"Hand Grenade!"
Thomas shouted, quickly ducking behind the wall.
Although Song Heping didn't clearly see what had been thrown in, he had no interest in checking.
Just like Thomas, he pressed himself against the wall and shrank back, squatting down tightly against the wall and curling up into a ball.
As long as the hand grenade didn't directly land in front of him, he generally wouldn't be killed by the blast wave, and with a wall there, the shrapnel wouldn't take his life.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
The explosions sounded one after another.
Though separated by a wall, the shock and noise from the explosions in the confined space still made it somewhat suffocating to breathe, not to mention the ears, which really suffered. Fortunately, they had covered them up when ducking, otherwise, their eardrums might have burst.
After the explosions, the dust inside the room thickened, instantly blurring their vision.
"Fire!"
Thomas started shouting again.
While speaking, he held his gun toward the rear door and began sweeping it with fire.
Song Heping also couldn't care less at this point.
This was a common method of storming buildings, armed operatives would surely seize the moment right after the explosions to attack, anyone would do the same.
Now, stalling for time was crucial; they couldn't hope to kill the opponents but scaring them into not daring to rashly attack and holding off for just ten or eight minutes would be enough.
Song Heping didn't dare to expose his head, in case the enemy had the same idea and would sweep the inside of the door during their breach—he could easily get his head blown off.
If exposing himself was too risky, then he would just blind fire.
He grabbed the handle and foregrip of the AKM, shifted sideways from behind the wall, aimed roughly at the doorway, close enough, and then squeezed the trigger.
This method was very safe, and the worst-case scenario would be getting shot in the hand, not losing his life.
Ratatatatata—
Song Heping held down the trigger and swept the area until he had fired most of the bullets in the magazine.
More than twenty bullet holes appeared in the front door.
He then heard a thump behind the door as if a heavy object had fallen.
Then came the swearing—in Arabic, spoken so fast that Song Heping couldn't make out the actual words, but the tone was clearly frantic, suggesting someone had been shot.
Frenzied was just right.
What they wanted was the enemy feeling both anxious and helpless.
"Song, well done!"
Thomas witnessed Song Heping's actions, visibly surprised, and gave him a thumbs-up from across the room.
"Did you have military training?"
Song Heping didn't want to answer the question, especially since Thomas's annoying accent made it hard to even distinguish between "Song" and "sang."
"Be careful, they're probably going to go mad!" Thomas added, encouraging Song Heping, "Don't be scared! Our people will be here in a few minutes."
Scared?
Song Heping suddenly thought of the word.
Right.
He didn't seem to feel afraid.
He was somewhat surprised by his own performance.
Normally, someone who had never been through actual combat might panic during their first firefight.
His heart was indeed racing, but this acceleration wasn't due to fear...
It was due to excitement...
He actually felt thrilled.
At that moment, there was movement outside the door, and Song Heping heard something else being thrown in.
The sound was muffled, without the noise of it rolling on the ground.
This time it didn't seem like a hand grenade?
No.
It was still a hand grenade.
Just a string of hand grenades...
Song Heping saw those serpent-like objects drop inside the house, crashing onto the living room floor near the entrance.
It was an old-style ammunition pouch stuffed with hand grenades.