Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 149 Murderous Intent

At this time, Song Heping had already developed a strong murderous intention.

My team suffered a great loss tonight.

I don’t know how many of my men were injured or killed in the explosion just now.

It’s not that he feels sorry for the pension, but the casualties among his men were too unfair.

Just now when the convoy entered the water supply station, Song Heping asked Samir to take people to check out the building. His original intention was to settle down in the house tonight, but he didn't expect that militants had set booby traps here, resulting in casualties on his side.

Moreover, this explosion was caused by my own negligence.

When entering any unfamiliar place, one must be careful of traps and booby traps. This is common sense, but I actually forgot to mention it...

Since the other party has been so cruel to me, I certainly can't let him get away so easily.

You want to quit after more than a dozen people died?

Not that easy!
"Set up the machine guns! Conduct interception fire while walking!"

"Samir, you drive the SUV!"

"They must have a car hidden nearby. We must stop them before they get in!"

"Hunter, watch which direction they're running, and shoot whoever runs the fastest!"

"Boss, no problem!"

"Boss, don't worry!"

The fighting spirit of his men was instantly aroused.

Song Heping's simple shooting moves just now were so cool!

It completely shocked everyone.

Song Heping had demonstrated this shooting method before and asked the mortar platoon to practice it regularly.

However, their training results were not very good.

The reason is that this shooting method is very tiring.

It requires a lot of training time and repeated training.

It's a completely "practice makes perfect" shooting technique.

So the Irigo mercenaries in the mortar platoon haven't fully mastered it yet.

This was Song Heping's actual "simple shooting" practice in front of everyone, and it was also the most intuitive on-site demonstration.

Everyone suddenly discovered that this shooting method is so awesome if used well!
Song Heping led a squad, Bai Xiong and Zai Xing led a squad, and they started chasing those reckless militants from different directions.

It can be said that these militants are in bad luck.

They suddenly discovered that this group of mercenaries tonight was completely different from the previous two groups.

In the past, the mercenaries would become disorganized after just two attacks and would only know how to call for reinforcements.

However, the defense line was often breached before the arrival of US reinforcements.

Tonight's group of mercenaries even have mortars!
And he hits very accurately.

This is going to cost me my life!
When a 120mm mortar shell comes, anyone who doesn't lie down properly within a radius of dozens of meters will be killed or injured.

Can't fight.

More than a dozen people had been killed before entering the 200-meter range of the water supply station.

These dozens of people would probably have all become corpses if they rushed to the 100 meters in front of the water supply station.

If you don't run now, when will you wait?
They did hide the car nearby.

Recently, they heard that a new batch of mercenaries was coming to the water supply station, so they sneaked in here early, set up booby traps in the dormitory building, and ambushed in the surrounding grass, waiting for an explosion in the water supply station and then launching an attack in the chaos.

But unexpectedly, although the explosion happened, the other side did not panic. Instead, they organized their personnel and began to counterattack in an orderly manner, killing more than a dozen of their own people in just a few minutes.

How is this still playing?
Withdraw!

But it's too late.

Their car was hidden behind a hillside 500 meters away, but in just these 500 meters, it was caught up by Song Heping's convoy.

Song Heping opened the sunroof of the SUV, revealing half of his body.

At this time, the off-road vehicle driven by Samir had reached the right side of the militants, only more than 100 meters away.

Song Heping mounted his gun on the roof of the car and, like a hunter hunting in the African wilderness, began to call out the names of the militants who were fleeing.

At this time, the off-road vehicle was speeding in the wild. The ground was bumpy and the body of the vehicle was shaking violently. At the same time, it was driving at high speed, with an estimated speed of 60 kilometers per hour.

Song Heping tried his best to keep his gun steady. At this moment, he couldn't align the crosshairs before shooting like he did when shooting at a fixed target. He could only find the right time to shoot when the crosshairs moved.

The trick to shooting from a car is to seize the moment when the crosshairs falls on a person, or to estimate the moment when the crosshairs will jump to a target in the next second, seize the opportunity to shoot and send the opponent away.

It's easier said than done.

But these militants deserved their misfortune.

They met an evil star today.

blah blah-

This time, Song Heping fired three bursts.

