Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 600 The battle is over
It's a lot of fun to snipe enemies at night, especially from a distance.

Song Heping could even see the burning bullet he fired flying towards the opponent, and the splattered blood would explode like fireworks in the night vision goggles.

The M24 sniper rifle (SWS) in his hand is a military derivative of the Remington 700 rifle used by the US Army, including Special Forces, Rangers and Delta Force.

It uses 7.62mm NATO standard caliber bullets, with a maximum range of about 1500 meters. It has high accuracy and long range. Its only weakness is that it is a bolt-action sniper rifle. The bolt must be pulled once for each bullet fired, and the rate of fire is slower than that of a semi-automatic sniper rifle.

But in Song Heping's hands, this gun fired at the speed of a semi-automatic sniper rifle. After each shot, Song Heping would quickly eject the shell and reload it, with a very short interval.

bah—

bah—

bah—

After three shots were fired, Husseini and his men finally reacted.

"There are snipers!"

He rolled and crawled behind the pile of earth next to him.

More than twenty Ata militants fled in all directions like a group of frightened rabbits, not even caring about the three prisoners, and simply left them there and went to find shelter themselves.

Although the three US special forces had their hands tied behind their backs, they were professional elite soldiers after all. As soon as the gunshots were heard, they understood what was happening and immediately lay down on the spot.

This is the best way to deal with it.

After all, those who attacked Husseini and his men must be their own people.

As long as they lie down and don't move, the sniper hiding in the distance will definitely not shoot at the three of them.

Husseini was heartbroken at this time.

He never expected that not only was there a bombing in the sky, but also that a US military detachment had infiltrated the ground at some point.

The situation is now very unfavorable to me.

The only thing we can hope for is that the Ata organization on the Pakistani side of the border has received the call for help, and they are organizing personnel on the way.

Judging by the time, it’s almost time.

"Scatter out, hold on! Our people will be here soon!"

Although Husseini was panicking in his heart, he did not show any fear. He hid behind a rock and shouted to encourage his men.

"Everyone, cheer up, there are not many of them..."

Before he finished speaking, the M249 light machine gun over there started singing happily.

Bullets rained down on the rocks where Husseini was hiding, and broken stone chips flew everywhere, hitting Husseini's head and face, making him scream in anger.

Before setting off, Song Heping asked Gabriel to specially select two M249 paratrooper light machine guns for use as fire suppression.

When carrying out missions deep behind enemy lines and in mountainous areas, carrying a light machine gun that is too heavy will consume too much physical strength. The M249 is a good choice.

"Groups 1 and 2, attack from both sides. Group 3, provide fire support. Kill them as quickly as possible!"

Song Heping ordered Gabriel and Arthur's teams to attack from the left and right wings respectively, while the two light machine guns were concentrated in his own mobile group to take on the role of fire suppression.

The armed members of the Ata organization were completely defenseless at this time.

After all, it is night time now. One side has the best night-watching equipment in the world, and there are drones in the sky monitoring and providing all the enemy's positions.

From the drone's perspective, Husseini and his minions looked no different from naked runners.

The most embarrassing thing now is the two scouts who were sent out to explore the top of the mountain.

When Song Heping shot and killed Mohammed, the two guys just walked to the center of the exchange of fire between the two sides.

After hearing the gunshots, the two reacted quickly. They immediately lay down and used their hands and feet to climb onto the rocks and find shelter.

But now they found themselves miserably stuck between the two sides of the firefight, with bullets whizzing past their heads. If they tried to escape, they would definitely be shot, so they could only squat behind the rocks and raise their guns above their heads to shoot with faith.

What the two of them are most looking forward to now is that reinforcements will arrive soon.

The same experience as before.

Whenever there is an exchange of fire in the Afghan border area, the news will quickly spread to the mountains of neighboring Pakistan.

The Ata militants hiding there will send the nearest team for support.

Now two companies of troops have crossed the border and are rushing towards here.

These people have been active in the mountainous areas on the Afghan-Pakistani border for many years. They are very familiar with the terrain and roads, and their marching speed is extremely fast.

As long as we can hold on until reinforcements arrive, we'll be fine.

It's just that they overestimated the reinforcements.

It is about seven kilometers from here to the border, and there are less than two hundred people in the Ata organization closest to the border in Pakistan. Even if they all come out, it will be difficult to reach the scene of the incident within an hour in the pitch dark night.

