Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 770: Flag Raising Battle
In the direction of the rebel armed forces' artillery position, Song Heping raised his head from the mud, wiped his face, and touched something warm. He pulled it off with his hands and took a look.

I could vaguely see that it was an intestine.

"Fuck..."

Even though he had experienced countless bloody scenes, he still felt his stomach churning at this moment.

Just now, when he, Disaster Star and Antonov were planning to launch a surprise attack on Damar's troops from the flank, they suddenly discovered this artillery position.

Although this artillery position posed no threat to him for the time being, it was a huge trouble for Maria and others in the woods.

It is probably this reason that caused heavy casualties among the Eastern European mercenaries brought by Nicholas.

Attacking enemy artillery positions is a wise choice.

But the violent explosion blew up the mud on the ground in the swamp area and almost buried Song Heping.

The militants who had discovered that their artillery position had been destroyed began to attack the location of the artillery position under the order of the commander. In the surrounding darkness, clusters of muzzle flames flickered like stars.

Bullets rained down, hitting the surrounding trees with a crackling sound.

"Retreat to the woods!"

The artillery position is in a depression, which can certainly be used as a shelter, but it would be a stupid decision for Song Heping to let Antonov and Disaster Star join him in establishing a firepower point here.

If the number of people is too small, even if a firepower point is established, it will not be able to withstand the charge of a large force.

The secret to defeating a larger force with a smaller one must be mobile warfare.

"No! These guys may be shooting randomly, but there are too many of them. If we retreat now, we will die!"

Antonov was breathing heavily, lying behind a mound in the depression, firing at the locations where muzzle flashes were flashing while responding to Song Heping's orders.

"Queen!"

Song Heping immediately called the Queen on the channel.

The Queen is the sniper responsible for supporting Song Heping's team.

"Look at me!"

About two hundred meters away from the depression where Song Heping and others were, the queen had already set up her modified SVD semi-automatic sniper rifle.

This gun is one of the two special sniper rifles captured by Song Heping during the Mosul sniper battle in Yiligo.

One of them was given to the Queen.

This gun has high accuracy and the barrel has been modified. The bullet impact dispersion and stability are several levels higher than ordinary SVD.

The biggest drawback is ammunition.

Its ammunition is specially made, and the amount of propellant has been increased to increase the range, so the barrel is also a customized competition-grade thickened barrel. It can be equipped with a silencer and a bipod, and can be regarded as the top DIY gun.

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Although the semi-automatic sniper rifle cannot match the bolt-action single-shot sniper rifle in range, due to its semi-automatic shooting, its firepower sustainability is better than that of the single-shot bolt-action sniper rifle, and its control ability is better.

The Queen aimed at target after target through the scope and kept pulling the trigger.

Her marksmanship is good enough to hit the target every time at this kind of short and medium distance.

Every time she killed one, she muttered to herself and calculated her achievements.

"1..."

"2..."

"3..."

"4..."

Empty one magazine and immediately replace it with another.

Soon, beads of sweat appeared on the tip of the queen's nose.

Because she found a feeling of powerlessness rising in her heart.

Faced with militants pouring in like a tide, even the best snipers are powerless to turn the tide.

"Damn it! There are too many of them!"

The Queen started cursing on the channel.

"These guys can't see around them at all, so they can't pose a psychological threat!"

The greatest role of a sniper is not to kill, but to pose a huge psychological threat to the enemy.

If a unit enters an area where a sniper is lying in ambush, and the sniper kills the commander, the communications personnel, and destroys the communications equipment, the entire command system will collapse.

When other people see people around them die when they show up, the psychological pressure they endure will make them timid.

After all, people are afraid of death, it is instinct.

It is night now.

Damar's men had no night vision equipment and relied entirely on moonlight for illumination.

So they couldn't see the exact location of Song Heping and the others at all, and could only guess and shoot based on the approximate direction.

This kind of shooting is almost blind, with only a rough direction.

