Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 151: Battle of Gaila Town

11:32 PM.

A house somewhere in Gela Town.

This is the center of the town, and there are low houses everywhere.

The town of Qala used to be prosperous because it is located between the two big cities of Titrik and Mosul. In the early years of Iriga, when the per capita GDP exceeded 10,000 US dollars and every household had a car, it was prosperous for a while.

However, after the first Gulf War, this place began to decline.

A member of the Salafi armed group was on guard with an AK47 on the roof of the house. A large courtyard about one kilometer away from him was the organization's temporary headquarters.

Their headquarters can basically be moved at any time. Thanks to their complex local connections, it is not difficult for them to find a place to live.

One advantage of hiding in a town is that if someone comes to encircle them, someone will have already informed them at the intersection before entering the town.

Unless we kill everyone in the town, there is no way to deal with them.

A thick cloud of smoke and dust could be seen rolling in from afar outside the town, and the sentry could see it clearly in the moonlight.

He cautiously released the safety of his AK47, then picked up the intercom and began to report to his superiors: "An unidentified convoy appeared outside the town."

"See who it is! Report immediately!"

"and many more……"

The sentry looked around for a moment, then picked up the intercom and said, "It looks like our convoy, our people..."

"Our people?"

Obviously, the boss at the old nest was a little unconvinced.

"Stop them and check what's going on!"

In the lair, a leader put down the walkie-talkie, quickly crossed the yard, ran into a courtyard, then stopped in front of a house and reached out to knock on the door.

"Boss! There's a convoy coming from outside the town. The sentry said it's ours!"

The door opened quickly.

A stern-faced man looked at the leader in front of him with suspicion: "Are you sure you are one of us?"

"Yes, the sentinel will not be wrong."

"They lost contact over an hour ago, how come they're back suddenly?"

Boss Hahn thought about it and felt something was wrong.

He snatched the intercom from the leader and asked loudly, "Who is that person? Did you see clearly?"

"It's our convoy."

The sentry responded immediately.

"Stop it and take a closer look."

"Yes, boss."

Outside the town, the sentry blew a whistle, and several dark figures flashed out from the house downstairs and guarded the intersection.

"Stop the convoy and check it out."

He ordered several accomplices.

"Ok!"

Several dark figures opened the safety.

The convoy entered the town and was quickly obscured by buildings.

But the sound of the engine can still be heard faintly.

Soon, the convoy arrived at the sentry's guard position.

"Stop! Stop!"

One of them blocked the road with a gun and ordered the car to stop.

The lead vehicle was a pickup truck, with a head and a hand sticking out from the passenger seat.

"Elmi, it's me..."

The man holding the gun took a look.

Huh?
Isn't this Ennis?
So he also raised his hand and greeted: "Ennis..."

Before he finished speaking, a few faint noises suddenly came from behind.

The sentry on the rooftop noticed something was wrong.

He saw his accomplice suddenly fall to the ground a few houses downstairs.

"enemy……"

He wanted to sound the alarm, but suddenly he felt a hand grabbing his neck from behind.

The force was so great that it almost broke his Adam's apple.

In a flash, a chill penetrated into the body from behind.

It looks like a knife...

Then, the knife that had penetrated the body rotated inside the body.

The sentry's eyes went dark, and he made a "guh" sound in his throat, and then he went limp like an octopus.

Before he lost consciousness, he saw Emile, who was blocking the road, with blood spurting out of his head and then falling to the ground.

Song Heping drew his knife.

Blood gushed out of the sentry's body like a fountain, splashing all over him.

He lowered the body slowly so that the gun wouldn't make a noise.

"Leave three of you here to guard. The rest of you will begin surrounding their lair as planned. Report to me once you are in position."

After he finished speaking, he climbed down the stairs, jumped into the pickup truck, and said to Samir in the driver's seat: "Keep driving, don't stop."

"Okay, boss."

Samir glanced at the pale-faced thin man beside him and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it will be over soon."

