From the first crack of the sniper rifle to the subsequent sixty seconds, for Barzani's Guard, it was nothing short of a meticulously orchestrated symphony of purgatory.
Under Jiang Feng's command, the fire support team constructed a three-dimensional crossfire net at six precisely calculated positions on both sides of the canyon.
Even more despairing was their shooting rhythm.
These mercenaries, strictly selected to represent the highest battle level of the "Musician" defense, had extraordinary tacit understanding.
When gunfire erupted from one direction, attracting the fire and attention of a batch of guards, bullets from the other two directions would almost simultaneously reach, taking down those exposed outside the cover or focused on counterattacking.
When the guards panicked and turned their guns, new cold shots would come from unexpected angles.
It was as if they were fighting a group of invisible Grim Reapers.
"Ah—my leg! My leg is broken!"
