The blast wave of the grenade explosion threw the sand three meters high.
Major Carter spat out a mouthful of blood, his retina still imprinted with the flash trails of the recent volley.
Dozens of muzzle flashes flickered uniformly three hundred meters away on the dunes, like the eyes of the Grim Reaper.
Surrounded by mercenaries of "Musician" defense, Carter knew there was no way out.
Song Heping's deployment was exceedingly precise; the plan was comprehensive, indicating thorough preparation, just waiting for us to support the Green Berets and then trap them.
Encircle and trap the reinforcements.
This term floated in Carter's mind.
He had learned this military strategy in military school.
It was a tactic that the China People military excelled at.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall historical data from the Peninsula War, sensing a familiar aroma.
Escape was impossible.
Originally, there was a gap at the 9 o'clock position for retreat.
