Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 173 The first day of the operation

"What do you mean?!"

The cook was the first one who couldn't help it.

"Which position are we responsible for during the operation?"

He still wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Vincent maintained that contemptuous smile on his face, as if he were looking at a child asking for candy from an adult. "Just be responsible for protecting our safety from the outside. As long as we're safe, you won't have to worry about failing to fulfill your contract."

His implication was very clear.

The mercenaries in front of them were not qualified to participate in their core battle.

The task of eliminating the "hunters" can be done by the seals.

Song Heping and his team only need to follow and they will get paid.

The cook was about to get angry, but Song Heping gave him a look and told him not to get angry.

Then he turned to Vincent and said, "Thank you, Lieutenant. We will not interfere with your hunting. I wish you good luck."

"Don't worry," Vincent replied confidently. "This battle will be over soon. Previously, the Hunters only targeted ordinary troops. They won't be so lucky this time. We'll show them what a true sniper is."

"Good good."

Song Heping took the initiative to applaud and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

After the meeting, everyone began to prepare weapons, ammunition and supplies for tomorrow's operation.

Whenever a combat mission is to be carried out, the gun must be cleaned and the ammunition checked the night before, and food and water must be prepared.

The two groups of people living in the same big tent couldn't pee in the same pot, so when they were cleaning their guns, they sat in a circle, had no communication with each other, and just did their own thing.

"Sang, why didn't you let me get angry just now?"

The cook glanced towards the SEALs with a look of disdain on his face.

Song Heping said, "They asked you to follow them and pick up the money. It's not dangerous, but you're still unwilling to do it?"

Gray Wolf agreed with Song Heping's statement: "Chef, Sang is right. They asked us to take charge of the perimeter and act as their security. So, let's do it. That's great. Let's just watch them perform. You know what? If this thing really works out, we don't have to do anything, and we can pick up a million for free!"

"That's right!" White Bear agreed. "I think it's great. It's better than being their bait!"

The hunter said, "They probably don't need us as bait anymore. The Army, Marines, and Airborne are leading the cleanup now. I think the SEALs are planning to follow behind these ground troops and wait for the Hunter-Killers to appear before tracking them down, providing cover for the ground troops to clear the city."

"That's great!" Gray Wolf said, "We won't lose anything anyway. According to Vincent, our deployment position is the safest, outside the seal area, to serve as a guard for them."

The cook turned to look at Song Heping: "Sang, what do you think?"

Song Heping was lost in thought. When the cook asked him this, he nodded as if awakening from a dream. "That's what I thought too. You're all right."

The cook said, "What are you thinking about? I see you are very worried."

Song Heping picked up a brush and poked it into the barrel of the MK18 to clean the rifling. He said, "Have you ever thought about who your opponent is?"

This sentence made everyone present look at each other in confusion, and for a moment they didn't know what Song Heping was going to say.

"Hunter."

Samir couldn't help but say, "It's an organization composed of elite suicide squad members from the former Shadamu Guards."

Song Heping shook his head: "You missed the point."

Samir was confused and looked at the others, hoping for another answer.

The hunter said, "You mean, the opponent is a sniper?"

This time, Song Heping nodded. "He's not just any sniper. If the information provided by the military is correct, he's a sniper who can kill the enemy at a distance of 1,200 meters using an SVD sniper rifle."

Having said this, he glanced at everyone present and said, "I've asked you before, is there anyone on our team who can do this?"

This time everyone shook their heads.

After all, SVD is an old gun. When it was first designed, it just met the passing line of sniper rifles, with an accuracy of about 1 minute of arc at meters.

Not to mention using it to shoot a target 1000 meters away, being able to hit a human body at a distance of 800 meters already makes you an excellent sniper.

Being able to reach a sniping distance of 1200 meters, it is definitely a monster among monsters.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Song Heping continued, "Do you think a sniper like this is so easy to deal with? Sniping is all about the effect of killing from a distance. Whoever can hit farther and more accurately wins. Drones in the sky have no way of detecting enemies inside buildings. Cities are not the wilderness, so they are not that easy to deal with."

The cook glanced at the seals and whispered to Song Heping, "You mean, they can't handle it?"

Song Heping said, "It depends on their tactics, but if they follow Vincent's advice and advance piece by piece, waiting for the enemy to appear before pursuing them, I can basically judge that they will not be able to handle it."

The hunter was a little confused: "Boss, they are Navy SEALs. Everyone has rich combat experience. How could they not have thought of this problem?"

"I figured it out." Song Heping said: "You see, they also carry long-range sniper rifles, but their combat thinking is wrong."

The hunter himself is a sniper. When talking about his profession, he immediately became interested: "Boss, it seems that you also studied sniping?"

Song Heping said modestly: "I understand a little bit... I understand a little bit..."

The hunter asked, "Then tell me, why is their combat thinking wrong?"

Song Heping said, "The piecemeal approach is to break the attack area into small pieces and clear them one by one. This approach has been somewhat effective in urban warfare, but after reading the information, I don't think it's right. If this approach worked, Mosul would have been taken long ago, right? Why haven't the US military dared to station troops in the city for several months?"

