Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 171 Navy SEALs
Song Heping felt his face was a little hot. He reached out and touched it, and it was red.

is blood!

But I didn't feel any pain, probably because it was someone else's blood.

He quickly looked at Samir who was lying on the side: "Are you hurt?!"

"no!"

Samir shook his head frantically, his face turning pale.

"Boss, what should we do?"

"Get down! Don't move!"

Song Heping shouted and gave the answer.

There's an empty space around here except for the restaurant. You have no way to hide from the bombardment in a place like this.

Even if you run into the tent, it will be useless because the shells can directly penetrate the top of the tent and take away everyone in one wave.

Moreover, standing up and running away when being bombarded is an extremely stupid thing to do, as it will undoubtedly expose yourself completely to the artillery fire.

Landing shells usually cause massive casualties through shrapnel, and the probability of a person being injured is 90% higher when standing than when lying on the ground.

"Don't panic!"

Seeing Samir's nervous expression, Song Heping comforted him, "There must be anti-artillery radar and artillery on duty in the camp. They will fight back. Hold on for ten minutes!"

"it is good……"

Samir then remembered that all US military camps would have artillery on duty and were definitely equipped with anti-artillery radar.

Once attacked, the enemy's position will be calculated based on the trajectory of the artillery shell within a dozen seconds, and the coordinates will be notified to the on-duty artillery position, and the artillery will then organize a counterattack.

The length of time depends on the skills of the artillerymen on duty. If they are fast, the counterattack shells can be fired within five minutes.

The attackers of the military camp must have been rebels in Mosul. Their artillery was no match for the US military in terms of accuracy or firepower.

Therefore, they will not stay in one place for too long and will definitely adopt a hit-and-run strategy, otherwise they will lose their lives.

boom--

boom--

Several more shells landed in the camp.

It was obvious that the other side launched a salvo.

Song Heping estimated that this was the last round of shelling.

Screams were heard throughout the camp, and the restaurant was on fire and emitting thick smoke due to the shelling.

Soon after, a large number of American soldiers poured out of the restaurant and fled to the open space and lay down.

Some of them were obviously restaurant staff, wearing white chef uniforms.

Some are female soldiers and service personnel.

They cried the loudest of all.

The sudden artillery attack plunged the originally peaceful night into chaos and panic.

Song Heping's quick response saved himself and Samir, but the surrounding situation was not optimistic.

The shock wave generated by the explosion not only destroyed the restaurant not far away, but may also have caused serious damage to other facilities and personnel in the camp.

Black smoke could be seen rising into the sky all around.

"Someone! Come quickly!"

Two minutes later, the shelling finally stopped.

Lieutenant Colonel Menders took the lead in getting up from the ground and yelled to the people around him, "Get up! The shelling has stopped! You cowards! Get up quickly! Where are the fire extinguishers?! Bring some fire extinguishers over here and save people!"

The air was filled with smoke and the smell of gunpowder, and screams, cries for help and emergency assembly whistles intertwined together, forming the chaotic background sound unique to the battlefield.

"Sokka!"

The cook got up, brushed off the dust and debris on his body, and walked quickly to Song Heping.

"What should we do? We can't have this meal."

Song Heping looked around and the entire camp seemed to have not yet recovered from the attack.

He turned and looked back at the restaurant.

What I heard in my ears were groans and screams.

His eyes unconsciously fell to the ground.

The broken leg is still there.

The military boots were still on the soles of his feet.

"Let's go, let's go help them."

Lieutenant Colonel Manders was moving a collapsed piece of simple board when he suddenly felt his hand become lighter.

He looked at the other end of the board and saw Song Heping pulling the other end to help him.

He nodded gratefully to Song Heping.

"one two Three!"

The two of them worked together to move the board blocking the entrance to the restaurant.

Song Heping finally saw the interior of the restaurant.

There was a faint glow of fire and thick smoke, and some of the dining tables and pots and dishes in the restaurant were scattered all over the floor.

The smell in the air was very strange, a mixture of the aroma of food and the smell of blood.

Song Heping saw something moving in the smoke, bent down and ran over. It turned out to be a soldier who was trapped under the dining car.

The ceiling was pressing down on the dining cart, and the fallen dining cart just happened to press down on him.

Song Heping hurriedly went over and grabbed a corner of the dining cart, using all his strength to lift it up.

The dining car didn't move.

"Disaster! White Bear! Come and help!"

When the two heard Song Heping's shout, they hurried over and the three of them moved the dining cart together.

They are indeed the two strongest men in the team.

With the help of White Bear and Disaster Star, the dining cart was finally lifted two inches.

At this moment, a large amount of blood suddenly gushed out from under the food cart, just like a bucket of ketchup accidentally spilled, slowly spreading to the ground.

Song Heping couldn't see what was under the dining cart.

He even thought it was ketchup that leaked from the food truck...

After the soldier was pulled out, the guy groaned and begged, "There are still people inside..."

Just as Song Heping and the others were about to put down the food cart, they realized that what had just flowed out was not ketchup...

The cook looked under the dining car and shook his head at Song Heping: "It's hopeless. It can't be pulled out."

