The opposition noticed the vehicle coming toward them on the road. One of them waved a hand, shouted a few times, and immediately, a dozen armed personnel surrounded them. A Desheka Heavy Machine Gun mounted on an armed pickup truck parked on the roadside was already aimed at Song Heping and Nura.
"They've discovered us."
Nura was a bit nervous.
With only about a hundred meters' distance, it's almost impossible to survive under the coverage of a Desheka Heavy Machine Gun.
"Stay calm."
Song Heping pulled up his field scarf to cover his face: "Keep driving forward."
Then he picked up the walkie-talkie.
He had to notify the vehicles behind them.
Jiang Feng and his team were about twenty meters behind them.
"Jiang Feng, cover your face."
"Got it."
Jiang Feng quickly pulled up his scarf as well.
