Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 52 A beautiful one-man ambush

The Queen was indeed one of the few female special forces in the paratroopers. The heavy machine gunner who was killed with two shots was a great help to Song Heping.

A good soldier always knows what to do at what time and never makes a mistake in judgment.

From the farm to the ambush point, Song Heping died of running, but drove there in a blink of an eye.

Of course, Saif's bodyguard is not a loser. He is an elite member of the death squad. When he escaped, he did not forget to strictly abide by the rules of the battlefield, which is not to turn on the lights.

Driving with the lights off is a technical job.

It's a pity that Song Heping has night vision goggles.

He could even see the outline of the kamikaze in the driver's seat of the first SUV. When the convoy entered the attack range of the broad-blade mine, Song Heping pressed the remote control decisively.

Good things are good things, and they are expensive for the same reason.

Two broadsword mines exploded in the night, blooming into flowers of death.

Each broadsword mine comes with 700 small steel balls, and the two of them together are 1400.

In addition, Song Heping arranged them on both sides of the dirt road to form an X-shaped cross fire surface, which shot out like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, easily covering the convoy.

The huge power made Song Heping's heart suddenly thump, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Isn't it going to blow up to death?"

Ordinarily, when landmines are used in an ambush, they want to be as powerful as possible. It is best that one landmine can kill a tank.

But this time is different.

There was Saif in the car.

The four vehicles were now preceded by a pickup truck, with two SUVs sandwiched between them.

One of them must be sitting in the target Saif.

Song Heping didn't know which car this guy was sitting in. After all, the cooks who were fighting with the death squads didn't report this information to him. Obviously, they didn't know either.

If he is killed in a bombing, a dead Saif is not worth as much as a living one.

Thomas once emphasized that he wanted to live.

That's five million dollars.

I was afraid that two landmines would blow up.

However, Song Heping couldn't care so much at this time. Saif's motorcade had four vehicles and at least a dozen bodyguards. It was not his turn to worry about his life and death.

The first SUV was pierced into a hornet's nest in the rain of steel ball bullets. There were numerous dense small bullet holes all over the vehicle. The driver's face was hit by more than a dozen bullets.

The small steel balls were quite powerful and penetrated the driver's face and chest from different positions. Some of the steel balls penetrated the chest cavity and embedded in the heart and lungs, some directly hit the face, some were embedded in the jawbone, nasal bone, and skull, and some steel balls directly penetrated the eyes and blew out the eyeballs.

For a time, he couldn't die, couldn't see, and became blind. The pain made him temporarily lose his mind. He sat in his seat waving his hands and screaming miserably.

The co-pilot was more unlucky than the driver. Perhaps his skull was not as hard as the driver's. Two steel balls with high kinetic energy penetrated his skull and sent him to meet his master.

The cars behind were more or less hit by a lot of steel balls. Since the cars were not bulletproof, they were easily penetrated. Everyone in the car was injured, without exception.

The broadsword mine bought Song Heping precious time.

His current location has not been discovered, otherwise there must be hot bullets coming to greet him.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Heping quickly picked up the RPG rocket launcher and took a rough look - in this dark night, there was no need for absolute accuracy, the test was the feeling when shooting.

What a familiar feeling!

When the rocket jumped happily with a sharp roar like a hungry dog grabbing shit at the pickup truck equipped with a Deshka heavy machine gun at the back of the convoy, Song Heping's mind suddenly flashed back to the time when he was shooting a rocket launcher at the shooting range. Feel.

He loves this stuff.

love it.

If there were to be a ranking among the classic anti-armor weapons in this world, the first place would definitely not be those TOW, Milan, Javelin, and Spike with higher armor-piercing capabilities and more advanced sights and locking modes.

But this timeless classic RPG rocket launcher will last forever.

That ecstatic trajectory, coquettish movement, flight visible to the naked eye...

Although not advanced, the structure is simple and easy to maintain.

