Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 231 Can’t hide anymore
Mist turned around and waved at Rabbani, signaling him to get out of the way and not get in the way.

Rabbani could only retreat, but just as he retreated, Song Heping grabbed him again, shook his head fiercely, and then glared at Mist.

Mist immediately understood that if he asked Rabbani to step back at this time, things would get out of control if he made any noise.

Song Heping signaled Rabbani to wait there, then winked at Mist and pointed ahead.

It’s no wonder that the two of them were not trained in the same unit, but their tactical awareness is really similar.

Mist nodded immediately to show that he understood.

There is a bend ahead.

The two men tiptoed to the corner, drew their swords and waited.

The chatter was getting closer.

It arrived soon.

Just when the first figure appeared in front of the two of them, Song Heping took the lead in attacking. He held the hilt of the knife in reverse hand, with the blade facing outward, and rushed out in one step. At the same time, the blade slashed across the opponent's neck with a hissing sound.

The three men's knives were all trophies picked up from the soldiers of the revolutionary brigade. This kind of knife is different from the common military daggers and functional knives. Its blade is slender and curved, and the tip of the blade is extremely sharp. It is the traditional Persian Bishkaboz knife shape.

Biskhab knives are very popular in Persia, Pakistan and Afghanistan. Most of them are used as close-combat knives. Some are S-shaped, while others are R-shaped.

But this knife has an advantage, it is very suitable for reverse grip.

As Song Heping rushed out, he saw the number of people on the other side.

Three people!

"Hold!"

A word flashed through Song Heping's mind like lightning.

The three opponents were also shocked when they saw Song Heping rushing out. They were stunned and didn't react. They didn't even think of calling out.

The man whose neck was cut by the Bischkaberz knife felt a cold and burning pain in his neck and subconsciously touched it with his hand.

This touch is incredible.

Blood spurted out.

It shot out like a blood arrow, and a blood mist filled the surroundings.

He wanted to scream.

Found a leak...

That's right.

Song Heping's move directly cut off the trachea.

Without waiting for the other two to react, Song Heping used the remaining momentum of his forward rush to directly pass the second person. The position of the knife did not change, and he slashed the neck of the first revolutionary brigade soldier and then the second one.

At the same time, Mist also rushed out. He did not cut the neck of the third revolutionary brigade soldier, but directly pushed him against the wall of the ditch.

The soldier reacted and wanted to shout.

But Mist's left hand was faster. It directly covered his mouth and nose, pressing his head against the wall of the ditch, causing the dirt and gravel to fall down.

Almost simultaneously, the Bischofskaboz knife in Mist's hand stabbed upwards, inserted into the opponent's lower jaw, passed through the tongue and then pierced the upper jaw.

Because the tip of the knife is curved, like a hook, it directly hooks the opponent's upper jaw, and like threading lamb skewers, it skewers the entire mouth.

Poor soldier from the revolutionary brigade, he was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.

Mist showed no mercy, he grabbed him and turned him over, put his arms around his neck and twisted it hard!
Click!

The revolutionary brigade soldier's neck broke with a sound.

The whole process was clean and neat, without any delay.

After doing all this, Song Heping did not stop immediately, but continued to walk forward a few steps, sticking to the ditch wall at another corner in front, listening for a while, and after making sure that he did not hear any footsteps, he stuck his head to the other end to take a look.

nobody.

There are only these three.

It is possible that the patrol team of the Revolutionary Brigade knew that there was a ditch here and that it extended for a long distance, so they sent three people to guard it.

What he didn't expect was that he underestimated the combat capabilities of Song Heping and his men, and killed three of them silently less than two hundred meters under his nose.

Song Heping returned to the place where the murder took place and took a look at the revolutionary brigade soldier lying on the ground.

He is not dead yet.

The man twisted his body on the ground like a tumbling earthworm, his hands covering the wound in vain, blood oozing out from between his fingers.

Mist frowned and said to Song Heping, "You didn't cut his artery?"

Song Heping didn't want to check the other person's wound anymore. He pulled the other person's hand away and probably sprayed blood all over his face.

Seeing the other person in so much pain, he sighed, squatted over, stabbed the knife into the other person's heart, and then twisted it.

The revolutionary brigade soldier lying on the ground and struggling was like a deflated plastic doll, and he instantly went limp.

Soon, the last breath of life flashed through his pupils, and then disappeared. After he exhaled his last breath, he died.

Rabbani witnessed the entire process and felt his blood run cold.

The two in front of me are both killers.

Killing people is like killing chickens. Fortunately, I didn't offend them, otherwise...

Thinking of this, he subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, feeling a chill there.

"Look for water and food, and check for ammunition and grenades."

As Song Heping spoke, he began to turn over the body on his own.

There were three bodies in total, one for each person.

After searching, the happiest thing was that I found water.

The water these three people have is enough to last them for another two days.