"The armed groups in the city are using a combination of harassment, guerrilla warfare, and underground warfare. They won't fight you to the death. How are you going to fight them? They'll let you in, then shoot you from a distance while you're searching each house, and then run away. It'll take time to find the enemy sniper, right? And by the time you find him, he'll have run away. What are you going to do?"

"Makes sense!"

The hunter was quite impressed by Song Heping's analysis.

Song Heping's tactical judgments have always been extremely accurate.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is at the level of a tactical master.

The cook touched his stubble and thought for a long time. He had to admit that what Song Heping said made sense.

If I were the US military commander, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. "According to you, does that mean Mosul is unconquerable?"

"That's not the case," Song Heping said. "There are many ways to capture it, such as completely sealing off Mosul so that not a single bullet can enter. One day, the ammunition inside will be exhausted, but what's the point? Once those militants take off their clothes, they can directly transform into civilians. Then, we can form a new team in another city and capture it. If we don't eliminate the active forces, it will be useless."

"Another option is to flatten the city, tearing down every building without a care in the world. The problem is, with journalists from all over the world watching, would the Americans dare to do that? If they did that, they'd immediately lose their moral high ground. They came here under the pretext of liberating the people. If they did that, how could we even fight this war?"

The cook nodded silently: "It seems there is really no other way."

"That's not the case." Song Heping said with a smile: "It depends on who the person is."

The cook laughed heartily. "You're bragging again, Sang! You mean you can do it? Tell me! Let me see what clever tricks you have."

"I haven't come up with a precise plan yet, but I have a rough outline in my mind. I'll think about it over the next few days."

Song Heping deliberately whetted the cook's appetite.

He enjoys a little mischief now and then.

These Russian guys are all very impatient.

It just needs to be polished.

Otherwise something bad will happen sooner or later.

In fact, he already had a rough idea in his mind.

However, he needs more information and intelligence support.

In a situation like Mosul, the American tactic of relying on powerful firepower to push forward will not work.

He suddenly felt that the old bastard Peter actually had good vision.

I guess he saw something.

After several months of fighting, progress in Mosul has been extremely slow.

I guess the headquarters is also anxious.

The purpose of deploying so many Navy SEAL teams and elite mercenary units is definitely not to fight conventional wars, but special operations.

The problem is, looking at Vincent's arrogant face, this operation is probably going to fail.

At first, Song Heping had thought about cooperating with Vincent and giving them some useful advice.

But looking at their faces now, why bother?
It would be better to just see how these elite US special forces run into obstacles here.

Anyway, there is no rush for the $100 million.

It used to be a lot of money.

Now?

Sprinkle some water!

Time quickly came to the early morning of the next day.

Starting at around five in the morning, the troops of the Warrior Battalion began to mobilize.

Deployed here is a standard US main mechanized infantry battalion, belonging to the 1st Battalion under a regiment of the 1st Mechanized Division.

But don't underestimate a battalion. The US military's battalion-level firepower equipment is astonishing, at least it looks scary to Song Heping.

In addition to the M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicle as its main vehicle, it is also equipped with a certain number of Abrams main battle tanks, M3 cavalry fighting vehicles and 155 self-propelled howitzers. If necessary, it can also request support from the division's AH-64 Apache attack helicopters.

Judging from the firepower alone, the armed groups in Mosul are nothing but trash.

After a simple assembly, Lieutenant Colonel Manders stood in front of the team and gave a brief mobilization:

"...Soldiers, today we will enter Mosul from the east and conduct a clearing operation against the city's 5th district. The company commanders received their missions from me last night. You know your positions. Don't make any mistakes today, or I'll kick their asses, strip them of their ranks, and make them get out of my battalion! Our mission is to drive the militants out of the buildings like rats. If they surrender, we can accept it, but if they dare to resist, then we will use the guns in our hands and the cannons on the tanks to send them to see their master!"

Mendes was very emotional.

It was obvious that he was very annoyed by the artillery attack on the camp by militants last night.

It seems that this guy is full of anger today and is ready to have a big fight in the city.

At the back of the team, the SEALs did not participate in the team assembly at all. Their Humvees were parked outside the assembly area. They all leaned against the vehicles and watched from afar as Lieutenant Colonel Mendes waved his fists to motivate his soldiers, chewing gum in his mouth, looking nonchalant.

Eight o'clock.

Its daybreak.

Lieutenant Colonel Menders announced the start of the operation.

The armored vehicles roared and lined up to leave the camp.

The SEAL team's Humvee followed behind the leading A Company convoy, while Song Heping and his team's two modified off-road vehicles followed behind the SEAL team's Humvee.

"Eagle Eye Team calling the Babysitters."

"Eagle Eye Team calling the Babysitters."

Sitting in the car, Song Heping heard the call from the SEAL team leader Vincent on the radio.

They codenamed their own operation "Eagle Eye" and the mercenary team for the "Musician" defense operation "Nanny". This name was obviously intended to embarrass Song Heping and others.

"Sang, only you can tolerate these filthy pigs! If it were me, I would either give them a normal code name or forget about letting us participate in the operation."

The cook was very dissatisfied with this insulting code name.

Song Heping didn't care.

He picked up the radio and replied, "Babysitter team received, go ahead."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)