This is the first ti Song Heping felt the terror of being suppressed at close range by a 12.7-caliber machine gun.
The worst fear for light infantry on the battlefield is precisely a machine gun of such a large 12.7 caliber.
Getting hit ans certain death or maiming.
Luckily, the bullet-proof Lincoln SUV had been outfitted from start to finish with bulletproof layers and panels, and even the glass had been made several tis thicker than ordinary vehicle windows with Bullet-Proof Glass, preventing it from being pierced right away.
Yet even so, Song Heping was clear in his heart that in front of the Desheka, the bulletproof vehicle wouldn't last a minute.
Once the bulletproof panels and glass were shattered, the warheads would pierce through the body of the car as easily as piercing cardboard, and then the several people hiding behind the car would be shot into bloody fragnts.
That's right!
Bloody fragnts.
Because once the warhead passes through the car body, it shatters into pieces. The extensive injuries caused by these fragnts upon hitting the human body are worse than a direct hit, easily puncturing a giant hole through a body, or even breaking off limbs directly.
Just thinking about this, cold sweat broke out on Song Heping.
All he heard were the piercing clangs, as well as the popping sounds of Desheka Machine Gun bullets that missed the vehicle and struck the rocks of the dunes ahead, estimating that every fifth bullet in the Desheka Heavy Machine Gun's ammo box mounted on the I5I5 ard pickup was a tracer round.
This sort of loading is very common in machine gun use, convenient for indicating targets to one's comrades.
But for the few people hiding behind the car, it was not comfortable at all.
The tracer warheads struck the rocks, ricocheting off and whistling up into the sky, soaring up to tens of ters high, then popping as they fell back down.
A scorching tracer warhead landed on Jiang Feng, burning his clothing until it smoked, causing him to grimace in pain and curse.
"Fuck! Fuck! Old squad leader, we have to get out of here, or we're all dead!"
Song Heping never expected the situation to reach this point.
He had turned the car around to save the Hunters, knowing there were risks, but he hadn't expected the risks to be so great.
In front of a large-caliber machine gun, MK18's 5.56-caliber bullets were like toys for children, without even a chance to stretch out and return fire for suppression.
"We can only make a break for it! They don't have thermal imaging night vision devices, throw Smoke Bombs, and then escape from here!"
In desperation, Song Heping made the most helpless choice.
Betting on their lives!
Throw Smoke Bombs and escape using the cover of smoke.
It sounds good in theory.
But in reality, it's also a gamble with their lives.
After all, the machine gunners of the I5I5 ard force aren't fools.
If they can't see their targets, they just have to spray in the general direction, as suppressing fire doesn't require accuracy.
Whoever gets hit is just unlucky.
A hit from a 12.7-caliber machine gun round, and it's ga over for whoever it hits.
But at this point, there were no other choices.
Song Heping and Jiang Feng threw Smoke Bombs as quickly as they could.
Five seconds later, the smoke screen ford.
Just as Song Heping was counting down to make a desperate move, he suddenly noticed that the sound of the machine gun had stopped abruptly.
For a mont, Song Heping thought there was sothing wrong with his ears from the shock.
But then he realized that wasn't the case.
After all, he was wearing noise-cancelling headphones!
Listening more closely, he discovered the machine gun fire had indeed stopped!
If they didn't counterattack now, when would they!?
"I'll cover you, run!"
Song Heping propped up his gun from behind the vehicle's engine and peeked out a small portion of his body, aiming in the direction of the pickup truck and fired several bursts.
Soon, he was able to see what was happening.
The machine gunner in the bed of the pickup was gone!
A substitute machine gunner scrambled to take control of the machine gun when suddenly, a sharp whistling sound ca from the distance.
The man's chest burst open with blood, and he fell headfirst out of the vehicle.
"Boss! Don't worry, I've got control!"
The sound ca through the headset like music from heaven.
That was Hunter's voice.
The guy was currently lying on a sand dune less than two hundred ters away, his M24 sniper rifle already set up.
Going to great lengths to cover for Hunter's escape just now proved to be the correct decision!
