Just over ten seconds had passed, and Song Heping's Falcon Special Combat Team had already suffered significant losses.
Attack teams from all four directions had been hit by sudden assaults.
These guys were extremely well-hidden.
And who knows when they had already taken cover here.
Now, Song Heping no longer had time to think about where these guys had come from; perhaps they had been following Baghdadi all along, waiting like a hunter for their prey.
"Someone's down!"
"Lucia's been shot!"
"Team 3 needs support!"
"Their firepower is too fierce; we are trapped!"
The sound of gunfire was intense.
At this time, the bodyguards in Baghdadi's compound had all reacted; they didn't dare to run out of the courtyard but instead rushed to the rooftop, holding guns and fiercely strafing the Falcon Special Combat Team mercenaries below.
At this moment, every soldier in Song Heping's special combat team was in grave danger, facing attacks from both sides, leaving no room for Song Heping to hesitate.
"Where are they hiding?"
Jiang Feng was standing opposite Song Heping.
At this moment, he was leading the company's core combat team, which was the strongest group, including Disaster Star, Collins, Klein, and the others.
But no matter how strong their combat ability was, at this moment, they were helplessly pinned down.
The enemy was in the dark; they were in the light.
Furthermore, in terms of equipment, they were in no way inferior to the "Musician" defense's people here, having all the initiative and advantage.
Song Heping felt enormous pressure.
He must make a decision in the shortest time, dispatch the core team.
Not just send them out, but also ensure they are sent to the most suitable position to locate the enemy and then counterattack.
"Shh—"
Song Heping motioned for Jiang Feng to be silent.
He closed his eyes and began to listen attentively.
Jiang Feng was so anxious he felt like jumping off the building.
At such a critical moment, his squad leader was half-closing his eyes as if a monk entering meditation.
This was a battle!
A second could determine life or death.
The four special combat team attack groups were stuck in the mud at this time; in just over a minute, several had been wounded or killed.
The firepower group was getting hammered to the point where they couldn't even raise their heads.
The enemy sniper's shooting was extremely ruthless and precise; one member of the firepower group had his head blown off while the others were pinned down at their hiding spots, unable to move.
Sweat seeped out from Song Heping's forehead, sliding down in large droplets.
The surrounding topographic maps continually flashed through his mind.
Topography...
Topography...
All tactics rely on the use of terrain.
The enemy ambushing them must have also made tactical predictions in advance, gauging which buildings they would use, where they would set up attack positions, and where to place snipers.
The fact that Hunter had been shot explained everything.
Perhaps, after the Persian Agents entered here to monitor Baghdadi, they had been watched.
They just didn't know it.
A special unit capable of this must undoubtedly be national level.
CIA?
ISA?
Seal?
Delta?
Or "Watcher"?
Countless thoughts flashed by, leaving his mind in complete disarray.
Song Heping had to find out the enemy's approximate positions on the map from his memory in the shortest time possible.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and reached out to Disaster Star: "M320."
Disaster Star was taken aback for a moment but immediately unhooked the M320 grenade launcher from his back and handed it over.