This made Song Heping feel a little embarrassed.

He looked at the blood covering his feet, not knowing whether to let go or not.

Although the cook said there was no hope.

But there is a person in there after all.

The cook added, "The head is flat!"

Song Heping, Bai Xiong and Zai Xing put down the dining cart, and the soldier began to cry loudly, shouting the names of his comrades.

A few minutes later, rescuers arrived.

The wreckage of the restaurant was cleared away once ordered.

The bodies were carried out from the rubble one by one.

Military doctors are busy at the scene.

Inside the camp, the M777 howitzers continued to roar back.

In the sky, A-10 "Warthog" attack aircraft flew low like a swallow, and the dense roar of its iconic GAU-8 machine guns foreshadowed that another round of attacks was about to fall on the center of Mosul.

The light of the explosion flickered in the distance, the fireworks illuminated the night sky, and also reflected the hideous face of war.

The US military suffered a heavy loss and they vented their anger in retaliation.

However, this kind of revenge has no meaning other than causing the deaths of more innocent civilians. It is purely a crazy and futile vent.

Lieutenant Colonel Mendes was grateful for Song Heping's previous help. Even when he was busy, he still called a sergeant to take Song Heping and others to his tent.

This is a tent located in Area C with the white number C12 painted on it.

When you walk in, there are cabinets on both sides of the entrance, and behind them are 8 bunk beds that are very common in the military.

The place is quite clean and looks like it has been cleaned.

"I'm exhausted!"

The cook threw his backpack onto the lower bunk of one of the beds and lay down on it.

"I didn't expect that I would be bombarded before even having a meal!"

White Bear sat on the bed and complained, "I ate less at noon on purpose, intending to try their food, but I didn't expect..."

Having said that, he suddenly noticed the blood on his feet.

It was the "tomato juice" that spilled out when the food truck was moved to rescue people that set it on fire.

He rubbed his boots against the ground again and again, trying to wipe off the blood stuck on his military boots.

Disaster Star was actually the quietest among all of them. He never talked much. He sat down and started rummaging through his backpack. He found a bunch of canned food, opened the lids with his survival knife, and sat on the edge of the bed to start feasting.

Gray Wolf sat on the single bed across from him, watching Disaster Star eat canned meat. He couldn't help but ask him, "Disaster Star, you don't even cook it? You're just eating it raw and cold?! Are you more of a savage than me?!"

He was originally from the mountains, so sometimes White Bear would tease Gray Wolf as a "savage".

Without even looking up, the disaster star said, "The kitchen has been blown up. Where can I cook?"

The cook turned over and sat up in bed: "By the way, I'll go to the door to light a fire so we can cook something for ourselves."

"What are you planning tonight?"

"Russian stew! Bring out some of your canned meat and vegetables, and give me two bags of individual soldier rations. I'll get it!"

"Take it!"

Song Heping took out two bags of individual food from his backpack and threw them to the cook.

He knew that his partner wanted to show off his skills again.

Anyway, the food cooked by the chef tastes very good, and he likes cooking very much.

Then let him do it.

In less than twenty minutes, the fragrance wafted in from outside the tent.

Song Heping walked out of the tent and saw that he had set up a small pot and an alcohol stove at the door of the tent - the chef always carried this stuff in the trunk of the off-road vehicle wherever he went.

Looking at the busy cook, he couldn't help but smile.

Russian stew...

I had only heard of Northeastern Luandun before.

I didn't expect that the Russians would do the same thing.

"Wait ten more minutes and you can eat."

The cook sat by the campfire, looking extremely focused. He skillfully poured the contents of canned meat and vegetables into the pot, added the seasoning packets extracted from the individual soldier's food, and then quickly cut a few slices of onions and potatoes with the knife he carried with him and threw them into the pot. His movements were quick and orderly.

Soon, the inside and outside of the tent were surrounded by an aroma that was a mixture of the rich flavor of meat and the fresh scent of vegetables. This aroma seemed to have a magical power that not only aroused everyone's appetite, but also relaxed their tense nerves a little.

The aroma made everyone suddenly feel very hungry, and they all gathered around the cook, holding their rice bowls and waiting for the meal to be served.

At this moment, two Hummers suddenly arrived and drove up to the tent and stopped.

The dust kicked up by the wheels flew over, covering the few people in dust.

"Sokka!"

The cook waved a spoon in the air towards the Hummer and shouted angrily to express his dissatisfaction.

"Where did this idiot come from! Can't you see I'm cooking?!"

The door of the Hummer opened, and six fully armed bearded American soldiers got out of the car. They glanced at Song Heping and the others, ignored the cook's anger, picked up their backpacks and walked straight into the C6 tent.

Song Heping looked at the combat equipment of the people in front of him.

MICH tactical helmet, ACU camouflage, MK18 assault rifle and MK-48 light machine gun, Navy version CIRAS tactical vest, "Jack the Pirate" and American flag armbands...

After seeing the "Jack the Pirate" armband, Song Heping immediately realized that the arrogant guys in front of him were the Navy SEALs who would be working with his defense company to carry out the Mosul hunting mission...

　Please give me a monthly ticket! Please give me a monthly ticket! ! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)