Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 125: Lightning-Fast Action

Altiye Village in the northern mountains of Irigo.

One and a half in the morning.

This is a village in the northern mountains.

The village is not big, with only more than 60 households.

There were more people in the early years, but the Persians and the Iligans fought an eight-year war, and the people here either fled to Turkey or to Persia. The few people who remained in the area were mostly elderly people who could not run.

Children who grow up in such an environment do not have many options for making a living. They can either herd sheep or join armed groups and work hard to earn money.

Most villages along the border are like this, semi-militarized.

Why is it so difficult to eliminate the armed groups here?
Because anyone here could be a spy for the armed group.

When government forces launched air strikes, he hid in the mountains.

If infantry were sent, the mountains would hinder mechanized advance.

Let's go in on foot. Before we even get into the mountains, the militants have already fled, leaving the army with only an empty village.

When they withdraw, the militants will stage a few blocking battles and continue to attack to consume the government forces.

To put it bluntly, it is guerrilla warfare.

When regular troops deal with guerrillas, they often feel like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, or like a tiger biting a turtle, and they don't know where to start.

There was still a little light on in a mud-brick bungalow in the village.

Several leaders of the Free Army were still awake at this time.

The Madih army has been making a lot of trouble to their west these days, attacking two of their strongholds and killing and injuring more than 50 people.

"Bashir, I think the western side is still a little short of manpower. I think we should transfer another company from the east tomorrow."

Military advisor Aimeni looked at the troop deployment symbols on the map, frowned and thought for a while, and finally made a decision.

The man in camouflage standing opposite Emani is called Bashir.

He is the commander of the elite main battalion of the Free Army.

Recently, he was the one leading his troops to fight against Madih's army.

Battalion Commander Bashir expressed his concerns: "We have almost exhausted our forces in the south. If we transfer troops from the east as well, we will have almost no troops left in the southeast. That area will be completely empty."

"If we hadn't lost two hundred men in the surprise attack on the oil field, we wouldn't be so short of troops. After this battle with the Madih army, we'll have to recruit more soldiers. The leader of the Kurdish armed forces has already said they can provide us with some weapons, equipment, and funds."

Akadullah, the leader of the Freedom Army who had been silent between the two, finally spoke.

"The east is fine for now. We'll divert personnel to the west to deal with Madih's army. Ever since Shadamu's downfall, they've been looking for opportunities to create friction with us. I have a feeling they're going to get serious and annex our territory."

"Annex?" Military Advisor Aimeni sneered, "I'm afraid they don't have such a big appetite. We'll just stuff them to death! How can the Madih Army alone swallow up our 3,000 square kilometers of influence? Do they dare to invite the Persians to join us in annihilating us? As long as the Persians dare to take action openly, the Kurdish armed forces will have an excuse to contact the Americans and ask them to send troops to deal with the Madih Army."

In fact, Bashir disagreed with Emani's statement in his heart.

He looked down on this so-called organizational strategist.

He is a Kurd.

He was not sent to the Freedom Army as a military advisor because of his extraordinary strategy. The reason he was placed here was simply to monitor the organization's every move.

To put it bluntly, it is the role of a military supervisor.

He knows nothing about military affairs!
Bashir's gaze fell on the south, continued to move south, and finally fell on two oil field areas.

He always has a premonition.

Those two oil fields are a serious threat.

Although it has always been the case that whoever enters those two oil fields will eventually be driven away.

But the people who came this time seemed different.

The Free Army launched several attacks, but was ultimately defeated.

This has never happened before.

According to intelligence, there was a defense company whose name no one had ever heard of, and there were only more than 300 people working in the two oil fields.

But their boss is quite interesting, he is actually Chinese.

I have never heard of Chinese people having the ability to set up a defense company in this area before. This is the first time I have seen it.

Staring at the map, Bashir always felt that there would be movement in the oil field.

I feel very insecure.

It felt like someone was holding a sharp knife against my back.

"Boss."

He turned to the chief, Akadullah.

