Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 794 As expected of Delta Force
The shockwave from the grenade explosion lifted sand and soil three meters high.

Major Carter spat out blood and foam, the flashes of light from the salvo still lingering on his retina.

Dozens of muzzle flashes flickered neatly on the sand dune three hundred meters away, like the eyes of death.

Surrounded by mercenaries from the "Musician" defenses, Carter surveyed his surroundings and knew he had no way out.

Song Heping's deployment was quite thorough, and his plan was very comprehensive. It was clear that he had done his homework beforehand, just waiting for me to come and support the Greenskins, and then besieging the stronghold to attack the reinforcements.

Surround the spot for reinforcements.

The word floated through Carter's mind.

He learned this military term when he was in military school.

That was a tactic that the Chinese army was most adept at.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the historical materials about the Korean War that he had seen before, and he sensed a familiar feeling.

Escape is impossible.

There was originally a gap at the 9 o'clock position where we could retreat.

Unfortunately, muzzle flashes appeared there just now as well.

This means the gap has been plugged.

The Green Berets have completely lost contact.

Carter could easily imagine that those poor guys were probably already covered in blood and dead.

Despair surged up from the depths of my heart once again like a tidal wave.

But death forced him to pull himself together.

It cannot collapse.

We have no choice but to fight.

Fight to the very end!
"7 o'clock position! Everyone spread out!"

His roar echoed through the encrypted channel.

The Delta Force members instantly transformed into flowing shadows, 7.62mm bullets chasing their heels and sinking into the sand.

Just as Technician Thomson set up his AN/PAS-23 thermal imager, a 40mm grenade exploded right in front of him.

Carter watched as the 21-year-old Texas man flew up like a rag doll, his left leg disappearing below the knee.

"Medic!"

Carter rolled to the edge of the crater, the butt of his SCAR-H slamming heavily against his ribs.

A sniper behind a distant sand dune opened fire.

The sound of a 7.62mm steel-core bullet piercing a bulletproof helmet was like a hammer smashing a watermelon. Carter felt warm liquid splash on the back of his neck—it was Sergeant Hansen's brain matter.

"Establish a defensive perimeter! D3 formation!"

Carter kicked aside the still convulsing corpse and pulled out the last two M67 grenades from his tactical vest.

Amidst the crisp metallic clang of the safety pin snapping open, he saw seven dark figures fanning out from behind him.

Sergeant Gray's M249 suddenly roared.

The 5.56mm ammunition belt, like a red-hot wire, lashed across the sand, slicing two mercenaries in half at the waist.

But then Group B's suppressive fire came in quick succession, with the PKM machine gun's 7.62×54mmR bullets sending the rocks where Gray was hiding flying into a shower of dust.

"Communication channels have been re-established! We've made contact with headquarters!"

Signalman Wilson's voice was static-filled, but it brought hope.

Suddenly, voices came through the previously silent communication channel.

"Calling Team D, calling Team D."

"This is Team D, this is a trap! All our operations tonight have been leaked! We're trapped near the location where the Green Beetles were attacked, requesting urgent reinforcements!"

"Received. The predator has taken off and will arrive within forty minutes at the latest. Please hold on!"

"Forty minutes...we'll only have seven people left!"

"Hang in there! Just forty minutes!"

"FUCK!"

Carter knew that venting at this point would be pointless.

He took out a small box and took out a pill from it.

This is a special drug issued to special forces.

Even Carter didn't know the exact ingredients.

But he was certain it contained performance-enhancing drugs, and the military gave them the code name "G1".

Just one pill can put a person into a state of heightened excitement within a minute, enabling them to withstand immense pressure and have no fear of death. It also has remarkable effects in relieving pain.

Now, he needs this.

"Brothers, forty minutes! We just need to hold on for forty minutes! Get to Game 1!"

G1 pills were just an experimental product.

To be honest, Carter didn't like this stuff. Anything that can unleash human potential, relieve pain, reduce stress, and make people feel euphoric definitely has side effects.

However, side effects are better than death.

Now, the remaining seven of them must hold out for forty minutes against an attack by hundreds of people.

He needs this thing.

All the Delta Force members who were still alive took out G1 pills and swallowed them.

This stuff tasted like almonds. After the drug entered his stomach, Carter quickly felt the effects.

The gunshots and explosions were less piercing, but still clear. I felt a bit hot all over, my vision became clearer, my sense of smell seemed to be much more sensitive, and my reactions were faster than before.

He raised his gun, peeked out, aimed, and fired.

All in one go.

It was extremely fast, taking less than a second.

Two hundred meters away, the head of a "musician" defense mercenary who had just stood up and crouched down to try to move to a different position exploded.

Both shots hit the head.

The fear and despair are fading.

Carter felt he had entered an indescribable state, as if he had become lighter, but his movements were faster and his aiming was more effortless. He could hit the target almost instantly, something he couldn't do even in his best condition.

Song Heping's pupils contracted behind the low-light scope.

He sensed that something was wrong.

The Delta's ring defense is taking shape, with three firing points forming a perfect crossfire.

More importantly, the opponent's combat power seemed to have suddenly surged.

Any member of the attacking squad who shows their face is doomed.

"Damn...it's that accurate?"

"Old squad leader, calling the old squad leader."

Suddenly, the voice of Jiang Feng, the leader of Team A, came through the earphones.

"explain."

"The forward command post has been cleared, but there's bad news: they've probably rebuilt the communications network."

Song Heping looked at his watch.

The interference from radioactive dust only lasted for about twenty or thirty minutes.

Even if it lasts longer, it won't make a difference.

After losing contact with frontline troops, Langley or the U.S. Special Operations Command would certainly establish a new communication channel via satellite. Whether it's Delta Force or Green Berets, they would definitely have prepared several different contingency plans before setting off. This is the basic procedure for special forces to carry out missions.

Therefore, I had set a time limit of half an hour.

Within half an hour, three squads, A, B, and C, launched simultaneous attacks in Chad and Darfur, resolving all battles within thirty minutes.

Logically speaking, with the information leaked by Simon, the mole, even if Delta Force and Green Berets were strong, they wouldn't have been able to withstand our two hundred-plus men's half-hour ambush.

But now it seems I really underestimated Delta's fighting power.

These guys lost so many men and lost two helicopters, yet they managed to hold off Team B for so long without being wiped out, even when they weren't at full strength. They're really tough nut to crack.

After a moment's thought, he pressed the call button: "Execute the evacuation plan, release smoke, and evacuate everyone quickly."

"What!?"

Collins was very puzzled.

"In another ten minutes, they'll probably be finished."

"Withdraw, I'll only say it once."

Song Heping knew this very well.

Evacuation takes time, and since the other side has restored communications, it means their air support will arrive soon.

While the Americans wouldn't be so audacious as to openly send bombers into Sudanese airspace, they could easily do so by launching a few Predator drones from the Sahel region.

If our people don't run away quickly, it might be too late to leave later.

Moreover, the remaining Delta Force members seem to be incredibly powerful.

Just over ten minutes after I arrived, Team B had already lost more than a dozen players.

If the fighting continues, not only will they be unable to break through the defenses built by Delta Force, but their own losses will also be enormous.

I've already made a profit tonight; one shouldn't be too greedy.

Being greedy for credit will only lead to your death in the end.

Evacuation is the best option at present.

"Yes! Execute the order!"

Although Collins was unwilling, he still gave the order.

"All members of Team B, begin your evacuation! Group 1, throw smoke grenades to create the illusion of an attack! Withdraw from the battlefield and back to your vehicles within one minute, and retreat to the Atron Oasis as planned!"

(End of this chapter)