The convoy moved on.

But this time the car speed was obviously slower.

Just about two hundred meters away from the residential building where the Salafi armed organization's headquarters was located, Song Heping got out of the car with a group of people.

The thin man was tied up like a dumpling, his mouth was stuffed, and he was thrown into the back seat of a pickup truck.

According to the intelligence provided by the thin man, there are currently about 200 Salafi militants in the town, distributed in various houses within a radius of meters. They occupy about ten buildings, including about people in the courtyard where the headquarters is located.

When Song Heping was at the water supply station, he divided all the people, including the mortar squad, into ten groups. Each group had at least two people and at most three people, and each group was assigned a building.

In terms of numbers, the other side definitely has more.

But the thin man said that apart from the sentries outside the town, there was only one sentry at the courtyard gate, and most people slept in their houses at night.

The Salafi armed group deployed sentries on all four sides of the town, but there was a flaw: the sentries in these four directions were far apart from each other. The convoy entered the town from the north, and only the sentries in the north could see the convoy.

As long as there is no fighting and no gunshots, the sentries in the other three directions will have no idea that the northern guard post has been killed and the defense line has been breached.

The ten attack teams have arrived at the designated buildings according to the map, waiting for Song Heping's order to start the attack.

"Group 1 is here..."

"Group 2 is here..."

"Group 3 is here..."

……

Song Heping has also arrived at the headquarters of the Salafi organization, which is next to the courtyard.

Behind Song Heping was Samir and another local mercenary from Irigoe.

He turned and gestured to Samir to go around to the other end of the yard.

Sameer takes and leaves, doing as he is told.

Song Heping stuck his head out from the corner of the wall and took a look at the entrance of the yard.

Sure enough, I saw a sentry.

He also heard people talking in the courtyard.

It seems someone is not asleep.

All the attack teams are in place. The only concern now is that some teams do not have core members to lead them. It is not known whether they can kill a large number of enemies in the shortest time. Once the enemy defends the house and fights back, they will be stuck in a stalemate.

But I can't care about that anymore.

These people live in houses, just like fish and shrimp hiding in holes. All you need to do is block the hole entrance.

Song Heping's order to everyone was that if they couldn't break into the building and bomb the sleeping enemy, then they should guard the building's exit. Most of the buildings here were on the first floor, so if one person guarded the courtyard gate and one guarded the back door, it would be difficult for the enemy to escape.

As for the team that failed to defeat the enemy in a short time, they can hold their ground and send out a call for help, and the nearby teams that have completed their tasks can go over to support them.

There was no time to lose. Song Heping knew that if he delayed any further, the big boss in their headquarters would definitely become suspicious.

After all, the sentry must have discovered the convoy after it came in and must have notified the people inside. Not seeing the convoy arrive for too long would arouse suspicion.

Action must be taken immediately.

There was no order to take action. Song Heping's order to everyone was that hearing the gunshot meant the action had begun.

The sound of a gun is an order.

Song Heping raised the MK18 assault rifle with the silencer removed and fired a burst of shots at the sentry guarding the gate of the headquarters yard.

bang bang——

As soon as he fired his gun, he heard the sound of popping gunfire coming from all directions around the town.

It’s like when I was a kid celebrating Chinese New Year, when 12 o’clock on New Year’s Eve came, every household would set off firecrackers together in tacit understanding.

The big boss and the small boss who were talking in the yard were stunned when they heard the gunshots.

Gunshots?

Just outside the gate?
After hesitating for less than three seconds, the big boss suddenly took off the gun hanging on his shoulder, held it in his hand, and reached out to release the safety.

The little boss was doing the same thing.

But Song Heping was faster. He had already reached the gate of the yard and fired a volley of bullets at the two men.

blah blah-

At this time, Samir also rushed into the yard.

"You left me right!"

Song Heping took out a grenade, rushed to the door of the house on the right, pulled out the safety pin and threw it into the house.

He threw one coin and then threw another as quickly as possible.