However, relying on their numerical advantage, they were still able to form a powerful fire net to lock a small number of enemies in a small area and prevent them from moving.

So they have no idea how many people have died around them.

If you can't see, you won't be afraid.

The darkness helped Song Heping and his men, as well as the militants. In the depression, Song Heping and the other two, tucked away in the puddle created by the shelling, kept firing at the militants who were swarming in like ants.

The shooting skills of several people were very accurate, and they almost never missed the target in their short bursts of shooting.

The militants fell one by one.

But the number of people besieging seemed to be growing.

“How many people are there around Damar?!”

The barrel of the machine gun of the disaster star was already smoking, and it glowed a strange dark red in the dark night, like magma in hell.

The 200-round magazine was empty, so he replaced it again and started swearing and cursing.

Swearing during a fight is a psychological reaction.

The natural reaction in times of crisis is equivalent to giving yourself courage.

Swearing does not mean you have an advantage; rather, it is what happens when you are at a disadvantage.

Song Heping felt goose bumps on his arms.

The magazine of the Type 56 submachine gun has been replaced with the third one.

And the encirclement around them seemed to be shrinking.

The firepower of the three of them was too low, with only two rifles and a light machine gun, and they were simply unable to suppress the enemy's simultaneous attack of more than two companies.

"Why are there so many people..."

Song Heping himself was a little confused.

Then I quickly figured it out.

I overlooked Damar's character.

This guy is actually very timid.

They are timid so they need a lot of guards.

His guard force seemed to be a battalion, not just a company.

Fortunately, when I made the plan, I took the enemy's strength into account and estimated the strength of a battalion.

"Ferrari! It's your turn!"

Song Heping can only use his ultimate move.

The UN armored vehicles were lying in ambush at the edge of the woods three hundred meters away.

Ferrari, who had been waiting for Song Heping's order, had been waiting in front of the console in the car for a long time.

This is Song Heping’s firepower trump card.

The original plan was that if the attack went smoothly, Ferrari and Henry, the two trump cards controlling the armored vehicles, would not be released.

That's used to save lives.

Now, it has reached the most critical moment and we have no choice but to take action.

All, all, all——

All, all, all——

All, all, all——

The large-caliber machine gun on the roof of the armored vehicle roared happily.

Bullets poured down like lines of fire towards the area where Song Heping and others were.

The three of them could only retreat back into the depression and dared not look up.

"Can you trust this guy's shooting skills?"

Scourge has always been skeptical of battles involving corporate executives like Ferrari.

After all, Ferrari has been in the company for so long, and has only performed field missions a handful of times. Even if he did, he was only responsible for some logistical support work and did not directly participate in combat.

I am responsible for the fire support mission this time, but I don’t know if it is reliable.

"I think it's okay..."

Song Heping seemed to be comforting himself.

But he was soon slapped in the face.

Several 12.7 large-caliber machine gun bullets hit the edge of the depression and bounced off the rocks in the soil.

Because the roof-mounted machine gun is loaded with a mixed load this time, 5 regular bullets and 1 tracer bullet, a typical night shooting configuration, which can kill people and also indicate targets for companions.

But now, the bullets hit the rocks at the edge of the depression, changing their direction. Some of them bounced high into the sky, while others jumped sideways, frightening the three people lying in the depression.

"Sokka! Sokka!"

Antonov suddenly screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"It's burning me! A bullet has landed in my tactical vest!"

"Where? Where?!"

The disaster star on the side was busy helping him find the warhead.

After all, this tracer bullet is filled with incendiary agent. If it falls into clothes, it can burn through combat uniforms and cook nearby muscles.

Seeing the two men frantically dealing with the situation, Song Heping had no choice but to ask Ferrari loudly in the chat room, "Brother Ferrari, are you even capable of this?! Your shooting is like drunk driving! Watch the bullets and shoot!"

(End of this chapter)