Song Heping's position was elevated, allowing him to overlook the second floor of the building opposite, but he couldn't clearly see the first-floor passage.
However, from the firing angle, a single RPG rocket launched from a second-floor window should hit the staircase turn between the first and second floors, provided the aim was accurate.
This was the most likely place to set up an ambush.
Song Heping hoisted the RPG, moved to the window, and checked the firing safety. Everything was in order.
The RPG was ready to fire.
He suddenly turned around, instantly aimed at the second-floor window of the opposite building, and pulled the trigger as quickly as he could. He didn't even have time to glance at the explosion effect before immediately retreating behind the wall.
Just as he ducked back, a volley of bullets hit near the window, cracking loudly.
Fortunately, he dodged quickly, or else Song Heping would have had his "head bloom."
The RPG rocket, dragging a fiery tail, screamed sharply, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and darted into the second-floor window.
Boom—
The second-floor window and the first-floor corridor flashed with fire. The shockwave and blast wind directly killed the militants hiding at the turn of the second floor.
Having already taken cover by the door, the cook heard the explosion and immediately pulled open the iron door, shouting to White Bear, "Charge!"
White Bear stormed in, guns blazing continuously as he advanced.
Armed with an M249 light machine gun, he had enough ammunition to suppress the militants at the end of the corridor.
The two soon reached the end of the corridor, where two militants' bodies already lay.
The personnel at the exit of the second-floor staircase were dazed by the explosion of the RPG rocket, and by the time they realized what was happening, the cook and White Bear had already reached the second floor.
Each took charge of one side, continuously firing, exhausting their bullets, throwing hand grenades, then immediately pulling out pistols, covering each other as they changed magazines...
Song Heping on the opposite building was not idle either.
He began to clear each floor downwards. By then, Song Heping had entered a frenzied state of killing—it could be said that he killed anyone in his way, be they man or divine figure.
No one was faster than his gun.
Many were faster, but none were as accurate as him.
Samir had already run from the alley to the building's entrance below.
Soon, the iron door squeaked open.
Song Heping's voice from inside said, "Everyone, come in!"
The "Musician" defense squad quickly took over the building.
Meanwhile, in the small square, the Sword Camp and Warrior Camp began to slowly advance, adopting a coordinated infantry and tank approach to clearing the buildings in the area.
The sound of gunfire and artillery formed a chaotic mess in the city.
Song Heping returned to the rooftop of the fifth floor, from where he gave orders to Hunter and Queen, "Hunter, Queen, see where I am? Quickly move closer to me. The position here is good; let's establish a new sniper point here."
"Understood!"
After giving the order, Song Heping ran to the west side of the roof and took out binoculars to look for Vincent's squad's position.
Their position was even more advanced than the "Musician" defense's position.
Previously ignoring the armed militants at their rear and leaving them to Song Heping and his team, Vincent was now leading two platoons from Sword Camp along with tanks and Humvees, having advanced about three hundred meters ahead.
Unfortunately, they could advance no further.
For they were being ambushed.
Song Heping observed for a moment and noticed they were blocked at a fork in the road.
The lead Abrams tank seemed to have been hit by anti-tank weapons, blackened in two places and emitting wisps of black smoke from its sides. Although the armor appeared unbreached, the driver seemed scared, beginning to reverse there.
On the road, Song Heping saw an even more alarming sight.
Altogether four Sword Camp soldiers lay by the roadside, while the rest had already retreated into the buildings nearby, none daring to show their heads.
Clearly, they were being targeted by a sniper.
Song Heping quickly ducked back, taking cover behind a fence.
He now also dared not show his head for too long.
If the "Hunter" organization's top sniper was so accurately skilled, just showing himself for more than five seconds could pose a risk of being sniped.
He guessed that the reason the opposition's sniper had not yet attacked his area was because Vincent's squad had drawn their attention.
Song Heping could not estimate how many enemy snipers were hidden in the unknown areas ahead.
Urban combat is just like this.
It gets messy once the fighting starts.
No one knows what is hidden among the countless buildings.
Logically, according to the US Army's combat principle, this was when aerial forces should have come into play.
Sure enough, just moments later, two Warthog attack aircraft swept overhead.
Boom—