Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 189 Crossover Law

Song Heping arrived at the battalion headquarters and sat down carelessly in the chair that originally belonged to Major Lonnie.

"Major, do you mind if I borrow your desk?"

Lonnie's expression was as if he had eaten shit, disgusted but unable to admit it: "I don't mind."

Song Heping put the laptop away, plugged it in, and asked, "Where are the files?"

Lonnie called the orderly: "Have all the information been printed out?"

The orderly nodded. "I've printed it out. It's quite a lot... Can you bring them all here, Major?"

Lonnie said, "Of course, bring them all, quick!"

The reason why he was so anxious to hand the information to Song Heping was not because he wanted to cooperate well, but because he knew that there were a lot of summaries.

The orderly quickly brought a large pile of information from next door.

"Major, where is it?"

"Give it all to him!"

Lonnie pointed at Song Heping.

The orderly held up a thick stack of documents and placed them heavily in front of Song Heping. "These are the battle summaries of the coalition forces' clearing forces in various areas over the past five days. Take your time to read them."

Mist glanced at the information and couldn't help but worry that it would be dawn by the time he finished reading all this.
He looked at his watch.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening.

"Song, do you want me to help you look at it?"

Hearing that Mister wanted to help, Song Heping smiled and said, "No need, you can't help me, I have to do this myself."

After saying that, he pulled out a document from the top, opened it and quickly browsed through it, then began to flip through the pages. When he found an important record, he stopped and looked at it again. Then he picked up a pen and ruler and drew a line on his notebook.

Seeing this, Longni sneered and said, "Just wait and see. I'll find a place to wait. Call me when you're ready."

Without waiting for Song Heping and the others to answer, he went straight out.

Mist was a little annoyed.

Ronnie acted so indifferent, as if this action was his own business and had nothing to do with him.

He had seen such officers in the army quite a lot.

There's just nothing I can do about it.

"Don't you want to find a place to wait?" Song Heping looked up and saw Mist was still there, and couldn't help asking.

Mist shook his head: "I'll wait here. If you need any help, just call me."

Song Heping smiled.

Finally saw a normal American military officer.

He quickly got back into work mode.

Mist watched Song Heping work from the side.

He felt a little strange. Song Heping flipped through the documents very quickly. He knew exactly what he wanted and could quickly find the key information he wanted in the combat report. Then he kept operating on his notebook and computer.

It seems that the legend that this mercenary leader from China is proficient in tactical design is not groundless, and it can almost be concluded that it is absolutely true.

He couldn't help but stand up and walk to Song Heping's side, looking at his notebook and computer screen.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

There was a very beautiful map drawn on the manuscript, and there was also an electronic map in the computer, which looked like a map of some kind of pipeline laying.

After looking at the terrain, his eyes suddenly lit up.

That is a map of Mosul's underground pipeline network.

"What does he want these for? Could it be..."

Mist seemed to have realized something and was as excited as if he had discovered a new world.

There has long been intelligence that armed resistance groups in Mosul have built underground fortifications in the city, but no one knows the exact location.

The CIA also sent people in to investigate.

But all the people who inquired were dead.

No one gets out alive.

So no one knows the exact location of the underground fortifications.

Could it be that the "Hunter" organization is hiding in the city's pipes and sewers?
Soon, Mist rejected his idea again.

Mosul is not a place with abundant rainfall, so the underground pipeline network here is not large, and the pipes are not as spacious as those in the United States.

It's unlikely that they could hide using the pipe network...

Unless it is transformed...

"You think they're hiding in the pipe network?"

Although he knew it was impolite to interrupt others' work, Mist couldn't help but ask.

As expected, Song Heping ignored him, just said "hmm" and continued working.

Mist felt that he was asking for trouble and could only return to his seat and continue waiting.

But I kept guessing in my heart.

What does "hmm" mean?

Yes or no?

Time passes minute by minute.

In the blink of an eye, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Mist couldn't help but yawn. He stood up and stretched, walked to the door of the camp tent, and watched people coming in and out of the restaurant door not far away.

At this time, the sentries responsible for night guard began to change shifts, and the soldiers who were off duty came to have a midnight snack.

Looking back at Song Heping, he was still working hard.

He couldn't help but admire her.

This is what we call professional ethics! "Song, do you want me to buy you some midnight snacks?"

"coffee."

Song Heping didn't even raise his head and spoke sparingly with his words.

Mist didn't dare to disturb them, so he went to the restaurant and bought two large cups of coffee and two hamburgers.

When he returned to the camp tent, he saw Song Heping already sitting in a chair and stretching. All the information on the table seemed to have been moved, and it seemed that he had finished reading it all.

"nailed it!"

"nailed it?!"

Mist went over to put down the coffee, walked behind the table, and his eyes fell on Song Heping's laptop.

Song Heping has drawn many lines of various colors on the pipeline network diagram above, which are so dense that they look like a spider web.

"What is this? That's it?"

Mist didn't understand.

Song Heping picked up his coffee and drank it while asking, "Can't you tell what I marked it as?"

