"I'm using this weapon control platform for the first time as well; I need some time to get familiar with it!"
Ferrari defended in the communication channel: "Keep low, it's fine!"
"Suka! Keep low yourself! Your warhead landed in my clothes!"
Antonov cursed.
"Can't you raise your gun barrel a bit higher!? Aim about a meter above the ground and sweep across, then you won't hit the rocks next to our low ground and cause ricochets, you know!? Do you know what ricochets are?! Do you know how many people in war-torn areas died from ricochets over the years!? Ricochets can kill too! These are 12.7 caliber bullets, not .38 caliber!"
Russian's way of cursing is quite amusing, maybe it's due to the Russian language, not only is the swearing fast, but it also sounds quite rhythmic, it's a nation born to curse.
"I can't help it! If I aim high, I'll end up missing human targets, do you want to see those guys swarm around you for a melee combat showdown?! Stop nagging, it's affecting my shooting, keep bothering me, and I might really hit you!"
Ferrari answered defiantly, Antonov wanted to retort but reconsidered and didn't dare.
This guy was from a civilian background, if he really couldn't control it well, and the warhead veered over, just one hitting someone lying in the pit would mean death, not even a bulletproof vest would help.
Song Heping began to calculate his remaining cards in the low ground.
The helicopter would take at least another 15 minutes to arrive.
Before that, we must rely on our handful of personnel to hold off possibly a battalion of enemy forces.
This kind of risky plan actually has a huge danger factor.
If any link went wrong, it might result in total annihilation.
Even Song Heping, usually steady like an old dog, couldn't help but feel a bit jittery and started contemplating how each team should retreat if the helicopter did not arrive in time.
"Ferrari, is the helicopter sure to come?!"
"It will come!"
Ferrari responded while firing.
"I guarantee!"
"And what's your guarantee?!"
"I didn't pay him, just promised his wife, agreed to give him three million US Dollars after the deed is done!"
Ferrari seemed very confident.
"People greedy for money will adhere to their promises before they receive it!"
"You talked with his wife?!"
Song Heping was momentarily dumbstruck.
What kind of logic is this?
"He's afraid of his wife! His wife weighs three hundred pounds, abuses him daily! Hahaha. Dare to pull off this deal, that guy will go back only to be squashed by his wife!"
Ferrari finished and laughed himself.
"Pfft—"
Song Heping couldn't help but laugh too.
Suddenly, he remembered something.
"Jiang Feng, it's time, initiate your attack now! Their troop movements are overwhelmingly focused on us here, the other side must be very empty. Henry, you're to provide fire support for Jiang!"
"OK! No problem!"
Henry said: "I've been waiting for this!"
"Wipe them out! I want to see their corpses later, see who dares to ambush me on my turf!"
A few hundred meters away, Colonel Damar crouched behind a stump, gritting his teeth.
Being suddenly ambushed and having his artillery positions blown up was extremely unfavorable for the attack on Nicholas and those Eastern European mercenaries.
Without artillery support, the Eastern European mercenaries who previously couldn't lift their heads due to the bombardment have regrouped lines and constructed a fire line in the forest, holding off the attack momentum.
To eliminate Song Heping's group faster, Damar shifted half his entire troop's strength towards Song Heping's direction, while reducing the soldiers attacking Nicholas's direction to one company.
Additionally, there were two platoons responsible for his own guard duty, he's a man afraid of death, even at times like these, he dared not dispatch his guards into battle.
This was his ace for survival, also the most elite part within the whole troop.
"Where are the Red Horse Camp and Rocket Battalion?! Why haven't they arrived?!"
Damar suddenly remembered his other forces.
All those damned British, earlier had them cross the northern Machar Swamp directly to the border line to intercept Song Heping and others, divided his subordinate battalions, left one battalion alongside him moving slowly behind, other two battalions moved rapidly directly to the border.
Never expected halfway along, the British again called for changing direction, directly south to Nasser's direction.
Caused his troops to completely disperse, now couldn't gather together.
If they could gather together, those dozen people wouldn't have been melted down long ago!
"They are still on the way, 45 kilometers from us!"
The Lieutenant in charge of the communication radio quickly provided an answer.
"45 kilometers..."