If Song Heping had abandoned his team and fled earlier, not only would Hunter and the others have died, but they would now be facing a desperate situation without any assistance.
On the battlefield, the more you fear death, the more likely you are to die—that's the principle.
With his sniper rifle set up at a vantage point, Hunter is now pushing his sniping skills to the limit.
The M24 sniper rifle spits flas continuously, with each shot claiming a life.
Because it uses specialized 7.62 caliber bullets, its penetration power is extrely strong.
The sheet tal on ordinary pickups is as thin and fragile as a cardboard box in front of sniper bullets.
Under his control, no one can get close to the two Desheka Heavy Machine Guns in the truck bed; everyone who tries dies.
"Hunter! I freaking love you!"
Song Heping cheers from the bottom of his heart.
If it weren't for Hunter's tily control of the situation, it's estimated that he, Jiang Feng, Collins, and Latif—among the four of them—half would probably have been killed by the Desheka Machine Gun fire.
Opportunity never knocks twice!
The ti for counterattack has co.
Song Heping, Jiang Feng, and Collins keep making pinpoint shots at the last two ard pickups.
On the other front, Hunter's M24 and Disaster Star's M249 Light Machine Guns sing simultaneously.
The soldiers on the pickups are shot to the point where they can't return fire, and before long, all slump over in their seats, with so falling headlong into the sand as soon as they crawl out of the vehicle, shot through and through.
"Cease fire!"
Seeing it's about done, Song Heping quickly calls a halt.
"Disaster Star, stop sweeping fire! Don't damage the vehicles!"
He suddenly rembers sothing.
Both of their Lincoln SUVs have been wrecked by the Desheka Heavy Machine Guns, and what they need most now is transportation.
"Hunter, provide cover, everyone regroup, search the site!"
The command is given promptly, and Song Heping pairs up with Jiang Feng to form a triangle formation for mutual cover as they approach the pickup.
On the other side, Disaster Star and Klein are also flanking from another direction.
Although it's very likely that all the ard n on the pickups are dead, they still proceed with extre caution.
After approaching and checking, everyone imdiately reports.
"Front vehicle clear!"
"Rear vehicle clear! They're all dead!"
Song Heping goes up, drags the body from the driver's seat, and tosses it onto the ground, then, regardless of the blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, sits in the driver's seat and tries to start the vehicle.
The first attempt fails, and his heart skips a beat.
He tries a second ti.
The engine shudders a few tis before finally roaring to life.
He checks the various readings on the dashboard; fuel is normal, and the RPMs are also normal.
Looking up at the engine hood through the windshield, there are no bullet holes, likely because everyone had aid at the vehicle's cabin and not damaged the engine. The only problem is the multitude of bullet holes in the windshield; the cracks obstruct the view.
Distant gunfire sounds, and Song Heping gazes in the direction of Lavo Town, making a judgnt: "If I'm not mistaken, Samir's n have begun to retaliate. Let's go help them out, and stab those I5I5 ard forces in the back!"
After speaking, he leans back in his seat, lowers the backrest, then kicks against the windshield, ejecting the already spiderwebbed glass.
Against assault rifles and machine guns, this kind of glass is just for show; it makes no difference whether it's there or not.
"Jiang Feng, you take the machine gun. Klein, can the other car still start?"
"Still good!"
Klein's response cos through the headset: "It's not damaged, just the right rear tire is leaking air."
"Can it still run?"
"Barely."
"Then drive it over, the battle will likely be over soon."
"OK, no problem."
"I'll handle the machine gun!"
Disaster Star is eagerly volunteering.
Seeing the Desheka Heavy Machine Gun, his desire to kill grows especially intense.
"Alright, hurry up and get in the car, take them down! Everyone, be alert, move on the periter, and if you spot any I5I5 soldiers engaging with Samir Departnt troops, shoot them in the back. Give a hard stab at their asses!"
They've lost two bullet-proof Lincolns tonight, a hefty loss indeed.
Song Heping is now seething with rage and would have gone for the heavy machine gun himself if he didn't need to stay in command.
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