Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 230: Encounter in the Ditch

Persian Plateau, mountainous area.

"How's the situation?"

Mist asked Song Heping in a low voice.

"It's terrible. This place is blocked off. There's a small team about two hundred meters away from us. I saw six people, but I believe there are more than that. There must be more people nearby that we can't see."

Song Heping retracted his head and hid behind the pile of rocks again.

"I think we should just kill them," Mist said. "Just charge forward. Even if the pursuers behind hear the gunfire and come rushing over, the worst that can happen is we'll just have to fight them physically. I'm not afraid of running in this kind of mountainous area."

Song Heping shook his head. "This isn't a matter of physical strength. If there are pursuers in one direction, we can fight for a while. But we don't know how many revolutionary brigades are around here. If a gunshot stirs up a hornet's nest, they'll come at us from all directions and we'll be dead without a burial place."

Mist stroked his stubble, frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Last night and the night before, we killed a lot of people who tried to stop us. They couldn't do anything to us."

"It was night time." Song Heping sighed and looked up at the sky.

The huge sun hanging in the sky looks very dazzling.

In fact, now he hopes it will rain.

It was raining, so we headed south. The weather was gloomy and the light was weak, which greatly reduced visibility and made it easier to escape.

However, the Persian Plateau is dry all year round with little rainfall. It is better to buy a lottery ticket and try your luck than to hope for rain.

"You can't fight hard."

Song Heping made up his mind.

He looked around and his eyes suddenly fell on twenty meters away.

"It looks like there's a ditch there."

Song Heping squatted down to raise his sight higher.

After observing for a while, he pointed to the ditch over there and said, "There's a ditch over there, and it runs westward and continues to the mountainside ahead. If we climb into that ditch, I think we can use the ditch's cover to bypass these patrols silently."

Mister said irritably, "Still going around in circles? Honestly, if we hold on for two more days, I'm afraid even water will be a problem."

He touched his water bottle.

This thing was seized from a corpse.

This was collected from one of the patrol teams killed at nine o'clock last night.

In the past two days, the three of them made a living by killing people and searching corpses.

Eat whatever others have and drink whatever you can get.

In a place like the Persian Plateau, finding a water source is almost impossible. Even if you want to dig three feet into the ground to find water, you don't have the time.

Song Heping asked, "How much water do you have left? Half?"

Mist shook his head and said, "No, it's consumed too much. When I got it last night, there was only half a pot left, and now there's only a third left at most."

"Where's the food?"

"There's still food. Two naan and some dried meat. Save some to last for two days."

Song Heping said, "I still have half a pot of water and three naan breads."

He turned to Rabbani: "What about you?"

"One piece of bread, some water..." Rabbani was clearly a little embarrassed: "I've finished all the water..."

Song Heping sighed secretly in his heart.

This is the difference between those who have received survival training and those who have not.

Mist and I will try to save water and food.

Rabbani will not, he will definitely eat if he is hungry.

I can't keep staring at him.

Now I am not in the training team to teach them, so I cannot teach them personally.

So I can only give a few words of advice and the requirements cannot be too high.

Mist said with a look of disgust, "I've told you many times that we're running for our lives. In this deserted place, we should drink as little water and eat as possible. If we're really hungry, we can eat something to fill our stomachs. Just enough water to moisten our throats and keep us hydrated is enough. Why are you like a pig, eating whatever you see?"

"I..." Rabbani felt very aggrieved. He defended himself, "All I got was half a pot of water and two pieces of naan. We've been running for our lives for almost two days. Is this enough for us?!"

Mist snorted.

He was too lazy to explain to him.

Sometimes, Mist really wanted to shoot Rabbani to death. He was just a drag on him and Song Heping.

You can't fight, and you still eat too much.

Song Heping saw that Mist had murderous intentions and quickly said, "Let's do as I say and go around. It's safer this way."

"Okay...what else can we do?"

He looked ahead, pointed to the Revolutionary Brigade patrol soldiers standing on the ridge in the distance, and said, "Be careful in these twenty meters. If they face our direction and observe carefully, they can spot us."

"It's only twenty meters. If you're careful, it'll only take a minute to crawl over there."

Song Heping turned to Rabbani and said, "Check your weapons and belongings to see if anything is loose. If so, fasten your bullet belt and grab your gun. Don't make any noise. Understand?"

Rabbani nodded repeatedly.

He admires Song Heping very much.

