Song Heping's gaze swept over the fully armed SSO operatives inside the car, then he turned his head towards Major Petrovsky next to him, who was frowning:
"Fight?"
He deliberately paused for a moment and then teased:
"Major, are you sure your men can take on a hundred each? The opposition isn't just militia with sticks, they're organized armed forces and possibly even US Special Forces, with heavy machine guns, mortars, and maybe even anti-tank missiles."
Petrovsky's Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, swallowing hard.
He opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't produce a sound, only shook his head slowly.
"I can't guarantee…"
Indeed, no one dares to make such a bet.
Special soldiers are human too, not gods.
They might achieve miracles of one against ten thanks to their exceptional skills, advanced equipment, and seamless cooperation in local battles, but against an absolute numerical advantage, the result is only one — not even bones left.
