Hassan Oilfield Area was large enough.
A few people in a squad entering was like ants stepping into a skyscraper.
It was like a game of hide and seek.
The armed squad that had infiltrated the living quarters didn't realize that the mantis was stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Thinking they were undetected, they planned to launch a surprise attack on the oil company's employees and those mercenaries, without knowing that three specters of death had already followed them closely.
Song Heping's earpiece finally transmitted Hunter's voice.
"Boss, I'm in position."
He didn't say much, but it was clear enough; he had climbed the tower.
There were many towers in the oilfield, all made of steel structures, very sturdy, and most of them more than a dozen meters high, from which one could control a large area when looking down from above.
Song Heping dared not respond; in the depth of night, even the slightest sound could alert the enemy and bring unnecessary trouble.
So, he just gently tapped the microphone twice to indicate that he had received the message.
This was a very thrilling tracking.
Song Heping did not plan to take action immediately.
He had observed the living area during the day.
There was an open space between the work area and the living area, with two concrete paths on it.
These were the paths that workers used to take from the work area to the living quarters after work.
Now abandoned, wild grass had grown on both sides of the path, up to half a person's height.
The entire open space was a hundred meters wide, and even at the fastest speed, it would take at least ten seconds to cross; with a load, it would probably take around 20 seconds.
Twenty seconds was enough to do a lot of things.
Song Heping avoided engaging with the armed reconnaissance squad in the work area because the area was full of structures like pipes and oil tanks. The enemy had eleven men; killing Vanguard at the front would alert them immediately, and they could conceal themselves using the structures and organize resistance in a short time.
And his own side only had four people, a clear disadvantage.
This could easily lead to a protracted battle.
Therefore, a stealth attack was necessary.
And the attack had to happen on terrain that was least favorable to the enemy.
After making up his mind, Song Heping led the Cook and Disaster Star to bypass the reconnaissance squad and quickly reached the open space between the work and living areas.
"Cook, you and Disaster Star go to the corner of the living area on the opposite side and lie in wait. I'll set an ambush on this side of the road. When they come out of the work area and cross this open space, act on my gunfire. I fire, and you immediately fire. Your task is to block them from rushing forward, and my task is to block their retreat. Don't let them go back," he said.
After finishing speaking, he called Hunter.
"Hunter!"
"Here, Boss."
"You're responsible for helping me block their retreat."
"Don't worry, I guarantee not a single one will make it back."
Hunter sounded very confident,
clearly having great faith in his sniping skills.
"Boss, they're less than a hundred meters from you, they'll see you after rounding two more corners."
"Spread out!"
Song Heping signaled with his hand.
The few of them dispersed, blending into the darkness.
Song Heping chose a pile of discarded equipment near the work area as his hiding spot.
All this discarded equipment was made of steel, thick enough to withstand rifle bullets.
And because they had been abandoned for a long time, grass had grown around the equipment, making it a good place to hide.
Within less than five minutes, Vanguard appeared in sight.
He emerged close to Song Heping.
Song Heping estimated the distance to be about 50-70 meters.
In combat, short distance is not an absolute advantage for the ambushing side.
It's a double-edged sword.
You can easily kill the enemy, but the chance of the enemy killing you also increases.
Vanguard was as cautious as before.
Crouching down, he stealthily used the cover of the wild grass, and once he reached the roadside, he stayed still.
He squatted in the bushes.
Clearly, he was very wary of the open land a hundred meters wide in front of him.
Crossing open land has always been one of the environments infantry must be most vigilant about on the battlefield.
He stayed crouched there for a long time.
A full twenty minutes.
Without moving!
Not a single rustle.
It was as if he had disappeared on the spot.
Song Heping couldn't see the enemy either, his view blocked by the dense wild grasses and miscellaneous objects beside him.
He didn't dare to stand up or change his position to observe.
Because a vanguard was certainly followed by a small squad.
At this moment, the small squad was somewhere in the work area, also watching this open field. Any slight movement from him might reveal his whereabouts.
Time ticked away bit by bit.
Both sides seemed to be competing in patience.
"They really can squat..."
Truth be told, Song Heping had come to admire that vanguard.
Now, he no longer doubted the capabilities of this small squad.
All of them were experts...
Oddly, he began to feel exhilarated.
A worthy opponent in chess, a companion in drink.
Be it warfare or combat.
Facing rookies was the least interesting.
It was only in a contest between experts that passions flared!
Just wait!
At this point, Song Heping became very calm instead.
He wanted to see if the enemy could last until dawn!
The advantage of time was on his side!
His only worry was the enemy's cook and Disaster Star.
Those two didn't seem like the patient types.
After a good half hour had passed, Song Heping finally saw the vanguard's head poking out a little through the grass.
Clearly, after half an hour of cautious observation, he believed this place was safe.
No sentries, no patrol.
So he slowly stood up from the grass, crouched down, waved his hand to the back, and like a fox, darted forward.
After crossing the open ground, the vanguard squatted down again in the grass on the opposite side.
Soon, the figures of the small squad finally appeared on the work area's side.
They were just as cautious and clever.
Groups of five, the first group crossed first, reaching the vanguard's position and immediately establishing a defensive line. Only then did the last group begin to cross the open ground.
As the second group just passed the location where Song Heping was hidden, the best moment to attack had arrived!
Song Heping quickly stood up, using a pile of discarded equipment for cover, and performed a rapid fire at the last soldier of the five-man group, who was responsible for covering the rear.
Crack crack crack—
By the time the enemy saw Song Heping, it was too late; three bullets hit him in the face.
At such a short distance, Song Heping aimed for the face.
To ensure the three shots could penetrate the back of the head.
He didn't aim for the torso because he was worried the enemy might be wearing bulletproof vests, which could prevent penetration and allow for retaliation.
At the sound of the gunshots, the Hunter perched on a high position immediately followed up.
He was using an M24 sniper rifle, a product of Remington Company, with high accuracy within 800 meters.
With just one shot, the squad leader at the front of that five-man group immediately fell to the ground, flipping over more than a meter away and laying there lifelessly.
"Ambush!"
The enemy reconnaissance team reacted incredibly quickly.
With a loud yell, the vanguard and the first small group that had already crossed the road swiftly provided suppressive fire towards Song Heping's position. The second group, which had just been attacked, already had two casualties and the remaining three lay prone on the ground, wriggling into the roadside grass.
Song Heping hid behind the pile of equipment as bullets rained down, sparking as they struck the steel machinery.
"Not bad..."
Song Heping grinned.
Dopamine started to surge within his body.
He took out an M67 hand grenade, pulled out the safety pin, and after releasing the spring lever, he waited two seconds.
Then, guessing the enemy's position from behind the equipment pile, he tossed the grenade into the air.
The M67's fuse delay was 5 seconds.
Deducting the two seconds Song Heping had held the lever, the grenade would explode in less than three seconds.
The grenade traced a beautiful arc in mid-air, landing very precisely above the heads of the enemies crawling on the ground, detonating less than three meters above the surface—
Boom!
The throw was perfect!
As it was an airburst, dozens of fragments scattered like a celestial maiden scattering blossoms, shooting towards the ground with abandon.