If I hadn't followed him, I probably wouldn't even have had the chance to escape here.

He didn't like Mist.

Mist looked arrogant and looked down on me in every way.

Song Heping is much more patient. He speaks to the point without any sarcasm.

Rabbani is not stupid and can tell who treats him equally.

"I'll take the lead." Song Heping climbed out first.

He used a low crawling posture, crawling close to the ground, and he went by like a lizard, without making any sound.

"You crawl first!"

Mister pushed Rabbani.

He thought it over and realized that it was very risky to let Rabbani climb last. If something happened to him, he would not know how to rescue him.

I might as well be the last one to take charge.

Rabbani was afraid that the gun would make noise when dragging on the ground, so he put the gun on his back and crawled over on the ground, imitating Song Heping.

But he had not received any formal training after all, and his learning was just imitating others. Not only were his movements awkward, but when Song Heping saw his raised butt, he really wanted to kick him.

You know what, whatever you worry about will come true.

Just like on the battlefield, the one who is more afraid of bullets will be the one who is most likely to be targeted.

Rabbani had climbed more than ten meters, and was still in the middle of the climb, when Mist suddenly whispered, "Be careful! Someone's looking over here."

Song Heping was startled and carefully stretched his head to take a look.

Sure enough, one of the soldiers from the revolutionary brigade on the ridge turned around and walked towards this side.

Rabbani lay on the ground, sweating profusely.

Looking here from the ridge, I am undoubtedly exposed.

The only shelter was a few sparse clumps of weeds.

This place is not like a tropical rainforest. There are thatched grasses everywhere that are taller than people. The places where people can hide are rocks, mounds of earth, gullies, etc., and there are not many trees.

Song Heping saw that the guy was still moving forward.

Rabbani looked at Song Heping, who was more than ten meters away, and asked nervously, "Have I been exposed..."

Song Heping shook his head: "It's okay, he didn't see you. If he had seen you, he would have shot you long ago."

Sure enough, the soldier walked about ten meters and came to the edge of a hillside, where he unzipped his pants and started to move his pants.

"So it's to relieve oneself..."

Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief.

I was not wrong.

The other party did not see Rabbani lying on the ground nearly two hundred meters away.

It was God's blessing that the guy had his back to me and was driving down the hillside, so I could see his fleshy butt from a distance, which was quite disgusting.

If it wasn't to avoid a firefight, Song Heping really had the urge to shoot him in the butt to see what his reaction would be.

After this little episode, everything seemed to be going smoothly.

Rabbani crawled into the ditch, followed by Mister.

Nothing else happened.

This is a gully about two meters deep and one meter wide, washed out by rainwater, which is very suitable for Tibetans.

Keep walking along the ditch and you will reach the opposite hillside.

Once there, they were completely out of the sight of the revolutionary brigade squad on the ridge and could bypass them without being noticed.

At least I passed another level.

"Move quickly!"

Song Heping was in the lead, jogging all the way, and the three of them walked westward in the ditch.

Suddenly, Song Heping heard a voice coming from the front.

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Is there someone in the ditch?!

This was something he didn't expect.

So he immediately raised his fist and signaled the people behind to stop.

Rabbani subconsciously opened his mouth to ask what happened, but fortunately Song Heping immediately covered his mouth with one hand, signaling him to be quiet, and then made several gestures to Mist, indicating that there was someone in front.

Rabbani, who almost got into big trouble, was so scared that his eyes rolled back, his chest heaved, and his violent heartbeat could be heard.

Song Heping wanted to wait and see what happened.

After all, judging from the direction the sound came from, the distance was about ten or eight meters.

If the other party is just passing by, forget it and let them go.

But it turns out that God doesn't fulfill people's wishes.

The footsteps were coming this way, and as they approached, I could hear conversation.

It's Persian.

Song Heping could tell the difference between these words. After all, he had dealt with Afanti many times and had some impression of him.

But the most difficult part now is that there is a patrol of the Revolutionary Brigade on the ridge more than a hundred meters away, and there are countless people here.

Song Heping called Mister to his side, drew out his knife and gestured for him to use it.

After all, all the weapons on the two men were taken from dead people. Without advanced things like silencers, they could only use knives to be silent.

But who can guarantee that it can be done silently?
How many people are there on the other side?
If there are too many people, you can’t kill them all with a knife.

There was no time for the two to discuss.

Everyone saw one word in each other's eyes - kill!

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)