The silence didn't last long, as the AGS, having received no order to stop, kept firing a few rounds every five seconds. The rhythm passed from one operator to another.
The assault squad leader at the bottom of the hill had finally climbed up through the rough terrain.
If not for the support-by-fire element, they wouldn't have been able to close in on the targets at all. The uneven ground beneath her feet—loose rubble and pebbles sliding down the slope—hampered her squad's movement.
At this moment, she cursed their luck. So far, the operation had gone well, but her squad had already taken five casualties.
Yes—five casualties before even meeting the terrorists head-on.
Her subordinates didn't dare provoke their gloomy leader as they crawled forward in a line formation, preparing for the assault.
Of course, they understood her frustration. Those five had been injured from slipping, not from the handful of terrorists they had gunned down earlier.
