Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 203 General Peter’s Invitation

The Mosul operation was an unprecedented success.

After fighting here for more than half a year, this operation achieved an unprecedented breakthrough.

That evening, the Warrior Camp held a celebration party.

Major Lonnie was finished, but Brigadier General York transferred another major from another unit, who was younger than Lonnie and named Stephen.

Major Lonnie's body was transported to the camp and then taken away by helicopter along with other fallen soldiers. Soon they will be placed in simple coffins, covered with the national flag, and sent back to the United States by C-130 or C-17 transport planes to be buried in their fallen martyrs' cemetery.

Stephen took over the Warriors Battalion and organized a celebratory banquet, where he delivered an impassioned speech in front of everyone.

Song Heping had to say that to be an officer in the US military, one must have a certain level of eloquence. After all, they do not have a political commissar, and the military commander has to do the work of motivating the soldiers. As for the priests accompanying the team, they are there to give confessions to the soldiers.

After all, most of the American soldiers are Protestants. If they kill someone, they have to confess and let the priest give them some spiritual baptism.

After finishing his speech, Stephen called Song Heping to his command tent and placed a document on the table.

"This is an evaluation report of your performance over the past few days. Take this and hand it over to the Operations Department at headquarters after you return to the Green Zone. Someone will then settle your fees."

Song Heping's eyes swept over everything in the tent.

Things have changed here.

All the furnishings have changed.

A lot of things have been replaced.

The bed was changed, the table was changed, and the placement of items was changed.

It's different from the time when Major Lonnie was here.

New people, new style.

Song Heping picked up the report, opened it and took a look.

It was a very official document with basically no detailed records. It was just a one-page document that said something like the "Musician" defense dispatch personnel assisted the coalition forces in the Mosul operation, performed their duties conscientiously, and successfully completed their mission.

As for the details, no mention is made of them.

Song Heping felt a little uncomfortable.

But I immediately felt relieved.

If Stephen overstates the importance of the team role or the greatness of the contributions of his small PMC company, he will have limited room to express his ideas when writing the action summary of the Warrior Battalion in the future.

It's a credit.

Can it fall into the hands of others?

"Thank you, Major."

Song Heping also responded politely.

Stephen added, "I've already made arrangements. A helicopter will take you back to Bakda tomorrow at 8 a.m. You'll need to prepare and pack your things tonight."

"No, we have our own car." Song Heping said, "But I have something I want the Major's help with."

Song Heping understood that the Major Stephen in front of him was asking questions even though he knew the answer, and he was ordering him to leave.

The action is over.

There is naturally no need for mercenaries to stay here.

He certainly knew that the "Musician" Defense had its own off-road vehicle, and saying that they would send him by plane was actually a polite remark.

Song Heping is not stupid, of course he knows what to do.

Stephen probably didn't expect Song Heping to ask for anything, so he asked carefully, "What favor? If it's within my authority, no problem."

He emphasized "within the scope of authority", meaning I have to see what you can do for me.

Don't mention anything that's too troublesome.

Song Heping said, "It's actually a simple matter. It's an SVD sniper rifle, a trophy I captured during an operation. I hope the major can issue me a certificate so I can go through the relevant gun ownership procedures when I return to the Green Zone."

Stephen was slightly startled and said "Oh" subconsciously.

In Irigo, ordinary people are not allowed to carry guns casually. Although various weapons can be purchased on the black market here, the interim government and the military have very strict control over weapons.

All guns must be registered with the provisional government and have relevant gun ownership procedures, even guns in civilian homes. Many people have guns, but they are not legal. You can hide them at home, but if you take them out and are found, they will be confiscated, and you may even be detained.

For small PMC companies like Song Heping, which need to legally carry guns to perform tasks for a long time, it is best to go through formal procedures to avoid various troubles.

"Okay, I'll write you a certificate. Come over to me tomorrow morning and get it before you leave."

"Thank you, Major." Song Heping thanked with a smile.

The two shook hands in a very formal manner, and then Song Heping tactfully said goodbye and left.

After the celebration banquet, early the next morning, Song Heping and his company people took the luggage to the car early, and everything was ready when the morning sun just rose over the horizon.

The Warrior Camp was also very busy at this time.

Because they also received orders to break camp and move into Mosul District 5 today, where they will be responsible for daily patrols.

"Oh, we're leaving, and these guys didn't even come out to see us off, not even giving us a ceremony."

The cook stretched lazily and complained about the fickleness of human nature.

Song Heping said, "How about we customize a one-ton medal for you to wear around your neck? We're mercenaries, so let's not use useless things."

He pulled the document from his pocket and shook it in his hand.

"That's what matters, $100 million."

