Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 178 The boss is so awesome!
Song Heping finally had a clear view of the structure inside.

It is absolutely impossible to attack from the main gate.

The place is too narrow, with long corridors and narrow stairs. Even if you rush in with a bulletproof shield, it won't work. If someone throws a grenade, you'll be killed.

He glanced at the situation on the road.

The bodies of several Iriguchi soldiers lay on the street.

The exchange of fire continues.

The hunters and queens in the direction of the small square were providing fire support.

It was fortunate that they were there, otherwise the militants in the building would have jumped out and fired without restraint.

Looking at Vincent again, Song Heping was so angry that he almost wanted to shoot him!
This guy actually left with tanks and Humvees!

Keep moving forward!

He doesn't care about the situation here at all.

All he had eyes for was the "Hunter" sniper a thousand meters away!

"This idiot!"

Song Heping was furious.

He rarely loses his temper.

But it was obvious that Vincent's approach was completely different from his own.

Vincent is the type of person who thinks that everyone except himself and his teammates is not a human being, but an expendable asset.

Even if he left a Hummer here as firepower support, it would not make things so difficult for himself and the chef.

Now only a few Irigo soldiers and cooks from the Scimitar Battalion are left here to clean up the mess, and Vincent and the others have effectively abandoned them and run away!
Madfak!

Remember this account!
Song Heping muttered to himself.

According to the current comparison of troop strength, our side is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers.

It would be fine if I were on the defensive side, but the problem is that I am still on the offensive side!
This is really terrible!

But it is not possible to retreat at this time.

Withdrawing is equivalent to selling out Vincent and the others.

Although Vincent is arrogant and unpleasant, I have signed a contract after all, so I should have some professional ethics, right?
Therefore, we have to take these buildings and establish support points to ensure the safety of Vincent's team moving forward.

"Sang! You were kicked out too!"

The cook who was hiding by the wall across the street saw Song Heping running out of the building with a dusty face and squatted there and burst into laughter.

This guy can make jokes at any time.

The Russians are so bold!
"You're still laughing!? If we can't get in, we're all doomed!"

Song Heping patted the dust off his head and looked up at the buildings around him.

This area is a bit like the urban villages in China, with very small distances between buildings.

The most fatal thing about this kind of building complex is that they are interconnected. The militants have been entrenched here for a long time and are definitely more familiar with the terrain than us. They may even have planned how to use the buildings to annihilate the invading enemies.

Every second of delay increases the danger.

Because you have no way of predicting where a gun might pop out from among so many windows and so many buildings and shoot you down.

"We can't drag this out any longer..."

The more Song Heping thought about it, the more worried he became.

He looked around.

An alley next to it caught his attention.

So he walked down the alley.

The cook opposite yelled, "Sang, what are you doing?"

"Guard their door, don't let them rush out!"

"no problem!"

Although the cook didn't know what Song Heping was going to do.

But he did it anyway.

Song Heping raised his gun and moved forward slowly.

The alley is about ten meters long.

At the end, there is a side alley in front.

It's only two meters wide, very narrow.

Song Heping hid in the corner and carefully observed the surrounding buildings.

The buildings here are much shorter than the previous row of buildings controlled by terrorists, and most of them are only two or three stories high.

I guess there are no terrorists in this row of buildings.

After all, everyone likes to occupy the commanding heights.

Song Heping turned to Samir who was following behind him and said, "Samir, I'll give you a task. Just cover me downstairs and see if there's anyone around. If there is, kill him."

"Boss, what are you doing?" Samir obviously didn't understand.

"I want to climb up."

Song Heping pointed to the building next to him.

"Huh?" Samir looked up at the house. "How do I climb up?"

Song Heping was too lazy to explain to him, and he didn't have time to explain: "Come, you stay here."

He called Samir over and made room in the corner.

"This position controls the front and back alleys. You're here. If you see anyone who's not ours, just one word—kill! Don't hesitate! Understand?"

After saying that, he reached out and patted Samir's face, as if he was teaching a new recruit.

