Chapter 666 - 608: Narrow Path

"Quick, run that way, into the valley! There's a cave over there! You can get through!"

Damir led his men, desperately running with Curtis in the opposite direction of the firefight.

At this moment, they were like a flock of sheep chased by two hungry wolves.

Only after running about a kilometer did Damir's heart slightly calm down.

"These damn Americans!"

He gasped for air, his tone sounding both like cursing and a sigh of relief.

"Boss, it seems the gunfire has stopped over there..."

One of his men reminded Damir.

Damir listened carefully.

Indeed, he didn't hear any more gunshots.

This wasn't good news.

It meant that either Aduman and Ades had died.

Or they had eliminated those two special soldiers.

The problem was...

The likelihood of the latter was close to zero.

"They are martyrs..."

Damir clenched his teeth with hatred.

"We will avenge them, once we meet up with the reinforcements, we'll come right back, those Americans entered Ba Country, we can't let them live to return to Afghan!"

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Before he finished his sentence, there suddenly came the sound of an assault rifle with a silencer firing rapidly from the left.

"Enemies on the left!"

Damir was terrified.

Where did these enemies come from?!

Weren't those two Americans held back by Aduman and Ades?!

Can they fly?!

How did they get around here so quickly?!

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The gunshots were very rapid.

Damir started to see his men falling around him.

"He's over there!"

He pointed to the left.

A dark figure was rapidly approaching the group from the left.

Because of the high speed and shooting while moving, people died almost as soon as he raised his hand.

Even the calm Damir couldn't bear such a shock, the hair under his headscarf bristled.

He instinctively rolled to the side, hiding behind a tree, even leaving Curtis aside.

Song Heping emptied a magazine and quickly switched to another.

His speed in changing the magazine was extremely fast.

It was as if there was no pause.

The gunfire didn't stop either.

From initially moving forward from 30 meters away, he advanced to about 10 meters, emptying two magazines.

At that moment, Damir suddenly stuck his gun out from behind the tree, aiming to kill Song Heping.

Ping ping ping—

Two bullets hit the tree trunk.

One warhead directly entered Damir's left cheek.

Crack—

He heard the sound of his facial bones shattering.

The pain from the shot brought tears flowing down directly.

The nerves in the cheek and the trigeminal nerve are connected; the impact of the warhead entering vibrated the nerves of the facial trigeminal area, and the pain was unbearable.

Song Heping didn't have time to change his magazine, he directly pulled out the P226 handgun holstered on his chest and started firing.

Damir, in pain, shrank back behind the tree.

At this time, Curtis was also scared and hid behind the tree, not daring to move.

Although he had converted to the sect, feeling sublimated, no longer afraid of death.

The well-off Curtis hadn't really suffered much.

Most sons from family members of congress are idealistic about the world.

Their judgment of right and wrong often comes from books.

Unfortunately, the world doesn't operate the way they imagine.

Damir shouted at him: "Brother Curtis, pick up a weapon! Hurry!"

Sadly, Curtis didn't pick up any weapon.

Even though there was a body next to him, with an AK47 assault rifle on it.

Song Heping's aggressive attack was too strong.

It didn't give these more than ten men any chance to react.

In just fifteen seconds.

Seven men had fallen.

The rest hid behind trees, all stunned by the sudden attack.

Actually, Song Heping was also taking a risk.

But he had no choice.

When paths cross, the bravest prevails.

He was alone.

Slowly exchanging fire with the opponents wouldn't have given him any advantage at all.

Sometimes, if you want to live, you first have to not be afraid of dying.

'Emerging alive through confronting death' is exactly the description for this fierce courage.

At this moment, besides Curtis, only four Ata warriors were left.

Song Heping fired several more handgun bullets, once again facing the danger of needing to reload.

The distance between both sides was merely ten meters.

At a distance of ten meters, it only takes enough courage for an Ata Warrior to seize the opportunity to rush out and take Song Heping's life.

Finally, someone in the Ata team seized the moment.

One of them was Damir, along with one of his soldiers.