Although old, after so many years, the backward shaped charge warhead can still easily penetrate the weak points of the so-called new armored personnel carriers and even some tanks.

Lian Po is old, can he still have food?
can!
Is there any cheaper and more practical armor-breaking weapon?

No!

boom--

The rocket hit the pickup truck, penetrated under the A-pillar, and exploded in the cab.

But when it exploded, Song Heping's heart suddenly pounded again.

"Fuck me!"

He exploded.

This time it was for myself.

Oversight!
What if this Saif is sitting in a pickup truck...

He will definitely turn into a scumbag...

But Song Heping didn't have time to think too much. He threw down the launcher and immediately started to make a tactical leap, leaving the small mound where he was hiding as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, as soon as he left, bullets rained down on the mound, causing sand and rocks to fly everywhere.

RPG is not without its shortcomings.

The huge tail flame can damage people standing ten meters behind it, and it cannot be fired in a small space unless special treatment is taken. This is its disadvantage.

Nothing in the world is perfect, and neither are people.

Song Heping began to move around, using darkness to cover his whereabouts.

Move...

Then?

Of course you can't move all the time.

After reaching another mound, he immediately turned around and quickly lay down backwards, took out the gun, roughly aimed, and fired, all his tactical movements smooth and smooth.

blah blah-

The two suicide squads who had just gotten out of the car and fired continuously at their original positions were shot with precise bursts and knocked over beside the car.

The injured and uninjured bodyguards began to get out of the car.

Even the most severely damaged lead car still had people alive and struggling to get off.

This is crazy...

Without thinking, Song Heping took out a grenade from his tactical vest.

The key to survival is to eliminate the opponent's vitality as quickly as possible.

I have no support, and I can't count on the cook or the others.

There were four people on their side plus Samir and two of his men. Seven people had to deal with dozens of people. It was the Ni Bodhisattva who was too busy crossing the river to take care of himself.

Pull the safety ring and throw!
No sloppiness.

The throw was accurate this time. The grenade flew forty meters and rolled to the side of the lead car.

Throwing grenades accurately is also a basic skill that an elite soldier must master.

boom--

After the explosion, the two bodyguards who had survived the last broadsword mine attack finally set foot on the road to heaven.

After seeing the two people off, Song Heping picked up the MK18 and began to roll call.

Thanks to the attack effect of two broad-blade mines and an RPG, the bodyguards in the entire convoy were either killed or injured, and everyone who could get out of the car was stained.

The leading vehicle was annihilated and the rear vehicle was blown up.

The remaining two people who got off the SUV were quickly named by Song Heping and fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, Song Heping's nerves were tense, but he felt indescribably happy.

The most primitive killing instinct of human beings in the bottom of my heart completely disappeared.

Song Heping next to the motorcade was no longer a human being at this time, but a killing god.

Excellent combat genes and talents, as well as a solid tactical foundation, as well as the advantage of location and equipment, these factors completely make up for the disadvantage in numbers.

Soon, except for the occasional small crackling sound when the vehicle burned on the dirt road, the surroundings seemed particularly quiet.

Song Heping started to approach slowly with his gun in hand.

This is also a technical job.

Put theory into practice.

First move to the back of the convoy, and then slowly start to go around.

From a distance, first take a clear look at the surrounding environment of the entire fleet and the situation in the cab before getting closer.

There are no teammates next to him and he cannot provide cover for himself. This stupid method is the safest.

Facts have once again proved that the combat skills taught to him by the experienced instructors on the training field were absolutely life-saving tricks.

When he quietly walked around to the other side, he found two bodyguards crouching behind the wheel, sneakily planning to ambush him.

"Smart guy!"

Song Heping thought to himself.

pity……

They're out of luck.

Song Heping aimed at the nearest person and pulled the trigger.

bang bang——

Two shots, two bullets, short bursts.

The first person's head was penetrated directly, and his brain was split.

The other person reacted very quickly and immediately turned his gun around and quickly pointed it at Song Heping.

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