Song Heping was powerless to turn the tide even if he were as tough as nails.
They were facing an entire platoon.
The bullets were pouring down like a torrential rain; it wasn't an exaggeration to describe it that way.
He and Rabbani were pinned behind a mound of earth, unable to even raise their heads.
They didn't even have a chance to stick their guns out.
Given the density of the barrage, it could break your hand and damage your gun.
Dadadada—
Dadadada—
A burst of gunfire came from behind; Mist, who had already retreated over thirty meters, was shooting at the attacking Persian border police from a slope.
Mist's marksmanship was still quite impressive; every burst found its mark, two bursts took out two men.
Faced with this sudden ambush, the advancing speed of the border police slowed substantially, as those at the forefront immediately sought cover on-site.
As a result, the pressure on Song Heping's side significantly decreased.
He pulled Rabbani up from the ground and yelled, "Run!"
Then he raised his gun and shot, suppressing the firepower ahead.
Rabbani stumbled a few meters forward, but ultimately his courage was too meager; fearing someone was shooting at him from behind, he dived into a pit ahead and cowered inside.
"Reloading!"
Song Heping quickly emptied a magazine and immediately ducked back behind the mound to change it.
Tactically, Rabbani should have started firing immediately to support Song Heping once he found cover.
Unexpectedly, he was too scared to even poke his head out of the pit.
Mist on the slope began to curse furiously again.
If the three of them coordinated, they could have maintained continuous fire.
Now, Rabbani's fear had completely disrupted the group's tactical coordination, breaking the continuity of their firepower.
What worried Mist the most was he noticed that the border police were starting to move.
"They're beginning to flank us from both sides! We need to get out of here fast!"
Song Heping shouted, "FCUK! I want to leave too!"
Before his words even faded, bullets whizzed and struck the mound, showering him in dirt and debris.
"Fire, Rabbani!"
Song Heping yelled back.
But there was still no reaction from Rabbani.
Song Heping was so incensed he felt murderous.
Since he noticed an encroachment from the flank, Mist had no choice but to switch to side defense, gunning down two from a squad a hundred meters away that was on the move.
"Song! I can't cover you! You've got to run for it yourself!"
He was right.
He couldn't cover the front anymore.
Three men were too few!
And with a coward bungling things inside, their fighting strength was greatly reduced.
If they didn't intercept the ones flanking soon, the three would quickly be encircled and attacked from different directions, leaving them on a path to certain death.
So, the front had to be borne by Song Heping alone.
It was out of the question to rely on Rabbani.
As Mist turned to the flank, the attack squad of the border police sprang into action.
Under Lieutenant Abel's command, they stood up from behind cover and began fanning out to attack Song Heping.
After all, Abel was an experienced border police officer.
He knew Song Heping might be a sharpshooter, but he was just one man.
No matter how fierce you are, you are still just one person.
Using a fan formation for the attack widened the front line, which was very effective against a single target.
Because one person couldn't possibly shoot each enemy spread across a hundred-meter front simultaneously.
Song Heping could only fire a couple of shots here and there, shooting to the left would lead to a charge from the right; firing to the right would result in an advance from the left.
This way, he couldn't form an effective blockade.
Indeed, after killing three more border police, Song Heping noticed a problem.
They were getting closer to him.