Chapter 664 - 606: Two God Killers

In the dense forest on the hillside, Damir stood gasping for breath next to a large tree like a dog with its tongue out.

"Okay...okay..."

He looked at his subordinates behind him, panting heavily.

"How many of us are left?"

"Hasmar... take a look... check the numbers, organize, if their sniping failed, by now they must... surely want to run away..."

He paused for a moment to steady his breath before continuing, "We must pursue them! Reinforcements will be here soon, they won't be able to escape in half an hour..."

Fear still lurked in Hasmar's eyes.

The shots from just before had terrified him to the core.

He had seen accurate shots from a sniper rifle before, but never shooting both fast and precise.

Just ten meters away.

Yet four lives had been lost.

That didn't even include those picked off consecutively after the convoy was attacked and blocked on the road.

He began to count the number of people.

As he counted, his hairs stood on end.

Originally when they set out, he remembered there being thirty-five men.

That did not include Curtis.

Now as he patted shoulders and counted, he found only twenty-one men were left.

"We are left with only 21 men..."

"What?!"

Damir almost jumped on the spot.

"21 men?! Are you saying we just lost 14 men?!"

"It seems like..."

Hasmar's voice trembled slightly.

Damir hesitated.

Should he pursue the enemy or not?!

If there had been over thirty men, he wouldn't even need to think.

He could've directly ordered a manhunt.

Thirty soldiers familiar with the highland terrain, skilled in navigating these mountains, ambushing two snipers would've been a piece of cake.

But now...

There were only 21 men left.

Could they really handle the enemy?

He actually hesitated.

Had it been before, he would have definitely pursued.

But this time, he suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.

Flee?

That word seemed too hard to utter.

Over twenty men being chased and killed by two?

That would be a disgrace to Alta!

Alta is an expert at guerrilla warfare!

"Damir, what do we do?!"

Hasmar actually wanted to flee, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Wait for now."

Damir was still hesitating.

He was unaware that his hesitation at this moment would eventually come at a heavy cost.

At this time of night, within the forest on the hillside, Song Heping and Willie, like two beasts out on the hunt, were racing toward their target through the trees with the help of top-notch night vision goggles.

Fortunately, this was not the primitive jungle of South America; instead, it was the highland region of Central Asia, with not too many trees, no endless forest of vines and shrubs, nor thick layers of decaying leaves.

Due to the dry weather and rare rains here, the vegetation wasn't very tall and the ground was very dry.

Under these favorable conditions, the two men pushed forward at great speed.

In the blink of an eye, they had closed to within three hundred meters.

At that time on Damir's side, he finally made up his mind.

"Take them out! We can't let them go just like that! This is Ba Country territory, if we can catch American Special Soldiers here, tomorrow will be a news sensation around the world!"

He had finally weighed the pros and cons and potential gains at this moment.

If they managed to kill two American Special Soldiers here, then the US Military and even the White House would have to explain to Ba Country, causing a diplomatic crisis that could rival the value of Curtis!

"Hasmar, you take 10 men to lead the assault, the rest follow me, we'll cover and if a fight breaks out, we'll make a tactical judgement!"

"What about me?!"

Curtis seemed very eager, starting to volunteer himself.

"Give me a gun, I want to fight alongside you guys!"

"Brother Curtis," Damir said, "you are too important, you can't go, you must stay here, and wait for us to bring their corpses back!"

At this moment, Damir suddenly found his confidence.

What did he have to fear?!

Twenty-one men against two.

That's a ten-to-one advantage!

The advantage is absolutely mine!

I really just scared myself for nothing just now!

He even began to mock himself from a few minutes ago.

This is my turf.

It includes the mountains here, the trees here; they're all too familiar.

The moonlight is good tonight, bright enough, and there are few trees here with not many hiding spots.

If I open fire head-on, a crushing victory would be certain.

As he was indulging in the fantasy of how he would triumphantly drag back the bodies of two US Special Forces members or capture two prisoners, sudden bursts of gunfire came from ahead.

Da da da—

Da da da—

Dada dada—

Peng peng peng—

Peng peng—

Boom—

Boom—

There was even the sound of Hand Grenade explosions.

Damir was startled: "How could it be so fast!?"

By "fast," he never thought the enemy voluntarily approached and attacked; instead, he wondered why his men found those two Special Soldiers so quickly.

Up to now, he still hadn't realized that the two maniacs opposite had already launched a crazy assault on him.

Killing the first ten men didn't really take much effort from Song Heping.

The enemy was completely caught by surprise.

They were just charging forward with guns in hand and heads down.

They probably never expected to run head-on into those they were chasing after just a few dozen meters.

Then...

There was no 'then.'

The ones at the front were shot down by incoming fire before they could even raise their guns.

The HK416 assault rifle with a silencer sounds very crisp when fired at night, but the decibel level is very low, purely the metallic sound of the gun's action hitting.

Song Heping took down 6 people, Willie took down 4.

Standing over ten meters apart, the two nodded at each other as a tactical summary, then gestured with a hand and continued to advance.

At that moment, Damir began to panic.

The battle was happening less than sixty meters from him, something he had never anticipated.

He could even see the flash of gun muzzles flickering through the sparse trees nearby, on and off in the darkness.

In less than a minute, it then stopped...

"Hasmar! Hasmar!"

He began to shout the names of his subordinates anxiously.

However, Hasmar was already lying under a tree, with his eyes open; he had gone to Heaven.

"Spread out! Defense!"

Damir finally reacted.

He yelled, instructing the remaining eleven men to spread out.

"Find cover, hold this position!"

At this point, the several Alta armed members hurriedly scattered.

Curtis stayed by Damir's side.

The two crouched behind a raised mound of earth, using the terrain as cover.

A thought suddenly occurred to Damir: "Curtis brother, who do you think is pursuing us? Delta!? Or Seal Six?"

The two units he mentioned are both top-notch T1 level US Special Forces.

In his view, only members from these top-tier Special Forces would dare to take on more than twenty men with just two of their own.

"It's possible... but... that's not right... it could be the action branch of ISA..."

Curtis was uncertain himself.

Because at the moment, although Delta and Seal were deployed in Afghan, their location was not to the southeast.

Diverting them here and deploying them so swiftly to the border, then infiltrating this area, seemed almost unbelievable.

Since when did those Pentagon bureaucrats work so efficiently?

While the two were talking, suddenly something flew over, landing with a very dull sound, like a ripe fruit from a tree hitting the ground.

"Hand Grenade!"

Damir was quite alert, immediately responding by flattening himself to the ground.

However, he soon heard another dull sound of something landing.

The same muffled sound.

Boom—

Boom—

The two objects that landed did not explode violently as he had expected, but emitted a very piercing noise that made one's eardrums tremble. The nearest Alta members were dazzled instantly, losing their vision in a moment.