Song Heping was powerless to turn the tide even if he were as tough as nails.
They were facing an entire platoon.
The bullets were pouring down like a torrential rain; it wasn't an exaggeration to describe it that way.
He and Rabbani were pinned behind a mound of earth, unable to even raise their heads.
They didn't even have a chance to stick their guns out.
Given the density of the barrage, it could break your hand and damage your gun.
Dadadada—
Dadadada—
A burst of gunfire came from behind; Mist, who had already retreated over thirty meters, was shooting at the attacking Persian border police from a slope.
Mist's marksmanship was still quite impressive; every burst found its mark, two bursts took out two men.
Faced with this sudden ambush, the advancing speed of the border police slowed substantially, as those at the forefront immediately sought cover on-site.
As a result, the pressure on Song Heping's side significantly decreased.