Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 197 The Big Enemy Lonnie

Brigadier General York got up very early today. For him, insomnia has become the norm in the past few months.

However, today he was in an exceptionally cheerful mood, and even the morning sunshine seemed particularly bright.

Amid the prolonged siege of Mosul, York felt immense pressure from rumors of dismissal from the Pentagon.

Although changing generals at the last minute is a taboo in military strategy, there is always a reason for the smoke. In recent days, his insomnia has become even more severe, leaving him worried about the future.

But today, everything seemed to be turning around. Last night, he received exciting news—the Hunter's lair had been completely destroyed. Even more delighted, the frontline guidance team had sent back reconnaissance photos showing a large number of armed men gathering at the explosion site.

So the two F-15 fighter jets returned again and dropped four MK82 general-purpose aerial bombs there, directly killing all the militants who were surrounding there for rescue.

According to the information sent back by the two-person team of Song Heping and Mist, the last bombing is estimated to have killed more than one hundred people.

Due to the huge power of the explosion, the scene was in a mess and no one dared to come to clean it up.

This news made Brigadier General York feel extremely relieved, as if he saw the dawn of victory.

He took a hot towel to soften his beard, applied shaving cream, and began to shave seriously.

Hearing the sizzling sound of the blade cutting through his beard, he felt happy. His skilled operation quickly wiped away the beard that hadn't been shaved for a few days. York washed his face with hot water using a towel, and looking at his clean, neat face in the mirror, he smiled with satisfaction.

"SIR!"

The divisional operations officer appeared at the bathroom door and stood at attention, reporting, "All troops have arrived at their departure positions and are ready to attack at any time!"

York looked at his watch and saw that the hour hand was just shy of 7.

He took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the tension and pressure into his lungs, and then expel them one by one.

"Very good." He looked in the mirror, solemnly put on his Kevlar helmet, adjusted the position, and put it firmly on his head.

At 7:30, residents on the outskirts of Mosul heard the rumble of tanks and armored vehicle engines. They had become accustomed to these sounds, even numb to them.

But the appearance of the coalition forces outside the city so early today still made them feel a little surprised and panicked.

Many people turned and fled for their lives, fearing that they would be caught up in this cruel war.

In the Allied Forces' command vehicle, Brigadier General York stared at the watch on his wrist.

When the second hand pointed to 12 o'clock, he picked up the radio without hesitation and gave the order in what he thought was the most manly tone: "All attacking forces, action begins!"

At the command, tanks roared towards the enemy, armored vehicles roared towards the battlefield. The mighty armored torrent slowly moved towards the city, like an unstoppable force, determined to completely destroy the enemy.

Abu had been waiting at his sniper position for nine hours.

For a sniper, this wait is not long.

The sun had risen and was scorching hot. He was completely covered in his homemade ghillie suit and was feeling extremely hot.

The sniping point he chose was under a wooden shed. Perhaps the owner wanted to plant something on the roof, but in the end he didn't plant anything.

Because everyone in this family is dead.

Abu has a good vision and there are few obstructions in his view.

The last three snipers of "Hunter" were lying in ambush in several surrounding buildings.

Today, they will give a big gift to the US military's mopping-up forces here.

Abu was targeting an intersection, which was the only way to enter the city center and to get to Rahim Street.

He chose to ambush here because he guessed that the enemy's senior officers would definitely come to the bombing site in person to show his victory and sense of accomplishment.

He gently stroked the barrel of the sniper rifle with his fingers, feeling its cool touch. This SVD sniper rifle had been modified to be even more powerful and have a longer range.

He believed that as long as the opponent's senior officers appeared, he would be able to kill them with one blow.

He waited quietly, his eyes fixed on the front. He knew that the resistance in the city today would definitely not be as fierce as in the past because some people had already withdrawn.

This was a retreat plan that had been set up long ago. As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Only by preserving the strength can we fight back.

Abu knew exactly what he would face today. The Hunters had been destroyed, and there were few snipers left in the city. Relying solely on ground-based forces using small arms and RPGs to resist the coalition's mechanized armored forces was like trying to stop an airplane, not a car. It was a complete disaster.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing. From here to the intersection, the distance was 1,600 meters.

This distance is the maximum effective range of the modified SVD sniper rifle in his hand. At this distance, he has a 95% chance of hitting the opponent's neck.

