The enemy was too many, with three clumps in his own field of vision alone.
The most people were where the explosives were being installed; seven or eight of them, Naxin included.
On the left side, a vigilance group, which had four Madheh soldiers.
There was also a clump on the front right, responsible for the forward vigilance, with 3 people.
The rest had disappeared from his sight.
Before, this detachment had more than thirty people.
Now, only a dozen could be seen.
This was also something Song Heping was worried about.
The other side had already spread out, planting explosives everywhere.
If they didn't stop them now, once the enemy finished setting the explosives, how would they find the bombs in the pitch black?
Then, he would be the one at a disadvantage.
So, he had ordered the attack out of necessity.
A single person not only had to confront the dozen or so soldiers in front of him but also guard against another dozen or twenty soldiers who might suddenly launch an attack from who knows where.
It was extremely difficult.
And very dangerous.
But there was nothing that wasn't hazardous.
In this line of work, you had to be willing to risk your life and not be afraid of doing so.
Song Heping had that kind of fierce determination.
He chose a rather unconventional mode of attack.
The enemy was setting up bombs, and if he could detonate the piece of TNT in their hands, the explosion would directly wipe out the largest group of enemies in front of him.
Just as he pulled out a hand grenade, Naxin suddenly stood up and walked away.
Perhaps he saw that the group here had successfully installed their explosives and wanted to check on the other groups.
Song Heping no longer had the luxury to worry about capturing him.
Three seconds after the grenade's pin was pulled, Song Heping threw it.
The distance between the two sides was just over thirty meters.
The training Song Heping had previously received in accurate grenade throwing proved extremely valuable.
The M67 hand grenade, as if it had eyes, rolled right next to the heap of TNT that weighed several kilograms.
In the darkness, no one noticed a hand grenade flying through the shadows.
A Madheh soldier instinctively looked down, only to see a dark object lying next to the TNT explosives.
The soldier who was inserting the detonator into the explosives was also distracted.
He had the clearest view.
But upon a clear view, his soul almost left his body, feeling as though his consciousness had fled.
"Hand Grenade!"
He screamed in an attempt to turn and run.
But just as he stood up, the grenade exploded.
Boom—
The explosion of the hand grenade set off the originally very stable TNT explosives.
It now acted as a large detonator, not only triggering the detonator placed on the TNT but also the explosives themselves.
Bang—
A massive fireball soared into the sky.
The seven or eight surrounding Madheh soldiers were torn to pieces.
The explosive power of several kilograms of TNT was indeed no small matter.
The shockwave produced by the explosion sent Naxin, who had moved more than ten meters away, flying into the air, causing him to crash heavily to the ground and knocking him unconscious.
Hiding more than thirty meters away, Song Heping had already taken cover behind a building. Even separated by a wall, he could feel the oncoming shockwave lifting all the neighboring dust and sand, like a furious tornado sweeping through.
As soon as the shockwave passed, Song Heping immediately aimed his gun to the left.
Tap tap—
Tap tap—
Tap tap—
The extremely low-decibel gunshots reminded Song Heping of the 85 silenced submachine gun he had used in the past.
Fantastic!
In the night, such a sound was difficult to distinguish as being produced by the firing of a gun.
The recent explosion had left the surrounding Madheh soldiers dead, stunned, injured, and maimed. Even those who were unharmed had temporarily lost their hearing, completely unable to hear any sounds around them.
Song Heping fired his gun, but no one could pinpoint where he was hiding.
The Madheh soldiers could only inexplicably watch as their comrades fell one by one.
Tap tap—
Tap tap—
Tap tap—
The faint sounds were like the Grim Reaper's symphony.
Cruel yet so exquisite.
With a superior firearm in the hands of a top elite Special Soldier, it became the Grim Reaper's scythe.
Wherever it went, it reaped wave after wave.
In less than fifteen seconds, all of the Madheh soldiers on both sides had been cleared out by Song Heping.
He quickly moved position, hiding in another dark corner.
At this time, Song Heping did not intend to take the initiative to strike.
Because the sound of the explosion would surely attract more Madheh soldiers.
As long as they were still nearby, they would definitely come over to see what had happened.
Sure enough, he soon saw several Madheh soldiers with guns coming around the other side of the oil tank.
Song Heping still did not fire.
There were too few of them.
Only four people.
More than a dozen had not yet appeared.
A Special Soldier must know when is the best time to shoot.
Clearly, now was not it.
He suddenly heard faint gunfire coming from another location.
Obviously, the cooks had also engaged in combat.
It was just unknown when the local Mercenaries commanded by White Bear could arrive.
Not everyone could be as lucky as him and throw a Hand Grenade next to TNT to trigger a massive explosion.
If the cooks hadn't handled it well, one person would have to withstand the attack of twenty or thirty people. With one misstep, they might have to claim their life insurance.
Song Heping no longer had time to worry about others now.
More and more Madheh soldiers emerged from various places, drawn by the sound of the explosion, rushing over to see what happened.
From different directions.
Nearly twenty people.
All converging here.
It was apparent they were all baffled.
Because the ground was covered with mutilated limbs and bloodstains.
The Madheh soldiers began to jabber animatedly, their emotions somewhat heightened. But strangely, no one searched the surroundings, nor did anyone remain alert.
Perhaps they thought it was the unfortunate soul tasked with handling explosives who had accidentally detonated the blasting cap, leading to the explosion.
After all, it was quite normal for accidents to occur in explosive demolition on the battlefield.
Just as they lowered their guard, Song Heping felt the opportunity had come. A group of Madheh soldiers had appeared before him, all arguing about what had happened.
The best moment to open fire had arrived, as the crowded group narrowed the angle for strafing, greatly increasing the accuracy of shooting and reducing the time to kill.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat—
This time, Song Heping held down the trigger without letting go, emptying the magazine. Then he swiftly changed the magazine and sprayed another full magazine of bullets at the Madheh soldiers, who were completely dumbfounded.
The scent of blood instantly permeated the air; Song Heping could smell the pungent odor from thirty meters away, as if he were in an abattoir.
After taking down everyone,
Song Heping once again changed his magazine.
Then, like a phantom, he moved, switching his hiding spot.
Retreating back into the darkness, Song Heping vigilantly watched over the slaughter scene.
He still did not rush to make his presence known.
Some of the dying Madheh army soldiers on the ground were writhing like insects, their agonizing screams making Song Heping's hair stand on end.
After looking around, making sure no one else was there for the moment,
Song Heping aimed at the head of the Madheh soldier who was screaming the most tragically and gently pulled the trigger, adding two bullets.
The soldier immediately went still, lying there like a fish that had been dead for over ten days, lifeless.