Although Samir had received training in the ISF special forces before, he had never seen such a situation, but at least he had some technical and tactical experience.

Song Heping thought that if he let him guard this place, he should be able to do it.

"Okay, boss..."

Samir could only nod.

He could never predict Song Heping's thinking. This boss gave him too many surprises.

Follow him and you will get rich.

But it’s also very annoying!
Song Heping threw the MK18 assault rifle onto his back, then jumped up and grabbed the eaves above the first-floor window. With a force of both hands, he quickly climbed up.

Then he looked upwards, found a new fulcrum, and reached out to grab a raised concrete windowsill on the second floor below.

The windowsill actually only protruded about ten centimeters, but Song Heping climbed up like a monkey!

"Oh God..."

Samir couldn't help but exclaim when he saw all this.

Does this work?
Song Heping climbed up all the way, while Samir stood nervously in the corner, carefully monitoring everything around him like a lookout.

The gunfire continued.

On the street outside, the cook and his men were still exchanging fire with the militants in the building.

They had no way of getting into the building.

Now Samir understood why Mosul was so difficult to capture.

Once in the city, it is difficult for tanks to be deployed.

The heavy machine gun on the Humvee has a limited upward firing angle, and although the 12.7 caliber bullets can penetrate some thinner walls, they cannot demolish buildings.

As long as they hide in the building, the militants have too many ways to deal with the people downstairs.

They don't even need to fire a gun, just throwing a grenade down is enough to kill the people below.

If you try to force your way in, you'll risk your life.

Although the casualty figures announced by the US military are only over 200, in fact the casualty figures of the ICDC Civil Defense Force are estimated to be several times or even ten times higher, but they have not been announced.

In a blink of an eye, when Samir looked up to find Song Heping again, he found that he was hanging under the platform on the fifth floor.

Sammy's hair stood on end.

It’s so damn dangerous.

If you make a mistake and fall, you will die.

What's more, if we were discovered by the militants inside at this time, we would be dead.

He quickly retreated slowly with his gun in hand, looking for the best angle of cover.

Although it is impossible to take complete care of Song Heping, at least we can share some of the risk.

The cook seemed to have seen Song Heping climbing the building across the street. He was also shocked and asked in the tactical channel: "Suka! Is Song Heping crazy?"

Of course Song Heping couldn't answer him.

Now he no longer has the time or energy to answer anyone.

This is a critical moment.

A single mistake will bring eternal regret.

It has to be said that climbing with bare hands is very physically demanding and is a test for muscles all over the body.

Hands, waist, and feet.

Every detail must be coordinated and the force must be exerted precisely.

At this point, he was only one step away from success.

But the last step is the most dangerous.

There must be an enemy on the roof. The location where he climbed was at the left rear of the building.

Generally speaking, militants will be concentrated on that side of the road, and there probably won't be too many people on the left rear side.

Just give yourself three seconds.

Three seconds.

No one noticed me within three seconds after I climbed up.

That would definitely kill the militants on the roof.

Now Song Heping is gambling on time.

There is another point that he is most afraid of and the most unable to estimate.

It’s the building next to me, are there any militants on the roof?

damn it!
do not care!
In fact, the best way is to call the Air Force and send Apaches to assist in the attack.

It’s a pity that mercenaries have no human rights.

Especially Lieutenant Colonel Mendes, if he was asked to send a helicopter to help, would he listen to a mercenary leader like him?

Even if I could convince him, it would probably take a lot of time.

By the time the Apache arrives, all of them will be finished.

Song Heping gritted his teeth and said "Let's fight" in his heart. He swung his body and hooked his feet on the edge of the concrete guardrail on the roof.

As he climbed up, his hand had already pulled out the pistol from his right waist.

Glock 17.

Enough bullets.

He has already abandoned his previous Beretta 92F.

It’s not that Beretta is not as good as Glock, but that Glock has a larger ammunition capacity.

Sometimes, a few more bullets can save a life.

Just after climbing over the fence, Song Heping saw a face.

The face was less than a meter away from him.

That's right.

There was an armed man squatting next to the concrete fence.

Nima!

