The battlefield's fate often changes in an instant.
Just when hope seemed within reach, a few seconds had passed, and the squad was completely at a disadvantage.
Aboard the Black Hawk helicopter, Lieutenant Louis shoved the machine gunner aside, grabbed the M240 machine gun, and sprayed the jungle below with bullets.
He wished nothing more than to riddle Song Heping and his men with holes.
Bullets poured down like raindrops.
Fortunately, the jungle canopy obscured the view, and the helicopter pilot dared not hover.
After all, they had suffered a loss before.
Team B's helicopter had been showing off with a hover when it was shot down with a single, devastating blow.
He kept flying in circles.
It was this behavior that prevented Lieutenant Louis from being able to spray gunfire more effectively. Attacking from the air to the ground was not a simple feat, especially in the jungle where trees covered the view and trunks blocked bullets.
Even so, it still left Song Heping and his men in a sorry state, hiding in the jungle.
"Get out of here! Get out of here!"
He kept shouting to the others.
After all, staying put was a foolish thing to do.
They could only quickly change hiding spots, using the tree canopy as cover to hide deeper in the jungle, making it impossible for the enemy to locate them.
Staying still was nothing more than asking to be shot.
The team immediately scattered to escape.
As long as they could leave the area and avoid the helicopter's deadly spray, nothing else mattered.
Song Heping eventually found a huge tree and immediately hid beneath its twisted, interlocked roots.
This was the best hiding place.
Grey Wolf was the one who had followed him into this spot.
Where the others had run off to was anyone's guess.
"Everyone report your position and status."
"I'm fine, hiding in a ditch."
"I'm also fine, behind a tree, about a hundred meters from where we were attacked..."
After everyone had reported in one by one, and they were all okay, Song Heping could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
It was good that White Bear, a former Russian paratrooper, was used to the sound of MI-171 helicopters and had sent out a timely warning to everyone.
If they had followed the cook to the river bank to wait for the plane just now, they would probably be dead by now.
Song Heping suddenly remembered something important.
Dominic!
He hastily took out his phone and began dialing Dominic's number.
But it didn't go through.
That's right!
It didn't go through!
He glanced at the screen.
"Damn it, no signal!"
The trees here were too dense; even satellite signals couldn't penetrate the canopy.
But he had to notify Dominic and inform him of the situation.
If Dominic were to fly over recklessly and the enemy discovered him, they would definitely open fire. Dominic was piloting a civil-use helicopter without weapons; it was nothing but a target.
"Grey Wolf, you stay here, I have to go to a place where there's a signal," Song Heping said as he crawled out from under the tree roots.
His heartbeat was accelerating.
Because this was a risky move.
A place with good signal meant the canopy wasn't as dense, allowing the signal to come through.
But in places where the canopy was thin, it was much easier for the helicopter above to spot him.
It was a tough decision.
But if Dominic was shot down by accident, then the whole team would be finished.
For the lives of the entire team, Song Heping decided to take the risk.
"I'll accompany you, boss; an extra person means extra cover," Grey Wolf said as he too crawled out.
Song Heping looked at Grey Wolf, his heart warmed, and he nodded vigorously, "Good brother."
Though they were all mercenaries, after more than a year of sharing life and death together, they had long become brothers in arms. That was beyond doubt; everything was said in those words "good brother."