This type of platoon radio generally has a communication range of about 10-30 kilometers when short antennas are used, and the distance can reach about 200 kilometers with long antennas.
Under normal circumstances, they should be able to contact the troops of the Revolutionary Guard Special Brigade in Awaz, and it would be a success as long as they could hear their call.
Opportunity knocks but once.
Song Heping quickly got into the passenger seat, glanced at the radio, and to his surprise, found it turned off.
He hurriedly switched on the power.
However, after turning it on, he discovered that the power light was not on.
"Don't tell me it's out of battery..."
A cold sweat broke out on Song Heping's forehead.
"Having diarrhea at a critical moment... It can't be..."
He quickly checked the battery and realized that it wasn't a battery issue, but that there were two bullet holes on one side of the radio, clearly damaged by bullets.
The only explanation was Rabbani.
The guy had just emptied a whole magazine by continuously pulling the trigger, and with the imitation AK's automatic firing shooting wildly, the bullets had no precision, many hitting the vehicle, resulting in the radio inside also being hit twice.
That's why old soldiers hate it when new recruits recklessly fire in full auto. Semicontrolled burst fire not only conserves bullets but also prevents friendly fire incidents.
He then assessed the damage.
In the end, Song Heping gave up on the radio in despair.
The damage was very severe, beyond repair.
The radio was totaled.
He didn't linger any longer, immediately got out of the vehicle, and said to Mist and Rabbani, "Go, go, go! Retreat!"
"What?! Did you make contact?"
Mist, still unaware of what had happened, was under the illusion that Song Heping had acted quickly.
Song Heping said with a dark expression, "The radio's broken."
"Broken?!"
Mist almost jumped up in shock.
"How did it break?"
Song Heping replied, "It was hit by a stray bullet."
Mist was stunned.
But he quickly came to himself and leaped out of the vehicle.
"Then let's make a run for it! Otherwise, are we just going to wait here for death?!"
The three of them started running northward, not daring to stop even for a moment, quickly disappearing into the vastness of the highland.
...
Above the Persian Plateau.
The cook sat on the edge of the helicopter, using binoculars to search the ground.
Unfortunately, he found nothing.
The sky was slowly darkening, as the sun settled beyond distant mountains.
"We're running low on fuel, we need to head back!"
The pilot turned his head and shouted to the mercenaries in the cabin.
Upon hearing this, Grey Wolf sighed, "It's already the third day..."
He thought better of it and swallowed the rest of his sentence.
The cook's complexion wasn't great, the setting sun casting his face in an eerie mix of gold and shadow.
Suddenly, he said, "If we switch places, and we're Song, and Song is in the helicopter now, what do you think he would do?"
After speaking, he turned to look at his brothers.
The others inside the cabin were caught off guard by the cook's question and were momentarily at a loss, exchanging glances, unsure of how to answer.
Hunter said, "Cook, aren't you putting us in a tough spot? We're no good at tactics, that's Song's forte."
The cook shot him a disdainful look and turned toward White Bear, "White Bear, tell me, what would you do if you were in this situation?"
White Bear looked astounded, pointed to his nose, and said, "You're asking me?"
The cook cursed, "No shit!"
White Bear rolled his eyes and thought for a while before pointing at Queen, "You might as well ask Yuliy!"
Upon hearing this, Yuliy elbowed White Bear hard in the arm and said, "Andre! Don't make trouble for me if you have nothing better to do!"
Clearly, Queen Julia was also at a loss for ideas.
Seeing this, Grey Wolf could not help but say, "Cook, we're all very anxious, but we've been patrolling this area with helicopters every day. We can't possibly scour the entire highland, nor can it be done. Patrolling between Awaz and Istand Mountain was the plan Song gave when he left, and I have no better idea than that..."