Chapter 684 - 626: An Old Friend Revisited

But there was nothing that could be done at the moment.

Song Heping could only drag Willie to what he considered the safest corner in the back hall and then help him change to a new magazine.

"Willie, I don't know if we can make it out alive, everything is up to God now, I need to go to the front, you can only rely on yourself here."

"Go."

At such times, Willie actually smiled.

"Having fought in so many battles, if I really die, just consider it a long sleep. If not, we'll talk about the future later."

"Take care, buddy."

Song Heping did not waste words, he carried his gun and crawled into the corridor, turning into a room up front.

The back hall was connected to the houses of other neighbors, so using weapons like the M72 rocket launcher to attack would definitely come from blasting through the front door.

Putting the injured Willie there was relatively safe.

But it was only relatively safe.

At this point, there was no safe place in the house anymore.

Song Heping saw that a large hole had already appeared in one of the walls near the front door.

This indicated that the assault had just begun.

The attackers had apparently completely run out of patience.

And didn't dare to send people for a direct assault again.

A total of sixteen people had died.

Estimates were that there weren't many of them left.

If they could survive this wave, it would probably be the decisive moment.

Whiz—

Boom—

Another M72 rocket hit the front hall.

It came through the hole that had been blown open earlier.

The guys outside, those old soldiers from special operations, knew all too well that one rocket wouldn't solve the problem.

Fortunately, the house had stone walls.

But first, they blow a hole, then shoot rockets in through the hole— the situation was totally different.

The second explosion collapsed an entire wall of the front hall.

Song Heping felt even the roof shaking, and mud, dirt, and stone chips were falling down.

Not to mention the impact of the explosion, these walls probably wouldn't hold much longer.

He was hiding in a room, separated from the outside by, at most, three walls.

An outer wall, one in the corridor, and then just this room's wall left.

Rocket after rocket came flying in.

Explosions sounded repeatedly in the front hall.

By the time of the fourth rocket, the concern Song Heping had finally happened.

Boom—

This time the explosion hit the wall of the room where Song Heping was.

Song Heping felt as if he had been tightly squeezed by something, his entire being felt like his soul was about to be shaken out of his body.

He saw everything as double.

Everything seemed out of focus, blurry.

It seemed that the night vision goggles were also damaged.

The view became somewhat blurred.

Song Heping reached out to touch the night vision goggles, adjusted them, and switched to a low-light mode.

Good.

Still usable...

But low light was not as sensitive as thermal imaging, so things started to get worse.

He didn't dare to crouch near the blasted hole, but had to move away from the wall by the hole and overturn a table to shield himself.

Although this act was somewhat superfluous.

There really wasn't much in the room that could be used as a shield.

Luckily, the tables made by villagers before were also made from local materials, using logs from the mountains, so they were quite sturdy—at least they could block his thermal radiation for a moment and slightly delay the enemy from discovering him.

Soon, he saw shadows moving from the outside through the hole.

After a round of bombardment, the attackers couldn't help themselves and wanted to come in and have a look.

The house's front hall had collapsed almost in half.

The door was as good as useless.

The several shadows didn't need to break in; they directly split into groups and rushed in.

As the first group got in, Song Heping fired at two of them.

One grunted and fell, but the other was not hit.

The explosion had put Song Heping's vision in a strange state— it was double-vision one moment and then normal the next.

His shooting elicited a fierce retaliation.

Da da da—

Da da da—

Da da da—

The other side was also using silencers.

But the intensity of their bullets was simply incomparable to Song Heping's.

Song Heping threw a Hand Grenade out from the hole.

This tactic wasn't very useful anymore.

Now that the front hall had collapsed, it was equivalent to an open field.

It was too easy for the enemy to dodge.

Boom—

When the explosion occurred, Song Heping didn't look, but immediately got up and slipped into the corridor, then ran into another room.

With many rooms here, moving was a good choice.

Killing the enemy while in motion.

Better than stubborn resistance and dying in a corner.

His heartbeat had already accelerated to the ultimate.

The excitement in Song Heping returned.

That thrill of killing.

When the assault team members dodged the first Hand Grenade and attacked again, Song Heping threw another Hand Grenade out at the room's entrance.

This time, after throwing the Hand Grenade, Song Heping immediately hid beside the door and then stood in the corner with his gun aimed outside the room.

He judged that this time the enemy would definitely rush forward instead of retreating when they saw the Hand Grenade.

Indeed, he was right again.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Hand Grenade had not exploded, two assault team members charged forward.

One of them made a slicing move just outside the room.

Song Heping had been waiting, and before the man could retreat, he opened fire with a burst and struck him down.

The other man did not hesitate at all; rather than staying at the door as his comrade was shot down by Song Heping, he actually charged in.

The two faced each other and fired at the same time.

Da da da—

Da da da—

Both were quick.

Song Heping had a slight edge.

The opponent fell first.

Song Heping took two steps back.

Then, everyone realized that the man hadn't died.

So the two engaged in an extreme shootout at a distance of less than five meters.

