In the dense darkness, Song Heping pressed his back tightly against the slope's mound of earth, concealing his figure and even carefully controlling his breathing to avoid releasing heat sources.
The residual heat from the M249 barrel was dissipating, and he could clearly feel the scorching pain from the bullet-proof plate on his left ribs—proof of being hit repeatedly by 5.56mm steel core bullets.
After all, he was wounded.
He reached out to the painful spot and touched it.
He didn't feel any sticky liquid.
Luckily, he had stripped a bullet-proof vest off a corpse earlier; otherwise, he would definitely be dead by now.
Fifty meters away, six dark red human figures formed a fan-shaped advancing formation in the thermal imaging device.
