Chapter 810 - 749: Uninvited Guest

The opposition noticed the vehicle coming toward them on the road. One of them waved a hand, shouted a few times, and immediately, a dozen armed personnel surrounded them. A Desheka Heavy Machine Gun mounted on an armed pickup truck parked on the roadside was already aimed at Song Heping and Nura.

"They've discovered us."

Nura was a bit nervous.

With only about a hundred meters' distance, it's almost impossible to survive under the coverage of a Desheka Heavy Machine Gun.

"Stay calm."

Song Heping pulled up his field scarf to cover his face: "Keep driving forward."

Then he picked up the walkie-talkie.

He had to notify the vehicles behind them.

Jiang Feng and his team were about twenty meters behind them.

"Jiang Feng, cover your face."

"Got it."

Jiang Feng quickly pulled up his scarf as well.

The leader of the armed personnel in the distance squinted his eyes and stared for a moment, then recognized the vehicle as belonging to their organization. He could vaguely see people inside, but couldn't make out their faces.

He raised his hand and signaled his men to relax.

"Don't be nervous, they look like our people."

"Jiang Feng, when I open fire, you move."

After giving instructions, Song Heping drew a TT-33 pistol from his waist, checked the chamber, and gently placed it in a side door compartment.

The vehicle quickly reached the checkpoint.

The leader of the armed personnel signaled for them to stop.

Nura stopped the car.

Her forehead was covered in sweat.

The leader approached with his men.

"Brother..."

As he got closer to the window, he was surprised to see one of the people in the car was a woman, causing him to hesitate.

While he was in a daze, Song Heping sarcastically said, "Brother!"

He used Arabic.

Because Arabic was the common language here.

Hearing Song Heping's fluent Arabic, the leader was even more confused.

He took a closer look and noticed Song Heping's skin tone was off.

Although Song Heping had dark skin, it wasn't as dark as theirs.

However, before the leader could question, he saw a black gun muzzle.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

Three rapid shots.

The leader fell backward, and the two men beside him had their heads blown off.

Song Heping's close-range rapid shooting was always accurate.

The dozen armed personnel around didn't know what was happening, and the Desheka Heavy Machine Gun on the pickup behind them started its deadly performance.

The bullets fired at close range were not only highly accurate but also incredibly powerful.

Jiang Feng's primary target was the machine gunner on the pickup.

So he was the first to suffer.

The 12.7mm large-caliber warhead ripped him apart, not only penetrating his body but also going through the entire cab of the pickup.

The driver in the cab didn't even realize what happened and was already dead, headed to report to Hell.

After killing three people, Song Heping immediately pushed open the car door and got out with his Type 56 assault rifle, firing at the remaining armed personnel who were still in a daze.

At the same time, Nura and Antonov from the following vehicle also got out, armed with automatic rifles, and took down a few armed men who tried to escape.

In less than twenty seconds.

Silence returned around them.

Only corpses remained.

"Turn around!"

Song Heping made a quick decision.

"It's not safe ahead. Notify the trucks behind to turn around!"

Upon receiving Song Heping's order, the convoy immediately turned and headed back.

8 PM.

At the UN checkpoint near the South Sudan conflict zone.

Several white armored vehicles marked with 'UN' arrived at the checkpoint.

An officer manning the checkpoint signaled for the vehicles to stop.

When he approached the front vehicle, a white officer wearing a blue helmet jumped out of the armored car and handed over a stack of documents.

The officer took the documents, examined them carefully, then looked up at the white officer in front of him, seemingly verifying his identity.

"Brother, ahead is the conflict zone. Today, the armed organization in the south launched a full attack, and we've been forced to evacuate the engagement area. Are you guys still going in?"

"These are orders from the UNMISS. We must go in to escort a Médecins Sans Frontières doctor and a missionary out."

The checkpoint officer nodded and handed back the documents.

"Good luck."

Then he turned and waved to the soldier controlling the barrier: "Let them through!"

The barrier was lifted, and the convoy slowly passed through the checkpoint, heading toward the conflict zone.

"I think the headquarters must be crazy."

A peacekeeping soldier said to the officer: "That area is entirely controlled by armed personnel, and going in with such few people is a death wish."

The officer shook his head: "They're from the British Peacekeeping Forces. Maybe their people got trapped in there?"

"Don't you find it strange? Sir," said the soldier. "Usually, we avoid engaging with local armed forces. How are they going to protect themselves going in like this?"

The officer knew the UN Peacekeeping Forces' operating protocols well and understood the soldier was right.

But he didn't want to get involved in such messy business.

Everything was in order; just let them pass as per protocol.

The armored convoy left the checkpoint and sped toward Koma Village.

In the lead vehicle, the white officer who had just spoken took out a satellite phone and dialed a number: "Colonel Damar, this is Charles."

"Mr. Charles, what's the situation? Have you arrived?"

An odd, raspy voice came from the other end, accompanied by a peculiar and shrill laugh, reminiscent of a male duck's quack after being chased out of the pen in the morning.

"We've entered the conflict zone, approximately sixty kilometers northwest of Koma Village. Where are you?"

"The eastern front wasn't originally our main combat area, but because of your request, I'm now moving toward Koma Village and should be arriving soon..."

"Be careful and bring more people with you when you act. The target this time isn't easy to deal with."

Charles could tell from Colonel Damar's laugh that he was underestimating the enemy.

He couldn't help but remind him: "These targets have even taken down Mossad's assault team. They are not ordinary foes."

"Quack quack quack!" Colonel Damar seemed indifferent: "No matter how strong they are, can they beat my numbers? I have a whole team! And they are just a few! We could drown them with spit alone!"

"Listen to me, wait until I arrive, then we'll strategize. My people will assist you in taking them down."

"No need... just come and collect their corpses later..."

Before he finished speaking, it seemed something happened on the other end. It sounded like a subordinate had come to report something to Damar.

Charles heard swearing from the other end.

Colonel Damar seemed very unhappy, swearing at his men.

After quite a while, Damar resumed their conversation.

As he spoke again, Charles could hear his heavy breathing through the phone.

"Those damned bastards have entered my outer defensive line. They killed over a dozen of my men! They are about twelve kilometers north of Koma Village!"

"I told you, they're not easy to deal with," Charles said. "Wait until we arrive before planning the assault."