take advantage of the time gained by the stun grenades to rush to the gate of the ancient building.

As long as he got there, he was confident that he could kill Song Heping.

With every step he took, Yager felt his heart beating wildly.

My scalp and face are numb.

That's because of tension, which causes blood to rush to the head.

Thirty meters.

A few seconds.

But it is the moment that decides life or death.

"I am coming!"

The gate of the ancient building is right in front of you.

Yager suddenly realized that his luck had finally come.

In these thirty meters, he didn't trigger a single landmine!
"Follow my steps!"

He pressed himself against the wall outside the building's gate, yelling at his men.