He stood up again, and this time leisurely returned to his ambush position, evidently feeling much more relaxed after resolving his issues.
Song Heping aimed his reticle at the target and simulated firing.
The target was about 200 meters away from him.
Song Heping was absolutely certain he could eliminate the target.
But he didn't do it.
The "Watcher" squad had positioned six men here.
After killing one, he would still have to deal with five more.
It wasn't worth it.
One careless move, and he would be in serious trouble.
Now, the initiative was in his hands.
He guessed that by now, White Bear and his team should have followed the Euphrates River up to the Northern Border of Illiguo, and with another day or two's delay, they were certain to cross the border.
Unless something unexpected happened.
However, from the arrangement of the "Watcher" ambushing here, it was obvious that White Bear and his team were absolutely safe.
The people from SAD were led into a trap by him alone.
There in the darkness, Song Heping quietly watched as several "Watcher" members appeared not far away, each going to relieve themselves.
It was an interesting situation.
Every time a "Watcher" appeared, Song Heping simulated an attack and remembered their ambush positions.
He even mischievously thought about running to their defecation spot to plant an anti-infantry mine.
Hehe.
Wilson and his team members went one by one to deal with their physiological needs.
They had no idea that in a dense bush just outside their ambush circle, a pair of eyes were always watching them.
The next day, the situation changed again.
During the day, SAD's helicopter did not appear again.
Instead, it was the military helicopters from Turkmenistan that appeared, and the density was clearly high, with many more flights.
Wilson inquired through the radio to the temporary headquarters; Alvin's response was that Turkmenistan had declared the Alles Mountain Area a no-fly zone, tourist helicopters were no longer allowed, and the leased helicopters could not fly anymore.
This was truly fatal news.
The inability to continue surveillance by helicopter not only meant a reduced probability of finding the target but, more fatally, the loss of reconnaissance on Turkmenistan's search teams' positions.
Just yesterday, the helicopters leased by SAD were still continuously informing the "Watcher" squad about the patrol routes and directions of Turkmenistan's search and border patrol teams.
This was advantageous for the squad to be discovered by Turkmenistan's forces.
Now, without the helicopters, it was like losing their eyes.
They did not know where Turkmenistan's search line had reached, how far it had advanced, or in what direction it was headed.
Wilson felt somewhat uneasy.
But the 48-hour deadline had not been reached.
He really didn't want to give up.
They had been in ambush here for two days already.
To give up now would be to waste all their previous efforts.
"Boss, what do we do if we encounter Turkmenistan's JAK Special Forces?"
The sniper Rock asked Wilson over the communication channel.
"What can we do? Tell them we came here as tourists? Do you think they will believe that?"
The machine gunner Scott joked sarcastically.
"We can only fight them hard and look for a chance to withdraw."
"Once the fighting starts, we are outnumbered, and they will definitely call for air support quickly."
"Air support takes time, don't worry, we will have already made our getaway before they arrive."
A few Watcher members bantered with each other on the channel.
They seemed very relaxed.
These were all battle-hardened Special Forces veterans with excellent psychological quality.
"Enough!" Wilson interrupted everyone, "I hope what you are saying doesn't come true. I've made it clear, before dying, I will detonate the Aluminum Thermite Grenade on myself. You all know where to place it without me teaching you, we can't leave any traceable evidence."
Each "Watcher" member had an Aluminum Thermite Grenade on them, meant to be used for suicide if escape was impossible.
Even suicide had its protocols.
After pulling the pin and releasing the lever, they were to clasp the grenade tightly with both hands and place it near their head at the chest level to detonate.
This would not only blow their heads to smithereens but also disintegrate their hands.
Teeth, fingerprints – all would cease to exist.
The only thing left would be DNA.
Unless the people of Turkey took this DNA to request a comparison with a DNA bank of the "Watcher" members from SAD, no trace would be found.
At the mention of this, everyone suddenly lost their mood for joking, and the channel finally went silent.
But as feared, that's what happened.
Wilson suddenly heard the noise of helicopter rotors in the sky.
"There's a plane coming!"
The sniper responsible for lookout and observation, Rock, was the first to give the warning.
All "Watcher" members immediately got into hiding and stayed completely still.
The helicopter took its time flying over, hovering about several dozen meters above the ambush circle.
Boom boom—
Suddenly, two bullets from nowhere struck the belly of the helicopter.
The JAK members inside the helicopter screamed, "There are people down there!"
The pilot quickly turned around and left.
Meanwhile, the JAK members on the helicopter began desperately calling their command center—
"Enemy spotted in Dowuba Valley, sector Z32! Repeat! Enemy spotted in Dowuba Valley, sector Z32! Requesting reinforcements! Requesting reinforcements!"
"Who the hell fired that shot!"
Wilson cursed on the channel.
"Who was it!?"
"Not me!"
"Nor me!"
"Boss, it wasn't us, we have silencers, it sounded like an AK74 assault rifle!"
Soon, a teammate made his own assessment.
"It seems like the person is near us!"
Near us!?
Wilson suddenly felt numb.
When did an outsider appear so close to them?
Who could it be?
What were their intentions?!
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
"Boss, do we retreat!?" asked the sniper, Rock.
To retreat or not?
That was a tough decision.
They were facing a significant problem now.
If they retreated then, everyone would be exposed.
If they didn't retreat, the area would soon be surrounded.
"Rock! Can you take down that helicopter?"
Wilson knew that even if they were to retreat, they must eliminate the helicopter above.
If he wasn't mistaken, that was a UH-1H helicopter, and there surely were machine gunners or snipers inside the cabin.
If they didn't take it down, he and his team would become sitting ducks during the retreat.
The UH-1H helicopter wasn't heavily armored, its bulletproof capabilities weren't that great, and if Rock's shooting skills were accurate enough, using armor-piercing bullets to hit the glass of the cockpit could take out the people inside.
"They are flying too far! I can't do it!"
"I'll draw them closer, you snipe!"
"Okay!"
"Apart from Rock, everyone else immediately spread out and head south! Draw the helicopter closer for Rock to shoot!"
Under Wilson's command, the "Watcher" squad, except for the hiding sniper, Rock, sprang up and scattered in the southern direction.
In the sky, the JAK members inside the UH-1H helicopter saw several figures on the ground.
They hadn't seen anyone before.
Even with night vision goggles, they couldn't see anyone.
It was evident that the adversaries' camouflage was very effective.
"See that, there are five people! They are definitely the terrorists mentioned in the briefing!"
The higher-ups had said in the briefing that the attacks by the Blattson sect were carried out by an unidentified armed squadron.
The counter-terrorism department speculated that the Kurd Armed forces took advantage of the recent chaos in Turkey to cause trouble with the aim of creating unrest and regaining control over their territory.
Thus, the Turkish counter-terrorism department gave the JAK Special Forces the command—capture them alive if possible, otherwise, eliminate them all!
"Fly over there! Get closer, I'll take them out!"
The machine gunner inside the helicopter was eagerly waiting.