The two almost simultaneously appeared from behind the trees, raising their guns and firing at Song Heping.

Bang Bang—

Bang Bang—

Dada—

Four pistol shots.

Two AK assault rifle shots.

The bold Ata Warrior was the first to be shot and fall.

The other two AK shots were fired by Damir.

But at the same time, he himself was shot twice in the chest by Song Heping.

Song Heping felt his upper body suddenly shake.

Although he knew he was shot.

But he didn't know where he was hit.

He didn't even have time to check his wounds.

There were still two Ata Warriors and Curtis not dead.

They could attack him at any moment.

Song Heping could only retreat behind the tree in pain for the time being.

Damir lay on the ground, feeling like his lungs in his chest had been shattered.

Although the bullets did not hit his heart, they had pierced his lungs.

Now, blood began to seep into his lungs.

Soon he felt like he was drowning, a sensation caused by blood filling his lungs.

He began to cough up blood.

But he felt extremely unwilling.

Song Heping's pistol was so quick…

Faster than both of them combined.

Until he choked on his last breath, he still couldn't figure out how Song Heping did it.

Actually, Song Heping wasn't foolish.

He had only fired five bullets from his pistol; three to suppress Damir, and two to kill another Ata Organization Warrior who tried to take the opportunity to assassinate him.

After that, there were still 10 bullets left in the magazine, and if anyone dared to come out, he would use these 10 bullets to clean them up and buy himself some time.

He just didn't expect two people to appear at the same time, which made things go awry.

Although he hit Damir during the second burst of pistol fire, he was also hit himself.

Now was the best opportunity to kill Song Heping.

Song Heping hid behind the tree, feeling a bit stuffy in his chest.

The two Ata Warriors, experienced in combat, would certainly not miss this opportunity.

They suddenly dashed out, wanting to take Song Heping's life.

Unexpectedly, just as they came out, a burst of flames exploded not far in front of them.

The two felt several places on their bodies being severely struck, as countless small fragments instantly penetrated their bodies.

"Ah—"

As Song Heping hid behind the tree to reload his magazine, he had already thrown out a Hand Grenade.

Actually, it didn't matter whether the Hand Grenade hit anyone.

What mattered was that this Hand Grenade could delay the enemies.

The location of the grenade explosion was still some distance from the two Ata Warriors, and the shockwave didn't cause much harm, but the kill radius of the M67 Hand Grenade is 15 meters, and the spread of small fragments could cause significant harm to humans.

Dada dada dada—

Dada dada dada—

Song Heping didn't expect that the two Ata Warriors would go all out at this time.

Though hit by many shrapnel, they endured it and fired their guns.

Both parties were in the final desperate moments.

Both knew it was a moment that would decide life and death.

In one second, life and death would be decided.

Song Heping was behind the tree swapping magazines, and the two Ata Warriors were already charging at him, firing as they charged.

The distance of 10 meters could be covered in the blink of an eye.

"Fuck!"

Song Heping faced two choices.

There were still bullets in the pistol, he could make a gamble.

But facing two AK assault rifles firing at the same time with just a pistol, one can imagine the consequences...

Throw a Hand Grenade?

There wouldn't even be enough time to pull the pin before the enemy reached him.

Switch the magazine for the HK416?

Also not enough time.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

He almost instinctively drew his pistol.

Because doing so still left him a sliver of chance to survive.

He still had a bulletproof vest on his body, which could shield some vital parts. As long as he wasn't hit in the arteries or head, there was still a chance of survival.

Curtis seemed to have also found an opportunity.

Finally, this coward found a good time to take down Song Heping, reaching for the assault rifle on the corpse beside him.

Song Heping behind the tree could feel the vibrations of bullets hitting the tree trunk.

The distance was getting closer.

The enemy's magazine wouldn't run out before killing him; they were Ata soldiers with actual combat experience, not a mob.

"Death be it then!"

Song Heping took a deep breath, preparing to make his final struggle.

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At the crucial moment, Willie appeared from another direction.

He finally arrived!