Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 188: The Olive Branch from the Navy SEALs

The person who suddenly appeared was Mist, the deputy captain of the SEAL team and the acting captain.

"Song, what are you doing here alone?"

On the evening of the fourth day, when Song Heping was sitting at the door of the tent looking at the sky and thinking about how to break the deadlock, Mist suddenly appeared behind him.

"sit down."

Song Heping had a good impression of Mist, at least he was not as arrogant as Vincent, so he politely asked him to sit down.

It can be seen that Mist is in a bad mood.

The entire Mosul operation lasted seven days.

Five days have passed now.

But the SEALs didn't seem to be making any further progress.

The top sniper they call the "Mosul Death God" has not appeared in recent days.

The progress of the Scimitar Battalion and the Warrior Battalion was also carried out step by step. The setbacks in the first two days had caused the troops to lose morale. The resistance in these days was not as strong as on the first day, and their advancement speed slowed down instead.

So far, the Warrior Battalion's clearing mission has not met expectations at all. Although Song Heping has not received the combat report, a rough estimate shows that it has not even achieved half of the goal.

The soldiers worked like clocking in and out, starting work in the morning, packing up at a set time, and all withdrawing from Mosul in the evening.

Major Lonnie has been cautious these days like a mature turtle. He will never go forward to command until he is sure it is safe, and he will never step out of the car even if he goes forward to command. He looks like he is going to kill me by shooting through the armored vehicle with a sniper rifle.

Of course, not everyone shares Major Lonnie's sentiments.

Song Heping only took one look at Mist and guessed about 80% of what was going on - he was coming to discuss cooperation with him.

"Want a can?"

Song Heping picked up the Coke from the bucket at his feet and handed it over.

Mist thought about it and finally took the call.

He opened the can, took two sips, opened his mouth, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Song Heping did not take the initiative to break the silence. Since you don’t say anything, I won’t ask. Let’s drink Coke together.

"what……"

Mist smiled and nodded.

"There are still two days until the end of the operation."

"Yes." Song Heping smiled secretly in his heart and replied with two words, then kept silent again.

Mist quickly finished a can of Coke.

Song Heping handed over another can.

He opened it again and continued drinking.

Song Heping thought, just hold it in, let’s see how many bottles of Coke you can drink without saying anything.

The two continued to drink Coke in silence.

Finally, after finishing the second can of Coke, Mist couldn't help it anymore.

"Song, I heard that you've been thinking about tactics to deal with the 'Hunter' recently?"

"Really?" Song Heping glanced at Mist and asked with a smile, "How did you know?"

"My people say you're out there every day drawing maps, like a map of Mosul," Mister said.

Song Heping said: "I drew it for fun."

Mist didn't expect Song Heping to say that, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue the conversation.

Seeing his embarrassment, Song Heping added, "I was just kidding. Yes, I was drawing a map of Mosul."

Mist said, "I've asked around, and I heard you're a master tactician."

Song Heping said with a hint of sarcasm: "It's all rumors. If we are really that powerful, how could you seals look down on us?"

Mist knew that Song Heping was still brooding over what happened before.
Vincent, in particular, deliberately changed the code name of the "Musician" team to the "Nanny" team.

This is blatant humiliation.

"Okay..." Mist knew that if he didn't show some sincerity today, the relationship between them would not change. There were still two days left, and he had to find a breakthrough, otherwise this mission would bring shame to the Navy SEALs.

If they can't even deal with a sniper from a resistance organization, let alone the world's top special forces.

"I apologize to you for what happened earlier."

Seeing that Mist's attitude was quite sincere, Song Heping didn't embarrass him and said frankly, "I wanted to help you, but Captain Vincent seems to have a prejudice against us. In that case, I won't intervene."

He paused briefly before continuing, "You're right, I'm indeed developing a battle plan against the Hunters, but I need a lot of intelligence. I've requested this from Major Lonnie, but he refused to provide it, so I've had no choice but to give up on the idea. You all think you're so powerful, so go ahead and do it. I won't get involved. Even if we don't get paid for the mission, it's only $1 million. I currently have long-term contracts with two major oil fields in Irigo, so I don't have to rely on that million to support my staff."

He deliberately concealed the importance of this contract to the defense of "Musician". In order to get Mist and others to cooperate fully, he had to show the proper attitude - it is you who cares, not us.

"What information do you need?"

Mist was very tempted after hearing this. It had been several days, and he had racked his brains to come up with no good ideas to deal with the situation. The operation would be over in two days, which meant that his team would gain nothing at the cost of one death and one injury.

He couldn't accept such an ending.

"I'm not in a hurry now. Go ask Lonnie. He'll tell you everything. I went to him to apply for it, but he didn't give it to me." Song Heping said, "If you want it now, he has to deliver it to you personally. Otherwise, I don't care. I can go back to Bakda and enjoy it in two days."

"Have him deliver it to you personally?"

Mist was also in a dilemma.

He himself was only a second lieutenant.

Although they belong to the Navy SEALs, and seem to be of a higher rank, the Warrior Battalion is under the Army.

He was from the Special Operations Command and had no authority to order Major Lonnie to do anything.

"Yes." Song Heping was not vague at all: "If he doesn't deliver it to me personally, I won't tell you my plan."