Normally he would fire two short bursts.

However, this time, because we were shooting from a car, the shaking was too great. In order to ensure that one burst of fire could kill an enemy, three shots would be safer.

Finish a burst of shooting.

Song Heping saw through the scope an armed militant running wildly for several meters before falling heavily to the ground.

"good."

Song Heping sneered.

It has been a long time since I have done such difficult car-mounted shooting, but the skill has not been lost and the muscle memory is still there.

He tried to target another militant.

This time he deliberately increased the difficulty and took two bursts of fire.

Ta-ta-

The sound of the MK18 assault rifle equipped with a silencer always sounds so comfortable.

In the scope, the militant he was aiming at fell headfirst.

"good……"

This feels like a one-sided massacre.

Because people kept falling, the militants were already scared out of their wits.

They even forgot the tactic of alternating and covering their retreat and just kept running.

"It seems they are still a bunch of idiots without any fighting power..."

Song Heping saw it.

The combat effectiveness of this armed group is not high.

Their combat effectiveness is even worse than that of the Free Army.

According to intelligence, the Salafi armed group is a small armed group formed by some former members of the Shadamu Suicide Squad with more extreme ideas in this area.

It seems that the information provided by Ferrari is correct.

It's a small organization indeed.

It is estimated that except for a small number of former suicide squad members, the rest are combat garbage and are not worthy of being on the stage.

Da da da da da——

Da da da da——

The PKM machine gun mounted on the truck began to roar happily.

Machine guns and assault rifles are different.

The PKM machine gun uses a magazine, which has plenty of bullets and fires continuously like pouring water.

Song Heping saw bullets raining down on the fleeing militants. Occasionally a few hit their bodies, but most of them missed.

The hit rate is average, but there are plenty of bullets!

Two PKM machine guns mounted on trucks opened fire at the same time, and the dozens of militants were chopped down one by one like leeks, without any chance to run to their own vehicles.

"Ugh……"

Song Heping sighed.

There's no point in fighting like this.

There is no technical content.

He shrank back into the car and said to Samir, "Go around a hundred meters ahead of them. We'll intercept them directly in front."

"Third Squad Leader, you guys flank us, we'll intercept us from the front. Don't fire any of your weapons. Oh, and if you can find any survivors, leave one or two alive. I'll be able to use them!"

"No problem! Boss!"

The third squad leader's voice sounded like he was pumping up his morale.

He was one of the machine gunners.

The killing is in full swing at this moment.

"I'll try my best!" He added, lest the boss cause trouble for him if they all died.

Song Heping said, "Is it so difficult to leave one or two alive?! When you're strafing, don't just sweep all the way across. Shoot the ones in front, and they'll surrender soon!"

Sure enough, everything was exactly as Song Heping had expected.

When the off-road vehicle rushed in front of the fleeing militants, Song Heping got out of the car and he and Samir and others set up an interception line and began to block the enemy's retreat route. The enemy quickly collapsed.

There was machine gun fire on the right, and several mercenaries in front were blocking the way with assault rifles.

This is simply a hunt.

Finally, one of the militants raised his gun with both hands, knelt on the ground, and shouted at the people around him.

Song Heping didn't hear clearly what they said.

So I asked Samir, “What are these guys talking about?”

"They surrendered."

"Surrender?" Song Heping quickly ordered the third squad leader: "Third squad leader, stop shooting, stop hitting, they're all dead!"

The sound of machine gunfire finally died down.

"Samir, tell them to stand up, put their guns on the ground, and come over here with their hands raised."

Upon hearing this, Samir immediately shouted at the men in Irigo: "Put your guns on the ground, gather together, and come over to us and surrender!"

The militants had completely lost their fighting spirit. When they heard that they could surrender, they all raised their guns above their heads, walked aside, threw their guns on the ground, and then walked towards Song Heping and the others with their hands raised.

"Stop! Stop right here! Get down! Get down with your hands on your head!"

When they walked about twenty meters in front, Song Heping asked them to stop.

It would be unwise to get too close.

At this distance, if the other party makes any move, we can shoot him to death immediately.

After all the militants had laid down obediently, Song Heping ordered the third squad leader on the communication channel: "Third squad leader, take two people over to search them. Search them thoroughly and don't let them play tricks!"

