Samir's first feeling was that a deity had come down to rescue him.
Of course, he quickly dismissed this fanciful idea.
But who was rescuing him?
Who was shelling the I5I5 armed frontline command?
His thoughts became chaotic again, his CPU almost crashing.
"Commander, this is our best chance to break out, let's run for it!"
Rahman's voice came through the walkie-talkie, sounding distant to Samir, who was lost in thought and confusion, as if from an entirely foreign world.
Eventually, he snapped back to reality.
"No! We can't break out now!"
"What?!"
This time, it was Rahman's turn to think he'd gone deaf.
"Not break out?!"
"Right!" Samir stated affirmatively: "We must counterattack now! If someone is assisting us, it's the perfect opportunity to strike back. If we flee instead of fighting, we will be sending the ones helping us into a trap! This is not how friends treat each other!"
"Friends? You mean, we have friends helping us?!"
"Whether they are or not, since they're now attacking the I5I5 armed frontline positions, they are our allies!"
At this moment, Samir's thoughts suddenly became crystal clear.
Once he had made up his mind, all confusion dissipated, and his mind was as clear as a mirror.
No matter who it was, he had to back them up!
He definitely couldn't let those helping him confront the entire I5I5 force alone.
"All units, concentrate towards the western exit, assemble at full speed immediately, then Rahman will organize a fierce counterattack towards the I5I5 command outside of Lavo Town. One platoon will be responsible for the flanks, intercepting the troops reinforcing the I5I5 command. Before we capture their command and defeat the enemy head-on, they must not cross the interception line by even a step!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
Variety of confirmations soon came through the walkie-talkie.
After issuing the commands, Samir finally took a deep breath and then picked up his assault rifle and said to his bodyguard: "Let's go to the western exit and join Rahman's counterattack."
The mortar barrel was hot.
Song Heping had already fired at least six mortar rounds using the hasty firing technique.
The barrel was starting to heat up.
Usually, during training for hasty firing, they would only fire three rounds.
After three rounds, the barrel would be warm, but now after six rounds, the surface temperature was already close to over sixty degrees Celsius.
He knew if he fired a few more shots he would likely have to stop shooting.
Otherwise, the barrel would get so hot that it would be untouchable.
That's the drawback of the hasty firing technique.
It's good for emergency use but not sustainable for continuous firing.
For sustained, rapid firing, the mortar needs to be mounted on a stand.
"Collins, how is their command post now?!"
"The command post has been destroyed, but there are quite a few of them, probably looking for the cause now."
"They'll come to their senses soon, continue directing the fire, kill as many as you can!"
"Okay, correct the last shot to the right by twenty meters..."
Song Heping gently adjusted the mortar barrel, estimating some of the range data, then took the shell handed to him by Disaster Star and stuffed it into the barrel.
Boom—
Another mortar round was fired.
At this moment, Jiang Feng, who was setting up the mortar beside him, also started furiously firing all the shells he had found.
Soon, Jiang Feng spread his hands: "No more shells!"
Song Heping looked around: "Can we find any more usable ones?"
"Already checked, there's none left!"
Disaster Star spread his hands, expressing his helplessness.
Just now, Song Heping and Jiang Feng had quickly used up the found ammo, one setting up the mortar and the other hasty firing; it was Disaster Star who had scoured through the corpses to find a few undamaged 100mm mortar shells, which allowed them to hold out until now.
"Alright then, they will probably guess that their mortars have been taken out, it's time for us to move." Song Heping put down the barrel and then picked up his rifle saying, "Let's go meet up with Collins and the others. We must employ hit-and-run tactics, we can't stay in one place for too long, there are too many of them, we need to kite!"
Kiting is actually a kind of guerrilla tactic as well.