"Is your plan so magical?"

Mist was testing Song Heping's attitude.

He was actually quite conflicted.

He really did inquire about Song Heping's background.

This newly emerged defense company has been gaining momentum recently, especially the company owner Song Heping himself, who is already well-known in the mercenary circle of Bakda. He is said to be a tactical master who is best at raiding people's lairs.

All the contracts the company has taken on since its establishment have achieved amazing results despite having a bad hand.

The current situation in Mosul is that the enemy cannot be found. Although the coalition forces participating in the Mosul operation are strong in men and horses and have an advantage in equipment, it is like fighting a ghost. They can hardly even see the enemy a few times, and their punches are all hitting the air.

"A fortune teller can deceive you for eight or ten years, but I can't deceive you for a few days. You'll understand whether it works or not after you get the intelligence and look at my plan."

Song Heping still looked like he was trying to sell something at a high price, and he kept Mister, who was already like an ant on the hot pan, under his control.

"it is good!"

Mist gritted his teeth and said, "I will be responsible for reporting to the superiors and requesting their orders. I will have the operations command put pressure on Lonnie and make him give you the information you need!"

He looked very serious, and Song Heping also felt it.

"Okay, it's a deal. You help me get the report, and I'll help you solve the problem."

Although Mist is from the Special Operations Command, the purpose of this Mosul operation is to solve the problem of sniper organizations in the city.

In the past few days, the various coalition forces besieging Mosul have encountered the same problem as the Warrior Battalion. They simply cannot find the enemy and often encounter ambushes by suicide squads during their advance. Although they can repel the enemy most of the time, many people have died from sniper guns.

The situation of one death and one injury in Vincent's team was not an isolated case among several other SEAL teams. Mist learned from his colleagues in other teams that they were also attacked by a mysterious sniper from more than a thousand meters away, with some dead and some injured.

So not only Mist was anxious, but the Special Operations Command was also anxious.

The failure of the Mosul operation is unacceptable to them.

After Mist left, Song Heping sat outside the tent and continued to drink his Coke and count his stars.

This matter will have a result sooner or later.

If Mist can't get the combat summary of the past few days, then I should give up. Some things cannot be done just because I want to do them. I have to rely on luck occasionally.

But soon Song Heping discovered that he was lucky.

Because he saw Lonnie and Mist walking towards the tent together.

"Song, the intelligence you need has been approved by the Operations Command."

Mist was very excited and quickly told Song Heping the good news.

However, Lonnie, standing by, looked unhappy and said reluctantly, "Don't you want the battle summary? You can read it, but you have to read it at the battalion headquarters and you can't leave."

Seeing that Longni was still a little arrogant, Song Heping sneered in his heart.

Even in this situation, why are you still putting on airs?
"Major Lonnie, you should act like you're asking for help. If you had your own solution, you wouldn't have to come to me for help, right? I'm a mercenary, so it doesn't matter. But you just took over the command of the Warrior Battalion and are currently only the acting commander. Don't you really want to be promoted?"

Lonnie's expression changed slightly.

In fact, Song Heping directly hit his sore spot.

As a temporary wartime commander, if this battle is fought successfully, he will definitely be promoted to a full-time position.

If this Mosul operation goes wrong, the superiors will definitely be angry, and not only will I not be able to get a permanent position, it will also be a question whether I can continue to hold this position as deputy battalion commander for a long time.

He had just been scolded by Brigadier General York, the operations commander, over the phone. The spit was still wet on his face, and if he continued to act arrogantly, it would seem that his future would be in jeopardy.

Luckily, Lonnie wasn't an idiot. After all, he had been an officer for many years and knew when to bow his head. So, he changed his tone and explained politely, "Song, the combat summary involves operational secrets. This is a rule. I didn't mean to embarrass you..."

Mister on the side also helped out, "Song, this is true. Major Lonnie did not lie."

Song Heping felt that he had pretended enough.

Continuing the confrontation will be disadvantageous to no one.

The reason why he ridiculed Lonnie like this was just to vent his anger.

Since a major is willing to stand in front of me and explain respectfully like a grandson, I should just let it go.

"Ok."

Song Heping finally stood up.

He walked up to Lonnie and said carefully, "I don't just want the Warrior Battalion's combat summary from the past few days. I want the summary of all the troops involved in this operation. Are you sure you have it?"

"Don't worry." Lonnie said confidently, "Second Lieutenant Mist just explained it to me very clearly. I have applied for all the information you requested and have it printed out. We should be able to see it when we return to battalion headquarters."

"That's good, I'll go get something first."

Song Heping turned and walked into the tent. After a while, he came out with his laptop and manuscript.

"Let's go to the battalion headquarters and look at the information. I'll give you a battle plan tonight. It's guaranteed to be effective!"

After saying that, he left Mist and the other two and strode towards the camp headquarters.

Major Lonnie's brows knitted together. He looked at Song Heping's back and asked Mist with a puzzled look on his face, "Do you think this guy is reliable?"

Mist remembered what Song Heping had said before, and repeated it to Major Lonnie: "A fortune teller can deceive you for eight or ten years, but you can tell in just one or two hours whether he has deceived you or not."

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