Mist clicked the mouse to enlarge the picture.

He saw that the lines seemed to be connected to points, and those points were marked with X-shaped icons in various colors. There was an Arabic numeral suffix after each point, some were 1, some were 2, and some were 5, all different.

It was obviously a point of exchange of fire.

Each firing point is connected by lines of different colors. Dozens of lines intersect with each other, which looks very irregular. There is no clue and there seems to be no pattern.

"Are these all points of firefighting?"

"Correct."

Song Heping asked him, "Have you heard of the cross method?"

"What cross method?" Mist was stunned.

Song Heping said, "You haven't learned map work and tactical cartography? You don't even know the intersection method?"

Mist blushed and said, "I've learned it, but I've never heard of the crossover method."

Song Heping said, "These are the locations where all Hunter-Killer snipers have appeared in the past five days. They were marked based on the post-battle reports of all participating troops. Look at these points—"

Song Heping pointed to a few blue X1 dots and said, "These are the sniper spots used by the snipers we encountered on the first day. Do you see anything?"

There were three points where the enemy sniped during the operation the day before.

One of them shot Raul dead as soon as he entered the small square.

Another is the point where Chris fights back, shooting and killing a sniper.

Another one is that at point E, a mysterious sniper killed Lieutenant Colonel Mansde who got out of the car.

Song Heping connected these points with lines.

"The direction they retreated?" Mist was not stupid and figured it out.

Song Heping said, "That's right. Mosul is so big, it's difficult to find a few or even dozens of snipers in it. But their activities must be regular. Assuming their headquarters is somewhere in the city, then when the battle starts in the morning, the first sniper point they set up for ambush will activate the second sniper point after completing the mission. They will retreat to the second point to ambush and wait for the target to appear..."

"A good sniper will always prepare a plan before an operation. This plan includes sniping points, backup points, evacuation routes, emergency retreat plans, and so on. In critical situations, they will retreat urgently, in which case they will often only use one or two points. However, if their sniping mission goes smoothly that day, they will use multiple pre-planned sniping points and systematically snipe at the advancing coalition forces in the city, delaying their movement and destroying their morale."

"So, by connecting these dots, we can see their general direction and route of retreat. There's more than one 'Hunter'; there are dozens of them, divided into numerous groups, carrying out sniper missions in different parts of the city. But no matter how they change their positions, the retreat routes they planned the night before are basically the same, and in the end, they all retreat to their hiding places..."

As he spoke, Song Heping picked up the pen on the table and kept drawing the pen tip across the lines.

"As long as we extend these lines and intersect the retreat directions of several or even dozens of sniper teams, we will find—"

He drew a circle where all the lines met.

"They all return to roughly the same area, almost precisely to the same small neighborhood, right here, the Rahim neighborhood."

Mist's eyes slowly lit up like a lamp in the darkness.

He picked up Song Heping's manuscript and read it again and again, then stared at the map on the laptop screen and read it again and again.

"Wonderful! So wonderful!"

"Isn't it wonderful?" Song Heping laughed: "Don't you Navy SEALs really understand this? You haven't seen the world..."

As he spoke, Song Heping held the mouse and drew a small circle somewhere in the Rahim neighborhood.

"See here? There's an entrance to a drainage canal, and it's where all the pipes in Mosul converge, so it's very spacious. It leads to a huge underground reservoir. Because there's a water shortage here, I've read relevant information. The original design was to collect rainwater when it rains and store a certain amount of fresh water for use during the dry season. That's why the underground reservoir is empty during the dry season. If it were converted into an underground facility, wouldn't it save a lot of effort? Even if it were used directly, it could still hide a lot of people."

clap clap-

Mist couldn't help but clap his hands a few times and gave a thumbs up.

"Song, I'm convinced by you. I believe your inference is correct! I will report this to my superiors immediately."

"What the hell are you talking about? What's your rush?" Song Heping stopped the excited Mist. "Do you think you can kill them just because you're sure they're here? So far, I've read all the reports, and no one has ever entered this area. You can't even push as far as Rahim Street. What are you so happy about? Why don't you try to lead your men in now and see if you can make it there alive?"

"right……"

Mist's face darkened.

He had to face this fact.

In the past five days, no clearing force from any direction has been able to advance to Rahim Street near the city center.

Even if you know where they are, what can you do?
"I think we can mobilize the Air Force and use the GBU-57 Massive Ordnance Penetrator to deal with them and wipe out all these snipers!"

The GBU-57 massive bunker buster can penetrate 60 meters of concrete and is very effective against targets hiding in underground bunkers.

"No."

Song Heping rejected Mist's idea.

"Why not?" Mist said, "Even if we don't know exactly where the entrance and bunker are, the worst that can happen is we can just drop a few more missiles."

Song Heping glanced at Mist with disdain: "You guys really don't care about civilian casualties? In your eyes, civilians are not human beings? Don't you have any idea how powerful that thing is? You just surrender when I say so?"

This retort left Mist speechless.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)