Just as Song Heping and Willie threw their hand grenades, the adversaries also hurled hand grenades into the hallway.

Boom——

In the room, hand grenades flew chaotically, and the sounds of explosions were incessant.

Even with noise-cancelling headphones, Song Heping could still feel the force of the shockwave, including a severe jolt to his body.

In a confined space, throwing hand grenades at each other would have been alright if there were cover, at least the shrapnel wouldn't hurt oneself.

But the shockwaves were unbearable, relying solely on individual endurance.

Now, no one dared to rashly advance without throwing hand grenades in a round.

Everyone knew there were experts inside or opposite them.

A series of explosions left the room in complete disarray, pieces of carpet and furniture flying everywhere, dust rose from the ground, obscuring everyone's vision.

Song Heping retreated further into the room, hiding inside.

He was now waiting for an opportunity.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to find one.

The assault team members outside, after dodging Song Heping's hand grenades, rushed in impatiently.

They did not know that they had already stepped one foot into Yama Palace.

Song Heping retreated further inside with the intention of luring them forward.

Entering the room required first passing through the hallway.

The previously placed trap mine was situated at the entrance of the hallway.

If it were a normal attack, with the agility and alertness of these assault team members, they would easily have spotted the parachute cord on the ground.

However, the smoke and dust from the explosions had already obscured their vision. The assault team members took the opportunity of Song Heping retreating after the explosion to charge in and attempt to riddle him with bullets. Thus, they rushed forward in formation as soon as the explosions ceased.

They fell directly into the trap that Song Heping had set up for them.

Their entire focus was devoted to the direction of the room, staring intently at the doorway to prevent Song Heping from suddenly attacking them.

The hand grenade's pull ring, attached to the hallway wall 30 centimeters off the ground, was pulled and these people were completely unaware.

Boom——

The sound of explosion erupted.

Shrieks resonated in the narrow hallway.

The few team members who rushed into the hallway and formed a line for protection had no chance to dodge in that environment, nor any possibility to avoid injury.

Shrapnel flew around the hallway. The shockwave, due to the walls, reverberated back, engulfing several individuals in the fiery mass caused by the explosion.

After a short two seconds, four assault team members lay in the hallway.

Those walking at the back had less severe injuries; they were just blasted and their heads buzzed.

But the group at the front was the unluckiest.

The explosion detonated right beside the foot of the lead member.

His left calf was blown off, exposing the bone.

The teammate behind him responsible for covering was actually in a worse position; his lower body was turned into a honeycomb by shrapnel.

"Get out! Get out!"

The two team members in the rear yelled, struggling to stand up.

These people were all special soldiers, their resilience and pain tolerance are much stronger than ordinary people.

Even though they were injured by the explosions, they still maintained a certain level of clarity.

They knew staying here meant a certain death.

The last team member stood up first; he glanced over the scene in the hallway and made a decision immediately. He reached out, and pulling on the bulletproof vest of his teammate in front who hadn't yet risen, dragged him out.

At the same time, he also kept a one-handed gun-forward posture, ready to unleash a barrage of bullets should Song Heping dare to charge out to attack.

The teammate being dragged also raised his gun and aimed in the direction of the room.

Unlike the dragging teammate who only aimed forward as a caution but didn't shoot, he kept pulling the trigger, continually firing at the room's doorway.

This was almost an instinctual act for them.

While being dragged, no matter how painful, they endured and kept their guns pointed at the enemy, hoping to best suppress the enemy's further actions by firing.

However, Song Heping did not come out but instead threw another hand grenade.

Throwing a hand grenade at close range required tremendous courage and seizing the fleeting opportunity.

Song Heping in the room and the assault team members outside in the hallway were both gambling.

It's like being opponents at a poker table.

Both guessed the next move of the opponent.

Song Heping bet that they would retreat.

And the hallway's assault team members bet Song Heping wouldn't come out.

In a way, both sides guessed correctly.

Only Song Heping didn't come out; the hand grenade did.

If the assault team members dared to take a chance, crawling up and directly rushing forward, they would find Song Heping pulling the ring very passive.

But he did not seize that one opportunity.

The hand grenade rolled to his feet.

Instantly, he instinctively wanted to let go and flee for his life.

But the training of not abandoning his comrades made him hesitate for just a second.

Just one second, making a decision was already too late.

In the end, he chose to abandon his comrades and escape alone.

But before he could take two steps, the explosion had already sounded—Song Heping had released the pull ring and allowed the hand grenade to lie in his palm for about two seconds before throwing it.

