48 hours later.
The heatwave condensed into a transparent curtain among the ruins of the ancient castle. Through Major Yager's binoculars, the ancient buildings not far away were as silent as a tomb.
But he dared not continue the attack.
Only six were left.
They had launched two attacks since the night before, but neither had been successful, costing them two lives.
As a Mossad operations director, Yager had never encountered such a tricky problem—Song Heping and his people inside the building evidently had gained water and food, and even taken guns, bullets, hand grenades, and claymore mines from his dead subordinates.
This allowed them to make a stubborn resistance, enough to withstand the attacks of Yager's few remaining men.
Although he had his men deployed around the riverbed, tightly besieging Song Heping.
It was like a tiger catching a huge turtle, with the other side retreating into its shell, leaving Yager helpless.
