Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 406: Landmine
Song Heping had to admit that there were capable people in the ethnic armed forces.

At least these two vanguards look very qualified.

Even though they had already tried it before, they were still very cautious when returning here again.

In theory, after going and coming back, they had enough signs to show that there was no ambush here and the possibility of an ambush was very small.

But they became more cautious. After reaching the fork in the road, they opened fire at the hillsides on both sides of the mountain road. Some bullets even hit within a few meters of the Gray Wolf Group's hiding place, breaking the stones on the ground and splashing mud. It was really scary.

Of course, we are all thousand-year-old foxes, and no one is stupider than anyone else.

These random shots had no frightening effect at all.

The scouts tried for a long time, but the surroundings were still quiet and there was no response.

This time, they finally felt relieved, formed a formation and led the way, and walked on the mountain road heading north.

A few people kept a distance of about 100 meters from the main force, and their duty was to be cannon fodder.

There is nothing to be embarrassed about admitting this.

But they didn't know that on the hillsides on both sides of the mountain road, five ghostly guys were lurking in the dark, watching them coldly, waiting for them to make a mistake...

Behind them, the main force got off the vehicles, gathered and formed into two columns, followed the scouts from a distance, and began to advance continuously.

Finally, the team slowly walked into the ambush circle.

As the distance got closer, their clothes and appearance gradually became clearer through the night vision goggles.

They all have Southeast Asian faces, a bit like people from southern China, short but strong and sturdy, holding a variety of weapons, from M16 to their own imitation Chinese firearms, and wearing old-fashioned jungle camouflage uniforms. Many of them wear tactical vests with magazines and grenades on them. They are neatly dressed and do not look like guerrillas. Coupled with the very tactical two-column marching formation, they give people a sense of well-trained.

These soldiers are no different from ordinary armed members of drug trafficking gangs. They must have received military training and are elite veterans. In addition, they live in the Golden Triangle area, and each of them is battle-hardened. They won't even frown when killing someone.

Soon, the scouts had crossed the three-way intersection and entered the main road heading north, and their speed began to increase.

The officers in charge have begun to urge them on. Perhaps they are not satisfied with this speed at all. If they want to chase the enemy, they must speed up.

And they were approaching the ambush circle, which was the minefield.

The vanguard walking in the front was actually very nervous.

Although the surroundings were very quiet and there were insects chirping everywhere, and there seemed to be nothing unusual, he always had a feeling that someone was watching him in secret.

An intuition without any reason.

Intuition doesn't require evidence.

This is the reward from the god of death that a soldier received after struggling back from the gates of hell and crawling out from the pile of corpses thousands of times.

He trusted his instincts, and this animal-like instinct had saved his life and the lives of his troops more than once.

He subconsciously stopped for a moment, but within two seconds of hesitation, his accomplices behind him asked him what happened.

"What's wrong?!"

The scout hesitated for a moment, wanting to say that he had a bad feeling.

But before he could open his mouth, the officer behind him urged him impatiently.

"What's going on?! Why aren't you leaving?! Stop taking your time!"

The scout thought about it and felt that if he used his intuition to make his point, he would probably be scolded to death, so he could only shake his head and reply.

"it's okay no problem!"

After saying this, he continued walking forward, but the gloom in his heart never dissipated.

How could this be?
Bang!
A dull explosion interrupted his thoughts. Something violently twisted the sole of his foot, and he smelled a strong smell of gunpowder in his nostrils.

He subconsciously lowered his head to look at the sole of his foot. Through the night vision goggles, the blood was less glaring. He only saw that the front part of his foot seemed to be gone...

"Ah—land mine! It hurts!"

Two seconds later, the severe pain finally came. The excruciating pain made his leg go limp. He let out a scream, and then stumbled and fell to the ground.

Only after he fell did he see clearly that half of the forefoot of his right foot was gone, and bone particles mixed with blood spurted out of the wound. The visual impact and physical pain finally made him unable to hold back and wail loudly.

The two scouts at the back were shocked when they saw this and quickly moved forward to rescue their companions.

The scout who stepped on the butterfly mine screamed, "Don't come over here!"

Da da da!
Da da da!
As the scout screamed wildly, the disaster star pulled the trigger, and the PKM machine gun fired a long burst of bullets, pouring out directly from the muzzle of the machine gun!

At the same time, a ball of fire spurted out from the rocket launcher on Song Heping's shoulder, and a fuel-air explosive rocket whizzed out of the barrel and headed straight towards the direction of the large force.

The battle finally started.

The two scouts were also very alert and instinctively lay down when White Bear pulled the trigger.

But it was all too late.

None of the bullets missed their targets.

Before the two poor scouts could figure out what was happening, their upper bodies were already riddled with bullets.

The bullet sliced ​​through the chest, broke the ribs, shredded the internal organs, and finally passed through the body and shot into the soil.

One of the scouts was even more unlucky. A bullet hit his right hip directly. The hard steel core bullet destroyed his hip and shattered part of his pelvis, leaving him lying on the ground for a while, unable to die but in great pain. His screams resounded throughout the entire mountain area.

The fuel-air bomb exploded above the militants' heads, and a white flower of death blossomed, followed by a fierce flame that instantly sucked out all the oxygen in the area...

At least ten militants were affected and immediately rolled to the ground.

If their formation had not been so reasonable, more people would have died.

The Gray Wolf was not idle either. It had been agreed long ago that as soon as the enemy stepped on a mine, the battle would begin.

He activated the directional mine immediately without waiting for the flames of the explosion to subside.

bang——

bang——

With two dull explosions, more than a thousand steel balls were shot towards the fan-shaped area at a seventy-degree angle in front!

More than twenty soldiers fell to the ground.

The search team was in chaos. They were completely stunned by the sudden firepower and for a moment they couldn't react to the direction from which they were being attacked.

But the sniper on the opposite mountaintop saw it clearly. A long gun barrel emerged from the branches and leaves and quickly pointed at Song Heping.

Just now, Song Heping launched a rocket, and the dazzling fire attracted the attention of the sniper.

He slowly aimed at the firing position where Song Heping had just been, his finger on the trigger, the sight in the scope slowly stabilized, and gradually entered the firing state...

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(End of this chapter)