"I think we should not withdraw troops from the east for the time being. Keep them here. Otherwise, there will be no one in the south. If anything happens in the oil fields, it will be difficult for us to deal with it."

“What’s going to happen to the oil fields?”

Before the boss, Akadula, could reply, the military advisor, Emene, spoke first: "Do those mercenaries dare to come to the mountains to cause trouble for us? Do they have the guts?!"

Bashir fell silent.

Indeed, I have never seen a mercenary company dare to openly enter this mountainous area to attack an armed organization.

Previously, a company as large as Blackwater International also tried to make peace by establishing connections with the Colt armed forces and its own organization.

Although a big incident occurred during their last meeting and many people died, Bashir always felt that something was very strange.

But he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Akadullah said contemptuously, "Bashir, the military advisor is right. Mercenaries wouldn't dare enter the northern mountainous area. Especially since most of those in the two oil fields are local Irigo mercenaries. Most of them are from the ICDC and have little combat effectiveness."

Seeing that Bashir still didn't speak.

Akadullah continued to explain, "Madih's army is our biggest threat. The leader of the Kurdish armed forces said that this time, we must inflict heavy damage on the Madih army at all costs. If possible, we can even directly seize some of their territory."

It's the Kould Armed Forces again...

Bashir is a native of Irigoe.

He is not a bandit like Cold.

Bashir even served in Shadam's former government army.

He only joined the border resistance organization because he opposed Shadamu.

He has extensive military experience.

In the past, the style was steady and cautious.

This time, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Ok, deal!"

Emmanuel waved his hand.

"Don't hesitate on this issue!"

He stretched.

But I heard Bashir say: "I am against mobilizing troops from the east!"

"It's not important anymore." Emene glanced at him. "I gave the order this afternoon. The troops from the east should have arrived in the north by now. Go to bed early and don't waste time discussing this here."

He was deliberately trying to embarrass Bashir.

Because Bashir has always looked down on him, relying on his high prestige in the Free Army, he is very hostile to this foreign military advisor.

"I just want to see what you can do to me."

He left the room and walked out the door, feeling secretly proud of himself.

The moon in the sky finally came out from the dark clouds, and the visibility was much better than before.

"What a beautiful night..."

He sighed and was about to go back to his room to have a good sleep.

Suddenly, Emmanuel heard a whooshing sound in the air.

"what sound?"

He looked up, but saw nothing.

boom--

A 120-caliber mortar shell landed directly in the yard.

The shock wave generated by the explosion directly blew Emani away, flying more than five meters and hitting the wall of the house, directly shattering his internal organs.

There was almost no pain. Emene started bleeding from the mouth and nose and instantly became a relatively warm corpse.

Bashir, who was inside, yelled, "Mortars!"

As he said this, he pulled Akadula up and crawled under the table in the corner.

You can't run around during the artillery attack, otherwise you might be killed by a shell.

Mortar?
Who is attacking yourself?
Madih Army?

Countless questions popped up in his mind.

Akadullah turned pale and asked sharply, "Who is attacking us?! Is it Madih's army?!" "Impossible!" Bashir made his own judgment: "They are all in the north and it is impossible for them to get through our defense line."

Suddenly, he thought of a terrible enemy.

oilfield!

"It's those mercenaries!"

"Mercenaries? You mean the mercenaries from the oil fields?!"

Akadullah felt like he had been slapped hard in the mouth.

Just a few minutes ago, he had vowed that no mercenaries would dare to enter the northern mountains.

"Once the shelling stops, we'll leave from behind the house, go through the path on the north side, and escape to my defense zone!"

Bashir is indeed an experienced veteran.

In critical situations, you can still make clear judgments.

In order to guard against sneak attacks, the Freedom Army Headquarters had already prepared a plan.

There is a secret path in the north. There is a tunnel behind the command post in the village, and the exit is on the shady side of the mountain.

Then you can run forward about two hundred meters and enter a valley.

The valley is very long, stretching for several kilometers.

As long as you run a few kilometers away, you will be safe.

It is almost impossible to catch these locals in this mountainous area with complex terrain.

