After Song Heping launched an attack on the CIA joint command under the leadership of Jiang Feng's Team A, he began to make a detour, leaving the original road. According to the coordinates reported by Group C led by White Bear, he quickly maneuvered past from the side of the Green Berets.
His appearance caused the Green Berets, who had already started an orderly retreat, to suffer a significant blow once again.
"Open fire!"
After getting into the attack position, Song Heping gave a calm and decisive order.
Twenty automatic weapons simultaneously spat fire, creating a deadly barrage.
The Green Berets were caught in a pincer attack, instantly falling into a desperate situation.
In just a minute, four more team members were hit and fell to the ground.
Marcus rolled behind a rock, his cheek cut by the debris.
He quickly assessed the situation—at least twenty people on the flank, and at least thirty to forty behind. Six of their own had already been lost, and the remaining team members were pinned down on an exposed sandy ground, without even a chance to raise their heads.
A sliver of despair surged in his heart.
But he quickly suppressed it forcibly.
After all, he was a commander of the Green Berets who had undergone the most professional guerrilla training.
Even when besieged on all sides, he knew very well he couldn't crumble.
If he crumbled, others would be doomed for certain.
Then no one would have a hope of survival.
Song Heping hated the CIA and US Special Forces the most.
All kinds of leaked videos previously had shown this point.
Falling into his hands...
Marcus felt a chill on his neck, not daring to think further about the consequences.
"Smoke bomb cover! Everyone break through to the west! Mark the location!"
He decisively changed the plan, simultaneously retrieving a signal flare from his waist and shooting a red flare into the sky.
Another team member threw out two glow sticks.
Their assault here had already sent out an emergency signal for assistance.
Although the front command couldn't be relied upon, Langley Headquarters would receive the distress call.
The military would definitely dispatch Delta quickly to come to the rescue.
Those guys had been deployed in the Sahel Region, and they were supposed to act together tonight. However, the higher-ups temporarily ordered their Green Berets squad to go first.
Unexpectedly...
Going first turned into dying first...
Song Heping seemed to have already mastered all of their movements.
Marcus suddenly recalled a saying from the seniors.
It's easy to be sold out when working with the CIA.
Because the CIA's intelligence network sometimes is like a leaky fishing net, and the operation information is very likely to have been leaked!
"Damn CIA!"
He cursed in anger.
Marking his own attack point was the last means to seek aid from the Delta Force that might still be nearby.
As the red flare rose into the night sky over the Northern Sudan wilderness, Langley CIA Headquarters was already in chaos.
"The forward command is completely out of contact!" The technical director trembled, "The last video showed they were under bombardment!"
Deputy Director Pence slammed a fist onto the table: "What about the Green Berets squad?"
"Lost contact five minutes ago, but before the disconnect, Captain Marcus sent out the 'Ambushed' emergency code."
The war room fell into deadly silence.
Everyone understood what this meant—they had been outsmarted by Song Heping again.
"Immediately contact the Delta team stationed in Chad, and have them provide support at all costs!"
Pence ordered, "Notify the Pentagon, we need to mobilize all resources in the Sahel, including requesting assistance from Britain and France, and secure an emergency air corridor over Northern Sudan. I don't care about anything else, order Delta Force to move out immediately, immediately!"
"Yes, Sir!"
The subordinates executed his orders immediately.
Meanwhile, Pence stood in front of the table of the command, his hands clenched into fists on the tabletop, eyes bloodshot, staring intensely at the screen full of snowflakes in front of him, his teeth gritting audibly.
Thirty minutes later, four MH-60 "Black Hawk" helicopters flew in a low-altitude formation across the Sudanese border.
Delta Force Commander Major Carter sat at the edge of the cabin, holding an SCAR assault rifle in his hand, his face heavy like cold steel, staring fixedly at the dark ground.
Their operation this time completely violated international law, and if shot down, no official U.S. agency would acknowledge their existence.
But to save the Green Berets trapped in heavy siege, they had to take this risk.