The neck is rich in blood vessels and arteries, and is also the location of the spine. If hit in this area, the person will be seriously disabled, if not killed.

He waited quietly for the target to appear, his heart full of anticipation.

While Abu was lying under the wooden shed on the roof waiting for his prey to appear, Song Heping and Mist were still hiding in the building near Rahim Street.

At this time, the US military had already begun the attack. The sound of artillery and gunfire could be faintly heard from all directions, and even the occasional shouts of militants greeting each other could be heard from downstairs and in the opposite building.

The building where he was now was like a lone boat in the raging sea. If it was exposed, it would soon be swallowed by the huge waves.

This kind of mental pressure is not small.

After all, this is a stronghold of militants, and no one knows if someone will suddenly break in.

"Song, I see a lot of militants appearing around us... They might come in here..."

Mira's slightly nervous voice came from Song Heping's headphones.

Its daybreak.

Militants in the city also began to become active.

The explosion site last night is still littered with corpses.

No one will clean up anymore.

They were all worried that there were American military planes monitoring them from the sky. Not only would they not be able to save the people, but they would also be killed.

All militants are very good at using buildings in the city. As long as they hide inside, it will be difficult for planes in the sky to detect them.

Once the U.S. troops enter the ambush circle, they will swarm out firepower. By that time, since both sides have already entered a close combat stalemate, even if there is an air force in the sky, it will be powerless.

Dropping bombs might kill even their own people. Even the most experienced pilots would not take the risk of dropping bombs on buildings in the battle zone.

"Don't be nervous. Just guard the passage to the door. If anything goes wrong, Mist and I will come and help you."

"it is good……"

I don’t know if it was because she was too nervous, Mira said again: “Song, I seem to smell the stench of a corpse.”

The corpses, of course, refer to the sentries who were killed when several people sneaked into the building last night.

There were two bodies in the entrance corridor on the first floor, piled in the corner under the stairs.

"Mira, don't be nervous. That's just psychological. The body won't stink that quickly. It's not time for it to stink yet. Don't worry about these useless things. Watch the door! Otherwise, if someone breaks in, everyone will die!"

Song Heping had to use a slightly threatening tone to calm Mira down.

Mira was just a locally recruited spy after all.

He has not received much professional training. Maybe he has some military background, but he is not an elite agent, otherwise the CIA would not send them here to die.

Under such high pressure now, it is inevitable that he would collapse.

"Lao Mi, stop listening to the radio and pay attention to what's downstairs."

Mist put down the radio headset that was pressed against his ear and said nonchalantly, "Song, don't worry! Do you know how smoothly things went today? Lonnie and his troops have already reached Area G!"

"So fast!?"

Song Heping was shocked.

It’s only nine o’clock now, how come we’re already in Area G?
In the past, it was good enough to get there at noon, and sometimes I couldn’t even get to Area G the whole day.

"I think last night's bombing really wiped out the Hunter's lair. I rarely hear reports of sniper attacks on the radio. It seems all the snipers in the city are dead."

Looking at Mist's excited face, Song Heping's eyelids began to twitch again, and that uneasy feeling surged into his heart again.

"Lao Mi, my intuition tells me that this matter is not that simple..."

He spread out the map and looked at it carefully.

His finger slid virtually along the main roads of Area G several times until it suddenly landed on an intersection. He looked at the mission area divisions.

This is Zone I.

It's more than one kilometer away from here.

"There's a possibility here..."

He looked up and asked Mist, "By the way, which attack force did Brigadier General York follow into Mosul today?"

Mist said, "Just follow Lonnie's troops in. Lonnie will lead the way. Once the passage is completely opened, the troops from the division headquarters will follow."

"Tell Lonnie to keep an eye on this intersection in Area I." He walked over to Mist with a map and pointed at the intersection. "This is a good place for an ambush. It's a pity we can't move right now, otherwise I'd like to go inside the building and take a look."

Mist frowned and looked at the map, then agreed: "It's a good place to set up an ambush."

After saying that, he immediately informed his team of the situation, and then called Major Lonnie on the channel.

After listening to Mist's reminder, Major Lonnie said yes repeatedly.

Now his trust in Song Heping is no longer what it used to be.

If this reminder had been given two days ago, he would have scoffed at it.

But now it’s different. In his eyes, Song Heping is simply a tactical genius.