The explosions continued one after another.

Almost all the shells fell in the headquarters area.

Bashir felt that the other party had found out where he and Akadullah were.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to concentrate fire so accurately.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

boom--

The sound of exploding shells and screams outside the house filled the night sky.

The house where they were both hiding was half destroyed by the explosion.

Fortunately, he hid in the corner of the side room and under a wooden table. Apart from his head and face being covered with mud and dust, he was not injured.

The shelling finally stopped.

"Come on!"

Bashir pulled Akadullah up.

"Guard! Guard!"

He shouted loudly in the darkness.

"Boss, are you guys okay?!"

Finally, a few guards came running over from somewhere else.

"What's going on?" Bashir asked.

"Fighting has broken out," a guard said. "The village seems to be surrounded. There are a lot of people on the other side, and our brothers are exchanging fire with them."

"Has the tunnel been bombed?" Bashir asked.

The guard replied: "No! I took a look when I came over, and it wasn't blown down!"

"go!"

Hearing that the tunnel was still there, Bashir saw hope.

He grabbed Akadullah and, escorted by several guards, staggered towards the tunnel entrance, then went in and disappeared into the darkness.

After running for more than ten minutes, we passed through the long tunnel.

Pushed aside the disguise blocking the exit.

Bashir asked a guard to go out and check the situation.

The guard went out to look around, then returned to the cave entrance and waved to the people inside.

"Boss, come out! There's no one outside!"

Bashir and Akadullah, supported by two other guards, finally walked out of the tunnel.

fresh air!
A breath of freedom!
The excitement of coming alive!

Bashir was just about to take a deep breath and enjoy the mountain air when a hole suddenly appeared on his forehead.

puff--

His slightly fat body fell backwards and fell directly into a pile of weeds.

Then, gunshots rang out.

Da da da--

It was the RPD light machine gun firing.

Akadula turned around and tried to run, but after a few steps he was swept into a hornet's nest at the exit and slowly slid to the ground along the slope next to the cave entrance.

He never understood it until his death.

How did the other party even know the tunnel entrance I used to escape...

He died with his eyes wide open, his face full of resentment.

After a while, the gunfire finally subsided.

Several dark shadows slowly gathered around.

Song Heping held the gun and first checked Bashir's body.

He was dragged out of the bushes only after he was confirmed dead.

In the moonlight, he recognized the face.

"This is Bashir." He turned to the cook and said, "Who's that to you?"

The cook was turning Akadullah's body over.

He looked at his face in the moonlight.

The cook laughed, "This is a big fish! Their boss! Akadula!"

"Gray Wolf, Hunter, White Bear, I've killed Akadullah and Bashir. When you enter the village to clean up, keep an eye out to see if any other members of the leadership have been killed."

Gray Wolf said, "I found a body outside the headquarters, but it's a little incomplete. It looks a bit like their military advisor, Emmanuel."

"Take a photo and bring it back. For any suspicious bodies, take a photo of their faces and bring it back for verification."

"no problem!"

More than half of the 300 Free Army soldiers stationed in the village, who had lost their central command, were killed or wounded after a round of shelling.

The mercenaries who rushed into the village killed the other half.

The battle was over in less than thirty minutes.

The most successful thing was that the radio station at the Free Army’s headquarters was blown up at the very beginning, and the news of the attack could not be transmitted at all.

After clearing the area, Song Heping led everyone to quickly evacuate Altiye Village.

An hour later, the whole village returned to peace again.

Some parts of the village were set on fire by the shelling, and flames were burning in the dark night.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Except for a few hundred corpses.

Hundreds of "Musician" mercenaries took advantage of the night and finally withdrew from the mountains in three hours.

Because the operation went so smoothly, the 107 rocket launchers that Song Heping had deployed near the mountains to intercept pursuers were not used.

After getting in the car, Song Heping sent a text message to Afanti using the satellite phone:

"The house is clean and you can invite guests to the table."

Not long after, he received a reply, which only had one sentence:

"I have prepared a feast for our guests. It will be delicious."

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