"Boss, shouldn't we have a compensatory vacation after we get back? Last time, our vacation was interrupted before we could even finish it."

White Bear was obviously still a little reluctant to leave after his last trip to the Maldives.

Song Heping said, "Taking a vacation is fine, but the problem is how to arrange the time after we return. We need to split our vacations up into batches. Otherwise, if everyone goes out, who will be responsible for watching over the oil fields? That's our main source of income."

White Bear sighed and said, "Boss, we need to recruit more people, otherwise we will be exhausted sooner or later."

What he said made sense. After all, Musician Defense currently only had eight full-time employees, including Ferrari. The others were temporary contractors. Even Samir was a temporary employee, merely being promoted because he participated in some important operations. The only truly capable fighters were these eight, while the rest were assigned to carry out other important operations. Song Heping was still worried.

"Didn't we ask Ferrari to recruit last time? How come it's been so long, and we haven't hired many?" the cook complained. "Isn't that guy just hanging out in the Green Zone all day picking up girls? Has he forgotten about his job?"

As the group packed up their things, closed the car door, and prepared to leave, Mist came over.

"Song!"

He called Song Heping's name from a distance.

Everyone looked back and saw Mist walking towards them with several Navy SEALs.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes, our paperwork is complete, and the operation here is over. We have to go back to the Green Zone."

Song Heping looked at the SEALs and asked doubtfully, "Old Mi, are you alright?"

Mist looked back at his teammates, then spread his hands and said, "Actually, we don't have any other intentions. We just came to see you off. We hope to have the opportunity to work with you again. We had a very pleasant cooperation this time."

His tone was very polite.

It was completely different from the tense and extreme contempt when they first met.

This is how the battlefield is, strength speaks for itself.

Wild beasts only travel with their own kind.

A man coming back from the battlefield can only admire tough guys like himself.

"I don't want to work with you anymore."

Song Heping suddenly said something that made people burst out laughing.

Then everyone was stunned.

After all, the Navy SEALs coming to see us off is a sign of respect.

It's like someone toasts you, but you slap the wine glass in front of you to the ground.

Seeing the stunned expressions of Mist, Chris, and the others, Song Heping grinned and said, "You are all carrying out high-risk missions. For us mercenaries, it's too uneconomical. I still prefer guarding the oil fields."

This added sentence made everyone laugh again.

The words were full of self-deprecation and also indirectly praised the seal.

No matter how many holes there are, flattery will never fail.

Mist and the others burst into laughter after hearing this, and they enjoyed it very much.

Everyone hugged each other and said goodbye in a manly way, then Song Heping got on the car and left with the other teammates.

The operation in Mosul has come to an end.

The contract was successfully completed.

One million dollars was in my hands. Although it was not easy, I got the money after all.

It was already afternoon when they returned to the Green Zone. Song Heping gave the evaluation report written by Stephen to Ferrari and asked him to complete the remaining procedures. After all, he was very familiar with the process and operations. It was most appropriate for him, an administrative staff member, to be responsible for dealing with the Interim Governing Council and the Joint Command.

Unexpectedly, when Ferrari came back, he brought back an unexpected news.

"Boss, Deputy Commander Peter wants to treat you to a meal."

"what?"

When Ferrari reported to Song Heping, Song Heping was wiping and studying the captured SVD sniper rifle in the company's small garden.

When he heard that Peter was going to treat him to a meal, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

This is the first time that both parties have cooperated.

Even if completing this mission will be a stepping stone to enter the Irigo military circle, there is no need to treat yourself to a meal in such a grand manner, right?
It seems very urgent.

Is this another Hongmen Banquet?

"Fuck me!"

He cursed in Chinese.

"It must be up to no good that this old man invited me to dinner."

"I guess so." Ferrari dragged a chair over and sat down next to him. He opened a can of Coke that had been soaking in an ice bucket and took a sip before saying, "It's probably another tough nut to crack. They want us to fight for our lives."

While assembling the parts of the SVD, Song Heping was thinking about how to deal with it.

You must go eat.

After all, Peter is the deputy commander in Iraq.

There's no need to offend him.

Considering the issue from the perspective of a mercenary leader, the first thing Song Heping thought of was the reward.

What kind of compensation could Peter ask for?

I really don't care about $100 million.

Ever since the gold business with Afanti, my appetite has grown and the normal salary can no longer satisfy me.

This Mosul operation is just a personal favor.

Now that everything has been done, it's time to repay the favor. We can't keep doing favors without talking about business.

This is not my style.

It is said that over 100 billion yuan has been allocated for the reconstruction of Yiligo, and I must have a share of this 100 billion yuan.

otherwise?

Not interested in!
　Asking for a monthly ticket! ! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)