"Don't worry, I will pay attention."

He promised.

"I've sent the troops there. First, search all the surrounding buildings thoroughly! I want to see if those damn guys are rats that can burrow underground!"

After ending the call with Mist, Major Lonnie immediately contacted Company A of the Scimitar Battalion of the vanguard force.

"Warrior to Scimitar, troops at the intersection of Area I, please pay attention to searching the surrounding buildings. I will order Company D of the Warrior Battalion to cooperate with you in the clearing operation. Remember, that location is very vulnerable to ambushes. Before entering the intersection, we recommend shelling any buildings that may be hiding armed personnel. Only enter and search after ensuring it is safe."

"Scimitar understands."

There is only one block between District G and District I.

Warrior Camp is going very well.

The resistance encountered was very low and sporadic.

The militants seemed to have lost their will to fight overnight.

Unlike the previous few days, they no longer held on to the buildings and put up a desperate resistance, but collapsed at the first touch and fled without a trace.

Song Heping has been paying attention to the progress of the Warrior Camp. The smoother it goes, the more problems he feels.

"GHOST CALLING MUSICIANS."

"Musicians received it, is it a funeral?"

I knew it was the cook from the moment I heard the voice.

"Cook, let me tell you something. When we get to the intersection in Area I, don't be foolish and follow them. Find a building with a good view in Area H and wait there. I have a feeling something might happen there."

"Huh? I heard you found the Hunter's lair last night and blew them all up. What? There's a sniper too?"

"Intuition." Song Heping said bluntly, "I always feel that the master won't die so easily."

"You mean the Mosul Death?"

"Correct."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. We won't follow the Warrior Battalion's vanguard. We'll establish a sniper position in Area H first."

"Okay, don't be so stubborn."

"rest assured!"

Zone I intersection.

The Abrams tanks led by the Scimitar Battalion slowly drove up from the west road, and when they were still two hundred meters away from the intersection, they began to brake and stop.

Then, another tank came up from behind.

The two tanks occupied the left and right lanes on the street and formed a battle formation.

boom--

The sound of artillery fire continued.

The building across from the intersection exploded in balls of fire.

After one of the buildings was hit by several shells, the wall facing the street began to collapse.

The commander observed through the periscope for a long time.

The area around the intersection was so quiet that not only were there no living people, but even no living insects were seen.

After some deliberation, he gave his crew an order: "Keep moving! Don't stop! I think the armed forces in the city have already given up resistance!"

The troops of the Scimitar Battalion quickly passed the intersection.

Soon, the news reached the battalion headquarters, informing them that the vanguard troops had crossed the intersection of Zone I without encountering any resistance, and that the infantry had searched the surrounding buildings and found no trace of the enemy.

Major Lonnie was very surprised to hear this.

fine?

It's okay? !
It seems that Song Heping is not necessarily accurate!
Now it's my turn to pass.

He thought about it and decided to be careful.

Isn't it just a sniper?
I won't get off the car, I'll stay in the command vehicle!
Let me see what you can do to me?!
"Battalion troops, advance!"

Major Lonnie calmed down a lot when he thought about himself being in an armored command vehicle.

No matter how powerful the sniper rifle is, it cannot penetrate this M4 armored command vehicle!
Roll, roll, roll——

Roll, roll, roll——

The battalion's armored vehicles advanced slowly.

A large number of Abrams tanks and Bradley fighting vehicles have passed smoothly ahead, and our troops are spread all around.

It seems that Song Heping's worries are unnecessary.

Major Lonnie couldn't help but smile.

After returning to the team after the operation, I must find an opportunity to mock the guy who claims to be a tactical genius.

However, before his smile faded, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded. At the same time, Major Lonnie felt as if he was in the clouds and his body involuntarily rose into the air.

This floating feeling was fleeting, and then he was thrown violently onto the roof of the armored vehicle, and his face kissed the armor on the roof passionately. He could even clearly hear the sound of teeth breaking.

quack!

Amid the violent explosions, this subtle yet harsh sound seemed particularly absurd and heart-wrenching.

"FUCK!"

As Major Lonnie was cursing, he felt the M4 armored vehicle seemed to have touched the ground again, throwing him heavily to the ground.

"Ouch—my waist!"

He screamed like a pig with its head pressed on the chopping board and saw the butcher knife.

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(End of this chapter)