That is to say, when Husseini was cheering up his men, he actually concealed the fact that reinforcements would not arrive in a short time.

In just five minutes, Husseini and his men had completely lost the initiative on the battlefield. They could only hide behind rocks and mounds of earth, shooting with their guns raised above their heads, but their aim was completely inaccurate.

Gabriel and his combat team had already advanced three hundred meters. When they passed the rock where one of the scouts was hiding, he signaled the team members to stop.

"Ansel, kill the guy hiding behind the rock!"

He fired frantically ahead while issuing an order to his men. "Okay, no problem!"

Ansel bent down and ran behind a mound of earth, then looked towards where the scout was.

It's thirty meters away.

He did not choose to rush over with a gun and shoot the opponent, because that was a very stupid method.

He reached out and took out an M67 grenade from his tactical vest, pulled out the safety and threw it towards the stone position of the Ata scout.

The M67 grenade, known as the king of individual soldiers, is a fragmentation grenade with considerable power and a killing radius of up to 15 meters.

Under normal circumstances, anyone would run away and fall down if they saw these things falling at their feet.

Now Ata's unlucky vanguard watched the grenade rolling to his feet and was instantly filled with despair.

He stood up almost subconsciously, turned around and ran.

Unfortunately, just as he stood up, he was hit on the head by a bullet fired from an M249 light machine gun. He fell down again and fell directly on the grenade.

boom--

The explosion blew a huge hole in the body of the unfortunate man, who was actually dead. The attack in the direction Arthur was responsible for was also going smoothly.

Group 2 didn't even wait for the scout who had been hiding on their side to appear.

It was not until I passed the place where the guy was hiding that I found that he had fallen in a pool of blood. There was only exhalation but no inhalation from his nostrils. I didn't know when he was hit by whom or by a stray bullet. He had already died behind the rock.

In the distance, Song Heping was quietly observing the attack with a telescope.

He was very pleased with people like Gabriel and Arthur.

Although they have only trained for one year, they are more than capable of handling such situations.

This time, Song Heping brought twelve elite mercenaries trained from the Falcon Special Forces School. At first, he was worried that these people lacked practical experience.

Now it seems that everything is redundant.

Soon, the bodies were lying all over the ground.

Those who turned around and fled from the beginning were the first to die. It was extremely stupid to turn around and run away in fear in the face of battle, which was equivalent to leaving your back to the enemy.

In just ten minutes, Husseini was reduced to just three men.

The two teams of Gabriel and Arthur advanced to about fifty meters near Husseini's hiding place. They did not receive any orders from Song Heping and did not know what to do.

"Principal, Husseini and the other three have been surrounded by us. Is this their fate?"

"No one alive."

Having said that, he subconsciously glanced at Willy.

“Send them directly to the Lord.”

"OK!"

After getting the confirmation, Gabriel didn't hesitate and called Ansel directly and said, "Ansel, the principal said there's no need to keep these people alive. Let's prepare the grenades together. On the count of one, two, three, throw them out and blow them up."

Then, the two men took out the grenade, pulled the ring, and exchanged glances with each other.

"One...two...three! Throw!"

Two grenades streaked across the night sky, spinning and tumbling in the air before landing precisely behind the rock where Husseini was hiding.

Soon, Husseini and his men reacted, they stood up screaming and ran in the opposite direction.

After running ten meters, two minions were shot and fell down.

Without a word, Husseini immediately lay down and raised his hands in surrender, shouting loudly for fear that others could not hear him: "I surrender! I surrender! Don't kill me!"

Song Heping asked Balar, "What is he talking about?"

"He said he surrendered," Baral translated truthfully.

Song Heping originally ignored Husseini's portrait and directly asked Gabriel and others to shoot him away with a volley of bullets.

After all, he had no interest in Husseiniko. His goal was to find Curtis to complete the task. As for whether he was dead or alive, that was something Willy needed to consider.

But he soon changed his mind.

"Don't kill him! Control him."

After giving the order, Song Heping ran towards Husseini and the ODA team members.

Husseini lay on the ground, his hands on his head, his legs apart, a very standard surrender gesture.

Gabriel came over and tied him up with restraints.

"Who is Curtis?"

At this time, Song Heping saw that the three prisoners had stood up, so he took the initiative to ask.

After all, he wanted to know what the stupid son of a US military officer and congressman who could defect to terrorists looked like.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)