Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 758 Trapped
In the thick darkness, Song Heping's back was pressed against the slope's earth, hiding his figure. He even breathed very carefully to avoid releasing heat.

The residual heat from the M249 barrel was dissipating, and he could clearly feel the burning pain from the bulletproof insert on his left rib - that was the proof of being hit continuously by 5.56mm steel core bullets.

He was injured after all.

He reached out and touched the painful area.

No sticky liquid was felt.

Fortunately, I had just stripped off a bulletproof vest from the corpse, otherwise I would have been dead this time.

Fifty meters away, six dark red figures formed a fan-shaped advancing formation in the thermal imager.

The leading mercenary wore an American-made AN/PVS-15 night vision goggle, its lenses gleaming with a faint green light. They paused every three steps, their gun muzzles moving in a precise 120-degree sweep as their heads rotated.

Song Heping lay behind the mound, trying to make himself as quiet as a corpse.

He is waiting.

Because less than ten meters ahead, there was a simple trip-type booby trap.

It was made by stringing together grenades picked up from real objects. It was not a sophisticated booby trap because there was not enough time.

When the enemy is strong and we are weak, we have to adopt guerrilla tactics.

If you want to drag it out, you must drag the other party to death.

Every time the other party pursues them, they have to pay a price.

Slowly torture each other in the dark and make them collapse.

Click——

Song Heping's pupils suddenly contracted.

There was the distinctive vibration of metal reeds and the sound of shrapnel falling from an M67 defensive grenade in front.

This gadget is shaped like a standard sphere and uses a flip-up firing pin detonation design. It has a diameter of 63.5mm, a total length of 89.7mm, and is loaded with 184 grams of high-performance B explosive. Its damage radius reaches 15 meters, and the fragmentation range can reach 250 meters.

Just as the sound of shrapnel reached his ears, Song Heping threw out another M67 with the safety ring pulled out, which he had already held in his hand.

"Booby Trap!"

Several "Satan" mercenaries who surrounded them also heard the sound of grenade fragments bouncing, and one of them shouted a warning.

Several people turned around urgently to find cover and fell to the ground in the shortest time possible.

All this was within Song Heping's expectations.

Trying to kill these elite mercenaries with such a simple booby trap is nothing but a pipe dream.

The M67 in your hand is the protagonist.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Several grenades simply hung in the bushes exploded at the same time. The high temperature ignited the nearby dead branches, and the burning flames drew strange blue tracers in the night sky, which just interfered with the "Big Raven" drone that had been providing on-site monitoring in the air.

The drone pilot's screen was completely white.

“He’s creating a heat shield!”

Before he could finish his words, another M67 grenade thrown by Song Heping exploded.

The grenade that fell next to several mercenaries made it impossible for them to dodge - if they stood up and ran, they would be injured by the grenade on the booby trap, and if they lay still on the ground, they would be injured by the grenade thrown at them.

So they could only roll on the spot to avoid it.

But there was still one unlucky guy who got caught.

Because the distance was too close, the shock wave blew him over and hit him hard against the tree trunk next to him.

The violent shock wave carried with it a lot of prefabricated fragments, more than ten of which penetrated into his body and penetrated into places where there was no bulletproof plate, causing him to scream in pain.

"Ah—damn it! It hurts!"

Screams echoed through the woods.

Every "Satan" mercenary who heard the screams began to tremble inexplicably in their hearts.

They were like fighting a demon in this jungle.

The other side seemed to have merged into the darkness, and if we were not careful, we would pay a heavy price.

The team leader of Team 2 lifted his shattered mask and yelled into his headset, "Switch to low-light mode! Outflank the blast point at ten o'clock!"

Just when they reacted, Song Heping had already moved his position again, without wasting any second in the same place.

Before leaving, he took off the tactical strap he got from the dead mercenary and connected two VOG-25P jumping grenades in series to form a booby trap array.

When the pursuer's heavy boots stepped on the branch that served as the trigger, the prefabricated fragments with a 0.3-second delay would penetrate the skull from the lower jaw.

bang bang——

Suddenly, the crisp sound of an HK416 assault rifle was heard from the northwest.

Song Heping's right shoulder armor plate caved in, and the huge impact force caused him to crash into a half-meter-deep pit. The M249 light machine gun in his hand fell out of his hand and fell to the side.

"Fuck me!"

A huge pain was transmitted to the brain after a brief numbness.

Song Heping's body couldn't help but tremble, which was the natural reaction of the human body when experiencing severe pain. But he quickly gritted his teeth and suppressed the pain.

Because this is not the time to cry out in pain.

Otherwise it would be death.

He moved his right hand.

The movement of my arm is somewhat restricted and it is painful when I lift it up.

But I can still hold on.

The tolerance training I had received came in handy at this point.

In addition to the dopamine secretion in the brain that relieves pain like a stimulant, strong willpower also plays a huge role at this time.

"I hit him!"

Someone in the distance shouted with joy, as if he had won the jackpot.

rustling --

rustling --

Footsteps continued to be heard, all coming towards this side.

These guys are like hyenas on the savannah.

Once they smell something, they will flock to you and take your life when you are sick.

“Three o’clock! He’s there.”

A mercenary's shouting suddenly stopped.

Song Heping had already raised the 56 submachine gun in his hand and fired a short burst of shots at him.

The 7.62 intermediate-power bullet easily tore through the Kevlar helmet, and the crisp sound when the bullet lodged in the skull even drowned out the sound of the gunshot.

The "Satan" mercenaries shouted joyfully at the sound of their guns.

Song Heping's burst of shooting just now has completely exposed the position.

Unlike the previous times, this time he had no time to move at all.

clap clap clap-

clap clap-

Choo Choo Choo--

Bullets rained down around the pit, breaking the bushes and splashing mud.

Song Heping could only squat in the pit, with the nerves in his brain tense to the extreme.

The "Big Raven" drone returned to normal at this time, and the image of the flight controller became clear again.

"He's hiding in a pit about forty meters away from you, at the three o'clock position..."

This guy calmly delivered the information to each of his companions through the channel.

The well-trained "Satan" mercenaries immediately adjusted their direction and formation. This time, they thought they could kill Song Heping in the pit and eliminate this terrifying target.

"call--"

In the pit, Song Heping let out a long breath.

Now he knew he had no way out.

The sound of gunfire from Devil's Rock became more intense.

This shows that Jiang Feng and his men are also organizing a counterattack.

The situation seems to have improved.

Before, they were being beaten and couldn't even lift their heads, let alone fight back. It was a blessing that they could hide behind the rocks and avoid death.

There was no radio communication channel between him and Jiang Feng, so everything depended on tacit understanding. When to organize a counterattack depended on whether Jiang Feng was in sync with him.

It now seems that Jiang Feng has a good grasp of timing.

He also tried to relieve the pressure on himself.

The effect just looks ordinary.

But it also seems to be expected.

The combat effectiveness of this mysterious team chasing him is no less than that of Mossad's commandos and CIA's "Watchmen". When they have the advantage in numbers and equipment, how could they let Jiang Feng and his team's Type 56 assault teams gain the upper hand?
"Could it be..."

Song Heping laughed at this time.

Whenever he was in a desperate situation, Song Heping would not be afraid, but would want to laugh instead.

Maybe I tried my best but still couldn't do it, so death may be inevitable and there would be no regrets.

People like him really don't take life and death lightly.

Sometimes, keeping the last bullet for yourself is the coolest thing to do.

This exchange of fire is enough to make me proud. I killed so many enemies by myself and successfully fought back in adversity. I am not lonely at all on the road to the underworld.

(End of this chapter)