As soon as the second missile was thrown, a militant with half his clothes on rushed out of the house.

Song Heping didn't have time to use his rifle, so he pulled out his pistol and shot him in the temple.

The militant fell headfirst into the doorway before he could realize what was happening.

Militants also poured out from Samir's side.

He was also imitating Song Heping to throw the second grenade.

Before the money was even invested, someone had already come out.

Fortunately, there was another Irigo mercenary next to him, guarding there with an AKM.

They fired at the people who came out, and shot the two people who rushed out into sieves.

boom--

Grenades exploded one after another in the room.

This time it's going to be lively.

There was screaming in the room.

Then, some militants, their faces covered in dust and dirt, stumbled out.

Most of these people were knocked unconscious by the explosion. Song Heping did not hesitate and fired bursts of fire at these dizzy guys with his MK18 assault rifle.

Basically, everyone who comes out dies.

Soon, the doorway to the room was filled with corpses.

Song Heping threw another grenade in.

After the explosion, he quickly changed the magazine and rushed in with his gun.

The house was filled with the smell of blood, and blood was everywhere on the walls and the floor.

There were many corpses lying all over the place.

Several militants were twisting their bodies on the ground and wailing.

Song Heping would shoot twice whenever he saw a corpse.

Soon, one magazine was emptied, and he quickly replaced it with another and continued reloading.

Battle reports from other teams gradually came through the headphone channel.

Most of the groups were successful.

But some people were injured.

Song Heping listened and found out that the attack of Groups 5 and 6 was blocked. They were suppressed outside the yard before they could enter the building to throw grenades.

"The attack of Group 5 was blocked. We were blocked outside the yard. Their firepower was very strong..."

"Group 6 is blocked, and we have injured people...Requesting support!"

Song Heping rushed out of the yard and said to Samir, "Clean up the place, and then go to whoever needs support!"

After saying that, the man jumped onto the courtyard wall, then climbed onto the roof, then took a running start and jumped up, landing on the roof of a bungalow opposite, and quickly disappeared into the night.

His agility was so great that Samir, who was standing in the yard, was stunned.

The buildings here are not far from each other and are densely packed together.

Song Heping jumped from one roof to another and soon arrived at the building next to the courtyard where Group 5 was located.

An armed man was climbing up to the roof from the downstairs when he was hit by a burst of gunfire from Song Heping and fell directly into the yard.

The other militants in the yard who were shooting at the two Irigo mercenaries outside the gate discovered Song Heping and turned their guns at him and fired at him.

Song Heping quickly lay down, took out a grenade, pulled the safety pin and threw it into the yard opposite.

Seeing the grenades falling from the sky, the militants in the yard were in chaos, some running away and some retreating.

boom--

Shrapnel knocked out several of them.

Taking advantage of the explosion, Song Heping immediately stood up from the ground and knelt down to fire at the enemies in the yard.

In the yard that Group 5 was in charge of, the militants' defenses had been disrupted.

They were already concerned about the situation. After the pressure on the two Irigo mercenaries at the gate was suddenly reduced, they took advantage of the explosion inside and started shooting at the corner of the gate, throwing grenades into the room.

Soon, all the enemies in the yard were lying on the ground.

"Can you guys handle this place!?"

Song Heping asked loudly.

The two men looked at the situation in the yard and nodded in response: "Boss, we can handle it!"

Song Heping jumped off the building and ran towards Group 6.

Just as he rushed out of two alleys, a dark shadow suddenly flashed from the right.

The two were caught off guard and bumped into each other.

Song Heping glanced at the other person and found that he was actually an armed militant.

The distance was too close, and he couldn't even lift his spear.

Song Heping's muscle memory kicked in, and he subconsciously pulled out the dagger and stabbed it directly into the opponent's abdomen.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Blood gushed out of the other person's mouth.

Song Heping took his gun away and threw it away, sheathed his knife, and continued to run towards the target with the gun in hand.

Anyone who stands in the way must die!
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