"Yes, boss!"

The third squad leader took two people over and started searching everyone one by one.

There shouldn't be many militants left alive.

When Song Heping first started the pursuit, he saw about thirty people, but now only six are left alive.

But wailing could still be heard all around.

I guess some of them who were not dead yet and were injured were crying out in the fields.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Heping asked White Bear and Disaster Star through the radio channel.

"Calling White Bear, what's the situation over there?"

"Us?! That's great!" White Bear's voice was always so loud: "Disaster Star and I killed them all!"

"Fuck..."

Song Heping suddenly remembered that he was too hasty when he ordered the pursuit just now, and actually forgot to tell Bai Xiong and Zao Xing to leave them alive...

These two people killed together...

There is no one left alive...

It's all my own negligence.

Ten minutes later, the prisoners were escorted back to the yard.

Song Heping went to see his men first.

The explosion killed one Irigo mercenary and injured another.

The injured person's bleeding has stopped temporarily and is not in danger of life.

"Samir, drive the dead and injured to the hospital in Sherbut immediately. I'll send someone to transport the bodies back to Bakda tomorrow. I'll arrange for his pension and insurance..."

He patted Samir's shoulder as a comfort.

Because the latter looked a little depressed.

Many of these local mercenaries were people he knew, and this was the first time that there were casualties in the "Musician" defense.

In fact, Song Heping was mentally prepared.

If you work in this field long enough, casualties are inevitable, and no one is exempt.

"Well, I'll arrange it."

"Hunter, take them to continue checking the water supply station. Check carefully and be careful of booby traps."

"Okay, I'll do it."

After everything was arranged, Song Heping came to the six captives.

These guys were lined up, tied up and kneeling in the middle of the yard.

Song Heping called Samir to act as an interpreter.

"Who's the boss here?"

No one answered.

However, Song Heping noticed that when everyone asked the question just now, their eyes subconsciously looked at one of the bearded men.

It was just a small subconscious movement, but Song Heping already knew everything in his mind.

He came up to the bearded man and asked him, "Are you the boss?"

The bearded man shook his head.

Song Heping said: "Then it is worthless."

After saying that, he pulled out his pistol, pulled the slide to release the safety, and put the muzzle of the gun to the guy's forehead.

The bearded man was instantly frightened and started yelling.

"What did he say?" Song Heping asked Samir.

Samir said, "He's the platoon leader."

"Oh. That means the officials."

Song Heping didn't put away his pistol, but continued to ask: "Which armed organization are you from?"

“Salafi.”

"Um……"

Song Heping thought, it was indeed true.

Ferrari's information is reliable.

"I want to know where your people are hiding. If you can tell me, I will spare your life."

The bearded man was sweating profusely, but he still didn't say anything.

Song Heping was too lazy to talk and just pulled the trigger.

bah—

The bearded man lunged forward and lay there motionless in a kneeling posture.

Song Heping came to the next militant.

The man's face was pale, and under the light of the car headlights, he looked like a piece of white paper, and his whole body was shaking.

Song Heping gestured to Samir: "Ask him where their headquarters is?"

Samir began to interrogate the thin man in Ilighe.

The thin man trembled even more violently, and beads of sweat on his face flowed down his cheeks and dripped at his chin.

"I don't know... I..."

Samir said, “Do you really want to die?”

The thin man was shocked as if he had been electrocuted, and his eyes kept moving around as if he was weighing something.

"We had a death on our side tonight. This is our boss, and he's pissed." Samir said, "If you don't want to end up like your platoon leader, you'd better answer right away."

The thin man was still hesitating, but the muzzle of Song Heping's gun was already pressed against his forehead.

"I say! I say! I say!"

He finally broke down.

"Tell your boss not to shoot! I say!"

"Boss, he's willing to talk." Samir reported quickly.

Song Heping put away his gun, turned on the safety, and nodded. "That's good enough, isn't it? Why bother with that? Ask him how much he gets paid a month?"

Sameer asked.

The thin man also answered.

Samir reported, "Two hundred dollars a month."

Song Heping laughed: "Fuck, $200 a month, what are you playing with?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)