"Fire support!"
Jensen's roar exploded in the canyon, filled with a do-or-die determination. He suddenly leaned out from behind the rubble cover, the stock of the M4A1 carbine pressed against his shoulder, wildly firing towards the cliff top.
The shell casings ejected like raindrops from the ejection port, clinking against the rocks.
The remaining six Green Berets seemed to be infused with the same madness. They simultaneously sprang up from behind cover, disregarding their own safety, unleashing ammunition at all suspicious fire points in all directions.
At this moment, these elite Special Forces soldiers burst forth with astonishing combat power.
"For the Brotherhood!"
A sergeant with a bloodstained face roared, his Mk14 EBR precision marksman rifle firing continuously, the 7.62mm bullets precisely striking into rock crevices, hitting an elite mercenary from the "Musician" defense hidden behind a dirt mound.