Hand grenades generally have an approximate delay of 5 seconds.

The assault team member who could have survived hesitated for a second.

The remaining two seconds to turn around, to escape…

The time simply wasn't enough.The shockwave almost knocked him unconscious.

With tremendous willpower, he tried to stand but found that his body was in severe pain everywhere, and his limbs couldn't execute the commands from his brain.

He struggled to turn over, wanting to face the direction of the room and guard the critical position with his gun.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a dark figure already appearing at the doorway, standing in the corridor.

Tap tap tap—

The familiar sound of a silencer firing.

The first burst was specifically directed at the assault team member who had the most ability to resist.

That was the team member who turned to run away.

He was the only one among the four who could still move.

The other three, after being subjected to two rounds from hand grenades, were completely done for, lying in the corridor not knowing if they were dead or alive.

The assault team member who had just managed to sit up was shot three times in the head, his face was a mess, and he slumped against the wall, lifeless.

Song Heping didn't stop. He kept moving forward, ensuring the rest were thoroughly dead with additional shots.

There was another group of four in the opposite corridor, attacking Willie, who was hiding in the room.

Willie wasn't as lucky as Song Heping.

The team attacking him had also set off a trap mine.

Fortunately, this group was spread out enough so that the two at the back received minimal injuries; therefore, when Willie threw the second hand grenade, these two had already run out of the corridor and taken cover around the corner, unaffected by the second round of grenade explosions.

Instead, Willie, who tried to rush out of the room after the second explosion to take down enemies, ran straight into their guns.

After an intense gunfight, Willie was hit several times and had to retreat back into the room.

The opposing assault team members took control and firmly guarded the doorway, trapping Willie in the room, immobile.

Both sides were skilled, and in a brief period, neither could overpower the other.

This situation, however, was more advantageous for the assault team.

As long as they could keep the target suppressed in the room, when reinforcements arrived, Willie would have no way out.

"Target 2 is trapped in the room, requesting reinforcements, we have two men down!"

Just as one of the assault team members urgently called for reinforcements, Song Heping appeared behind them like a Ghost.

The P226 pistol equipped with a silencer was virtually pressed against the back of that team member's head when he fired.

No.

To be precise, it was pressed against the neck at the junction with the head.

Since these assault team members wore FAST helmets, a direct headshot wouldn't kill them.

Pressing against the neck and base of the skull and firing upwards, the bullet would diagonally pierce through the brain and finally lodge inside the helmet.

The team member with shattered skull didn't even have a chance to scream in pain before he completely passed away.

Another team member crouching in front heard the faint gun noise and the sound of a skull splitting, and just as he turned around, he saw a gun barrel facing him.

Tap tap—

Song Heping was efficient, two bullets entered the opponent's head.

After dealing with the last two energetic enemies, Song Heping shouted into the corridor, "Willie, it's me, don't shoot!"

After speaking, he moved forward with his gun aimed, shooting the other two who were already on the ground and unable to move, then quickly changed his magazine.

"Let's go! To the back hall!"

This was a part of the tactical plan.

They could no longer stay in the corridor and room.

Their position was exposed.

They needed to continually move, unwilling to stay in one spot like sitting ducks.

Otherwise, it would still be a dead end.

"Okay..."

Willie struggled to stand up.

Song Heping noticed something was wrong.

"You're hurt?!"

"Yes..."

Willie grimaced as he leaned against the wall to stand up.

Song Heping saw that his left hand was immovable, and quickly went to check it.

The bullet had penetrated his forearm.

It might have also broken the bone.

The other two bullets were stopped by the bulletproof vest, which was relatively lucky.

"Let's head to the back hall first."

"Mhm."

Both knew they couldn't stay here long.

Fortunately, although the villagers here were poor, they owned quite a lot of land, thus their houses were quite large and spacious.

For various reasons, the birthrate here was high, so the houses took up a lot of land, with extended families living together.

This gave Song Heping enough space to maneuver.

Supporting Willie, Song Heping quickly made it to the back hall, laid Willie on the ground, and swiftly took out a first aid kit to stop the bleeding and fix his arm with a splint.

"No time for further treatment."

Song Heping said, "I reckon the third wave will arrive very soon..."

Before his words ended, a huge explosion suddenly came from the front door.

Bang—

This explosion was fiercer than any previous ones.

Even in the back hall, they could see the blast of air sweeping through the corridor, rushing towards the back hall.

"Fuck!"

Song Heping's face turned pale.

"They really have an M72..."

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