The deputy team leader's death bought time for the remaining three.
Song Heping did not choose to swing his gun again to search for a second target.
Because he knew that by now, his position was definitely exposed.
The best plan is to retreat!
A sniper spot is to never be lingered on for too long.
Less than ten seconds after he left the sniper spot to move, a grenade round landed on his original position.
Boom——
Although Song Heping was already crouching to lower his profile and avoid detection, he still felt a sting on his thigh, as if stung by a bee.
No need to look to know it was shrapnel from the explosion.
That's how real combat is, people always take bumps and nicks, catch shrapnel, or even take a bullet.
Get used to it, and you won't be surprised.
However, the enemy's blind fire was used so expertly—accurate from such a distance and in such a short time—it was clear they're professionals.
"Marz, Nielsen, did you see that guy!?"
"Saw him, by the rock 300 meters away!"
"OK, if you see him, take him out. Marz, you stay put and cover him, Nielsen and I will flank."
"No problem!"
Marz immediately found a raised mound of dirt, lay beside it, and set up his assault rifle.
Now the three of them had the initiative.
The opposite sniper had already moved his position, but during his relocation, they seized the advantageous terrain and aimed their guns, putting the enemy at a disadvantage.
Unless he runs hundreds of meters away, within the 400-meter range, an assault rifle with a scope can precisely hit the target with semi-automatic fire, and Marz was very confident in this.
His two comrades, Warren and Nielsen, were already flanking from the left and right wings. Soon, their enemy would experience the feeling of being trapped in a pincer attack.
Just as he was gritting his teeth, eager to witness the sniper's demise, a thought suddenly struck him.
"Nielsen, Warren, I remember there were two of them, how come I only saw one just now..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
Marz was startled, quickly rolled over to aim his gun backwards.
But it was too late.
A shadow appeared ten meters away, his assault rifle spewing a burst of flames.
Ratatat——
Marz felt a strong force hit him, darkness fell before his eyes, and he immediately went offline to report to God.
Willie approached stealthily like a leopard.
He examined the body on the ground, checked the enemy's gear, then his gaze rested on the neck just below, where a short pattern was revealed near the chest.
Because there was quite a lot of blood on the chest and neck, it was becoming indistinct.
Willie pushed up his night vision goggles, leaned closer, and with gloved hands, unbuckled the collar, tore open the tactical vest and wiped away the bloodstains on Marz's chest.
A tattoo was revealed on the skin.
Under the moonlight, Willie saw the familiar emblem clearly.
"FUCK!"
He cursed bitterly.
Because it was an image of the Grim Reaper with a scythe.
He knew the origin of this design, who these people were, or at least who they used to be.
But now he couldn't warn Song Heping to be careful.
Because the two had already cut off all communication devices to avoid being tracked.
So now, they relied purely on primitive tactical hand signals and talking for communication, with practically no long-distance interaction, depending entirely on their own tactical training for coordination.
Willie put his night vision goggles back on and sprinted swiftly towards higher ground with his gun.
He couldn't care less that he might be clearly visible on the ridge.
If he doesn't hurry, he wasn't sure if Song Heping alone could handle the two Seal Team members.
That's right.
The Grim Reaper emblem just now belonged to a Seal Team once stationed in East Asia, but now they were here in Central Asia, which was really bewildering.
Tattoos are quite common in the US Army, especially among Special Forces.
Although regulations are strict regarding tattoos, such as banning them from the face or hands, violations are still common.
In Special Forces, tattoos are very prevalent. It's not just a cultural phenomenon but also a reflection of individual personality and background. These tattoos can represent personal experiences, family, friends, or a pursuit of certain values.