When the soldier stepped forward to cuff Song Heping, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the east side of the base.
Boom——
An RPG rocket, from out of nowhere, accurately struck the armored vehicle sealed at the camp gate. As the fireball rose, gunshots rang out like a torrential downpour.
The government army soldiers on the sentry towers around the camp were hit one after another, screaming as they fell from the high buildings, crashing heavily to the ground, their skulls shattered.
The surrounding government soldiers were instantly thrown into panic.
These poorly trained rabble ultimately lacked training skills.
They were so caught off guard by the sudden attack that they didn't even know where to point their guns.
"Enemy! The enemy!"
Screams echoed from the guard troops outside the camp.
Amid the soldiers surrounding Song Heping and others in the camp, some began to panic and move towards the buildings and tents, instinctively searching for cover.
The government soldier who had just snatched Song Heping's satellite phone turned to look towards the direction of the camp gate.
This mere few seconds of confusion was already enough for Song Heping.
To not resist now would truly lead only to a dead end.
The contents of Lumar's call had already pushed everyone to the brink.
No matter how unwilling Song Heping was, he had to fight for his life now.
"Kill them!"
Song Heping struck the guard's throat with his elbow, seized the AKM assault rifle, and rolled swiftly under the vehicle.
Ratatatat——
Ratatatat——
Several bullets chased and hit the car door.
Some of the government soldiers realized what was happening and turned their guns towards Song Heping's position, opening fire.
All the Special Forces soldiers quickly reacted.
Although all of them were injured, at the brink of life and death, they still burst out with astonishing combat power and reaction speed.
Before those government soldiers could fully grasp the situation, Gabri had already retaken control of the machine gun on the roof of one of the jeeps and began to fire ferociously at the surrounding area.
Ratatatatat——
Ratatatatatatat——
It was no longer necessary to aim by now.
The distance between both sides was less than twenty meters.
The government soldiers formed a circle like rice ready to be harvested in a paddy field, falling one after another under the machine gun barrage.
Everyone fought desperately, picking up the weapons they had just dropped and began counterattacking.
Although the government soldiers lost at least twenty to thirty men in that short moment of confusion, there were many of them after all, with more than a hundred soldiers surrounding the convoy.
They, too, began raising their guns and firing.
The gunfire was deafening, screams echoed all around.
The government army, the mercenaries from the "Musician" defense...
The smell of blood soon wafted into the air, the surroundings engulfed in a rain of blood.
Song Heping at this point couldn't concern himself with his own side's casualties.
He wasn't even clear on who exactly was attacking the camp from outside to rescue him.
But judging from the gunfire outside, it seemed to be troops who had received rigorous training.
Definitely not the government army of the Sen Republic.
After removing more than a dozen government soldiers in front of him, Song Heping saw that massive backside — yes, it was Wula.
This general, accustomed to a life of ease, had allowed himself to become a 200-pound fat man.
Fleeing was the most disadvantageous for a fat man.
Not only a huge target but also extremely slow.
"Die."
Song Heping didn't hesitate, lying under the wheel, firing a short burst at his fat back.
Ratatatat——
With three shots, Wula toppled face-first into the dust, immediately becoming a corpse.
The situation had reversed.
The camp had long since descended into chaos.
Song Heping took a moment to observe, confirmed the path ahead was safe, and immediately crawled out from under the vehicle, shouting, "Get in the car! Withdraw!"