Da da da—

Da da da—

Song Heping felt something tug at his arm and leg, his right leg went weak, and he knelt down, feeling a clear sensation of impact on his chest.

The other guy was worse off, being hit in the neck, his blood spurting out.

He still tried to aim and shoot, but found that blood had smeared over his night vision goggles' lenses; he couldn't see anything.

Song Heping staggered forward, leaning against the wall.

Never forget to move during combat.

Indeed, just as he moved, the enemy's bullets had already blindly fired at his original position, startling Song Heping into a cold sweat.

This guy was tough too.

Even with a gunshot wound to the neck, he didn't instinctively cover it, and continued to fire.

However, after just a few shots, the muzzle of the enemy's gun drooped down.

The rate of blood loss was beyond imagination, and his life ebbed away with the bleeding out.

Song Heping shot him twice more.

This time, the shots broke the enemy's cervical spine.

The assault team member went completely still.

Song Heping moved along the wall, his entire right leg was numb now.

He was definitely hit by a bullet.

The arm wound didn't seem too bad, as it was still movable, and he didn't lose control of his arm.

It would be tragic to end up like Willie.

With his bone broken, he probably couldn't even lift a gun.

Moving along the wall to the door, Song Heping knew he was too slow to change rooms now.

This meant this would be the last room he'd stay in.

Was he going to die here?

But he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Life is a journey.

Death is just the end of a segment.

He was at peace with this.

More footsteps came from outside the door.

The subsequent assault team members were catching up.

One person rushed in, at a very close distance, Song Heping gave up his assault rifle and had already drawn his pistol; with one hand he grabbed and pushed the enemy's rifle barrel outwards, with the other hand he pressed the pistol against the face and fired.

Bang bang—

Two shots.

Blood splattered, Song Heping's face was covered too, and his night vision became suddenly blurry.

He tore off the night vision goggles.

Just as he did, another dark shadow entered the room.

Song Heping rushed forward, staying close to the newcomer.

The enemy hadn't expected Song Heping to choose such a desperate tactic.

The barrel of the enemy's gun was too close to point at Song Heping.

But it was too late to draw his pistol.

Bang bang—

Another two shots.

However, this time Song Heping was so close that he could only aim his gun at the enemy's lower abdomen and fire.

The man screamed in agony and fell to his knees.

Once kneeling, the height was just enough to meet Song Heping's gun.

Neither too high nor too low, it aimed perfectly at the head.

Bang bang—

Two more finishing shots.

The third person rushed in at this moment.

Song Heping had no time left to counter.

He just threw himself to the ground, using the corpse as a bulletproof shield.

Bang bang—

Rat-tat-tat—

A pistol and an assault rifle, exchanging fire at close range.

The muzzle flashes lit up the dark room, both sides seeing the others' face contorted by the act of killing.

The enemy's bullets hit the body, but the bulletproof vest on the corpse stopped them.

Song Heping hit the enemy in the thigh.

The enemy fell as well.

Both lay on the ground, shooting at each other.

Song Heping felt his body being torn twice more.

Probably shot again.

But the adrenaline secreted in the frenzy temporarily masked the pain.

It was rather the weight of the corpse on him that was unbearable.

He struggled to push the corpse away.

Suddenly realizing that he couldn't do it.

"Fuck!"

He cursed in his mind.

Because this meant he might be seriously injured.

There were already three bodies lying in the house.

The smell of blood was permeating every corner.

The fourth assault team member stormed into the room, followed by the fifth...

Both aimed their guns at Song Heping.

Song Heping could only raise his pistol once more...

But this was definitely a dead end.

One pistol against two assault rifles.

No chance of winning.

"I'm gonna die after all..."

A strange thought flashed through his mind.

Just then, the crisp sound of an assault rifle firing outside the door suddenly came through.

Rat-tat-tat—

Rat-tat-tat—

The heads of the two inside the house burst into clouds of blood mist, instantly collapsing to the floor.

"What's going on..."

Song Heping was shocked.

He grimaced as he tried to move his body out from under the corpse.

But he couldn't do it.

He couldn't move at all.

Gunshots suddenly came from a distance.

Not from inside the house.

Outside.

From the intensity of the gunfire, it sounded like a squad-level firefight.

Ferrari is here?

The first thought that flashed through Song Heping's mind was that reinforcements from his company had arrived.

Then a dark figure walked in from outside.

"Song! Don't shoot! It's me!"

He called out before entering.

Song Heping, unable to lift his gun and waiting for death, suddenly brightened up at the voice.

This was the familiar voice he had heard on the enemy's communication channel.

The dark figure walked in, glanced at the bodies on the ground, clicked his tongue twice and said, "You're quite the tough guy, huh! You managed to kill three."

He slowly walked up to Song Heping and said, "Don't worry, I killed everyone outside with a knife."

He gestured proudly and then pulled down the field scarf covering his face.

"Mist! FUCK!"

Upon recognizing the person, Song Heping cursed, then began to cough violently with pain.

The person in front of him was Mist, the one Niki said had "met with an accident."