At the direction of the rebel armed organization's artillery position, Song Heping lifted his head from the mud, wiped his face, and found something warm. He pulled it off to see.
Vaguely, he recognized it as a piece of intestine.
"Damn..."
Even after witnessing countless bloody scenes, he still felt a wave of nausea.
He, Disaster Star, and Antonov had planned to launch a flank attack on Damar's troops when they suddenly discovered this artillery position.
Although this artillery position posed no immediate threat to him, it was a huge problem for Maria and others in the woods.
It is likely that this was the reason why the Eastern European mercenaries brought by Nicholas suffered heavy casualties.
Attacking the enemy's artillery position was a very wise choice.
But the violent explosions blasted the muddy ground of the swamp area, almost burying Song Heping.
The armed factions that discovered their artillery positions had been wiped out started an assault on the location under the commander's orders. In the surrounding darkness, clusters of muzzle flashes twinkled like stars.
Bullets rained down, hitting the surrounding trees with sharp sounds.
"Retreat into the forest!"
The artillery position was in a depression, which could certainly serve as cover, but if Song Heping had Anton Coward and Disaster Star set up a firepoint here with him, it would be a foolish decision.
With too few numbers, even establishing a firepoint would not withstand the charge of large troops.
The secret to defeating more with less must be mobile warfare.
"No way! Although these guys are firing randomly, there are too many people; retreating now is a dead end!"
Antonov panted heavily, crouching behind a pile of dirt in the depression, firing towards the muzzle flashes and responding to Song Heping's command.
"Queen!"
Song Heping immediately called out to Queen on the channel.
Queen was the sniper responsible for supporting Song Heping's team.
"Watch me!"
Approximately two hundred meters away from the depression where Song Heping and others were located, Queen had already set up her modified SUV semi-automatic sniper rifle.
This gun was one of the two custom-made sniper rifles Song Heping captured during the Mosul sniping battle against Illiguo.
One of them was given to Queen.
The accuracy of this gun is high, and the barrel was also modified, with better dispersal and stability of the point of impact compared to ordinary SUVs.
The biggest drawback is the ammunition.
Its ammunition is custom-made, with increased charge for extended range, so the barrel is also customized, thickened to a competition-grade barrel that can fit a silencer and has a tripod, almost top-tier among DIY firearms.
Bang—
Bang—
Bang—
Although the semi-automatic sniper rifle doesn't match the range of a bolt-action single-shot sniper rifle, its sustained firepower is superior due to semi-automatic firing, and its area control ability is better.
Queen aimed at target after target through the sight, continually pulling the trigger.
Her marksmanship was accurate enough to hit every shot at such mid-to-short distances.
With each kill, she murmured to calculate her achievements.
"1..."
"2..."
"3..."
"4..."
After an entire magazine, she quickly replaced it with another.
Soon, beads of sweat emerged on the tip of Queen's nose.
Because she felt a surge of helplessness from within.
No matter how excellent the sniper, facing armed faction forces that surged like a tide, she was powerless to turn the tide.
"Damn it! There are too many of them!"
Queen cursed loudly on the channel.
"These guys can't even see around themselves, unable to cause psychological threats!"
The greatest utility of a sniper is not necessarily in kills, but in causing tremendous psychological threats to the enemy.
When a troop enters an area with snipers ambushed, snipers take out commanders, kill communications personnel, and destroy communication equipment, collapsing the entire command system.
And when others see people around them poking their heads up and getting killed, the psychological pressure makes them timid.
After all, people fear death – it's instinctive.
Now it's night.