I am!

Tens of thousands of alpaca rushed through Song Heping's mind like a hurricane.

The other party was also confused.

He couldn't understand why, while he was loading bullets for his accomplice, someone suddenly appeared in front of him?

There are no stairs over there, it's a vertical wall.

Who is the other party?

How did he get up here?
The militants' heads were full of question marks.

The magazine and bullets in his hands froze in the air, as if they had been acupunctured.

Just this moment of distraction, this guy's fate was already determined.

Song Heping fired his Glock pistol almost at his forehead.

bah—

The bullet penetrated the brain.

The distance was so close that Song Heping could even hear the sound of the bullet breaking bones.

There were two more militants standing behind the concrete fence on the road side.

The two men fired at the other side of the road, sometimes standing up, sometimes squatting, fighting happily.

Fortunately, the gunshots everywhere had completely disrupted their hearing and covered up the sound of the Glock 17 shooting just now.

They didn't even notice that Song Heping had appeared behind them.

One of the militants even put down his assault rifle and picked up an RPG rocket launcher next to him, apparently wanting to let the chefs downstairs taste the technological iron fist of the former Soviet socialism.

Song Heping quickly raised his hand and shot him.

The bullet hit the other person's back.

He turned around with difficulty, trying to find out where the bullet came from.

In a flash, Song Heping felt a gunshot behind him, and it seemed that something pushed him hard, and he fell directly from the fence to the ground.

"Oops!"

Song Heping realized that there must be enemies in the building behind him.

Shot himself in the back.

He didn't bother to check his injuries and shot another militant twice.

As soon as this guy turned around and saw Song Heping, he was shot twice in the chest.

Both militants were not killed.

He sat leaning against the concrete fence, his hands still twitching, struggling to reach for his gun.

Song Heping also felt pain in his back at this time, but he gritted his teeth and endured it before raising his hand and firing quickly.

bang bang——

bang bang——

bang bang——

After the fight, Song Heping put the pistol back into the quick-draw holster and replaced it with an MK18 assault rifle.

He originally wanted to estimate the position of the militants on the next floor, raise his gun and shoot them with a soul shot.

But he didn't expect that before he could raise his gun, two grenades flew over and landed on the roof.

"Fuck me!"

Song Heping's soul has been shed.

These grandchildren!

Cruel enough!
He didn't have time to think too much.

He had less than three seconds to react.

The entrance to the rooftop was five meters away from him.

There would definitely be no time to get in and run down the stairs.

The grenade fell between the rooftop entrance and himself, about four meters away. Running towards the entrance was definitely not a wise choice.

It is also dangerous to stand up. The militants in the next building might be waiting for you with guns drawn.

Samir downstairs couldn't help himself either.

He was standing downstairs and couldn't see what was happening on the roof at all. It was a blind spot.

At the critical moment, the battlefield reaction and wit of the top special forces members played a life-saving role.

In just a few tenths of a second, Song Heping had made his choice.

He grabbed the body of the militant on the ground who had been shot in the head by him and used it to block himself. Then he leaned against the edge of the concrete fence, curled up as much as possible, and used the body as a cover.

boom--

boom--

Two explosions in succession.

Two black clouds rose from the roof.

Samir downstairs was so anxious that he was going crazy, like an ant on a hot pan.

"Boss! Boss!"

He held the gun and fired randomly at the roof of the next building.

However, this shooting was completely non-threatening and achieved nothing except knocking down some concrete fragments.

On the contrary...

He was rewarded.

Ok……

Because the militants on the roof of the building next door obviously knew that there were people in the alley below, they simply threw two more grenades down, which landed in the alley.

Samir was so scared that his soul left his body. He ran around the corner faster than he had ever run in his life.

boom--

boom--

After the grenade exploded in the alley, the blast swept garbage fragments and dust out of the alley.

Samir, hiding behind the house, was sweating profusely.

Fortunately, the boss had just asked me to stand against the corner for cover. If I had been in the middle of the alley, I would have been doomed.

"boss!"

He started calling Song Heping frantically again on the communication channel.

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