Jiang Feng was organizing the raid while Song Heping lay beside the machine gun, deep in thought.
He felt that the situation was truly bizarre.
After all, the Alta militants were not known to favor night battles.
They usually chose to attack or ambush during the day.
The reason was simple; the Multinational Coalition had night vision equipment and radios, ready to call in A-10 attack planes for ground sweeps.
Why had no reinforcements come to aid the small medical team that was nearly annihilated?
And what got into Alta today, daring to launch a night raid on the small units of the Multinational Coalition?
"Gabri and Arthur have already started to deploy."
Jiang Feng returned to Song Heping's side, whispering, "Strike will commence in ten minutes."
Song Heping looked at the medical team on the road nearby and said with a resigned smile, "Let's hope their God shows some miracles to get them through these ten minutes; otherwise, we can only collect the bodies."
"I'm not helping them collect bodies," said Jiang Feng. "We've wasted enough time here, need to move on."
Suddenly, amid the gunfire, Song Heping heard a woman's scream.
"There's a woman..."
Jiang Feng was somewhat surprised.
Song Heping said, "It's a medical team; having female soldiers and officers is normal, let's hope they don't resort to suicide."
Time passed quickly.
The special combat squads led by Gabri and Arthur had already sneaked up behind the enemy.
"First squad in position."
"Second squad in position."
Song Heping checked his watch.
Only eight minutes had passed.
It seems that Grey Wolf and the instructors at the school had trained them well, soldiers honed with Chinese-style training were physically superb, adept at infiltration, probably perfected these complex terrain tactics during their school days.
"Action!"
With that command, Song Heping raised his machine gun and began a long burst of fire at another machine gun position not too far away that he had been eyeing for a while.
Dadadadadada—
Dadadadadada—
The two long bursts silenced the machine gun position over a hundred meters away.
The Alta militants were confused.
Their commander had not yet figured out what was happening.
Song Heping's position was supposedly held by their troops.
And now he was firing at his own machine gun positions.
"Abdul! Hou Saini! What the hell are you doing!"
In his desperation, the Alta commander made a grave mistake.
He exposed half of his body and started shouting towards them.
That was typical Alta combat mode.
Very primitive.
Their strength was their extreme familiarity with the local terrain, they could navigate it blindfolded.
Knowing where to envelop, where to ambush, where to retreat.
But their tactics were simple, and their communication relied on shouting.
Song Heping promptly delivered a burst of 7.62 bullets, sending the commander to meet his maker.
With the commander dead, the Alta militants immediately plunged into chaos.
The tables had turned.
The two special combat squads led by Gabri and Arthur flanked from behind, severing the enemy's lines completely.
An ambush battle typically forms encircling lines that converge on the target.
Once the enemy's line is broken with a flanking maneuver, the ambush loses all meaning.
Plus, all of Song Heping's men had night vision goggles, and although the terrain was not as familiar to them, they had already moved within visual range, at distances no more than fifty meters, it was merely a unilateral slaughter.
The trapped coalition forces on the highway felt a sudden decrease in pressure.
Survivors felt as though the previously intense gunfire had vanished like splashed water.
Gunfire was still dense, but no bullets hit near them or the stones in front of them.
About fifteen minutes later.