"Walk."

After finishing the work, Song Heping did not procrastinate.

"Get out of here quickly. The people on the ridge will probably realize their teammate is missing soon."

Rabbani didn't want to stay here any longer.

Because the smell of blood that filled the entire ditch was so concentrated that it was disgusting.

I've never seen so much blood when slaughtering a sheep before.

Song Heping was still in the lead, and several people ran along the ditch.

Mist asked as he ran, "Song, we're heading west now, but do you have an approximate location where we can meet up with your company's people? Do you have an accurate number?"

Song Heping said, "Once you reach the mountain over there, follow the foot of the mountain around to the west. There will be a long and narrow valley there. After crossing the valley, run about ten kilometers, turn north, and run another thirty kilometers or so, and you'll probably reach the vicinity of Ahwaz."

Mist was surprised: "How did you find the direction without a map?"

Song Heping said, "Sense of direction, haven't you tried marching blindly?"

Mist was stunned: "You guys still practice this thing?"

Song Heping sneered, "You don't practice? Is GPS too easy to use? We don't have advanced equipment like yours. So when we trained before, we had to do the most primitive manual operations, using maps to remember maps and identify directions on different terrains."

He pointed to his brain.

“The maps are all here.”

Mist felt incredible: "How is it possible!"

In his opinion, no matter how primitive the handicraft is, there must be a map and a compass, right?
Song Heping actually memorized the map in his mind?
How did you do it?
He suddenly felt that Song Heping was such an amazing guy.

"Why not?" Song Heping said, "You're just used to the comfort and rely on electronic devices. Besides, I said it could reach a certain location, not its exact location."

Mist was stunned: "Are you trying your luck?"

"A little bit of luck, a little bit of strength." Song Heping was impatient: "You have so many opinions, why don't you lead the way?"

Mist immediately shook his head.

He admitted he wasn't as good as Song Heping at recognizing and memorizing images. To achieve this level, he needed not only hard work but also a certain talent for directional perception, and an exceptional memory.

Soon, the three of them reached the end of the ditch.

Sure enough, there appeared a long and narrow valley entrance.

“It’s amazing…”

Mist was convinced this time.

Exactly the same as what Song Heping said.

There really is a valley here.

"It seems we're out of danger this time... If we cross the valley and walk a few dozen kilometers to Ahwaz, will you be able to find our people?"

Song Heping shook his head: "No, but I have an appointment with the Persians to wait there. My people will conduct continuous aerial patrols. As long as we see a helicopter, we will light some fires and they will notice it."

"What are you waiting for?!"

Mist said, "Let's go now. I'm tired of staying here. I don't want to stay any longer."

After saying that, he took the lead and rushed towards the valley.

Perhaps because he was too excited, Mist had lost his vigilance.

As soon as we rushed to the valley entrance, a pickup truck appeared towards us.

It's an armed pickup truck.

The pickup truck was parked at the entrance of the valley, and the position of the three people was just blocked by the mountain.

Mist rushed to the front of the valley.

There were people on the pickup truck and there were people under the pickup truck.

Judging from their attire, they are all soldiers of the revolutionary brigade.

Perhaps neither side expected to meet here in this way.

After a brief pause, Mist raised his gun and fired first.

After all, it is no longer possible to hide or retreat.

There was still some distance to go back to the ditch, and the heavy machine gunner on the pickup truck could turn the gun around and beat Mist into pieces.

What's more, there is a patrol team of the revolutionary brigade on the ridge on the other side of the ditch.

If we retreat, we will be attacked from both sides, and the outcome will be even worse.

So we can only confront it head-on and fight to the death!
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He took the initiative to attack the heavy machine gunner in the pickup truck.

The other party just wanted to turn the gun around, but before he could finish, he was shot into a sieve and fell directly off the car.

Seeing this, the other three militants raised their guns and pointed them at Mist.

It was too late for Mist to turn his gun and shoot.

"Song!"

He shouted, hoping to get support from Song Heping, and at the same time he dodged and rolled to the side, trying to avoid the opponent's shooting and find new cover.

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The sound of bursts and bursts of gunfire rang out from the other side.

Song Heping fired a rapid burst of shots, and Rabbani held the trigger tightly.

The three Revolutionary Brigade soldiers were all paying attention to Mist, but they didn't expect two more enemies to rush out from the side.

After firing a few shots, Mist was knocked down by Song Heping and Rabbani before he could hit him.

"Where are we retreating to?!"

Mist got up from the ground, his body covered with yellow mud and sand.

He looked around.

There must be more enemies in the valley.

This pickup truck probably drove here from the mountain road and was guarding the valley entrance. Generally, where there are armed vehicles, there must be other vehicles, and the probability is very high.

Therefore, it was no longer possible to rush across the valley and reach Ahwaz as originally planned.

There is a dirt ditch behind.

There is a patrol on the ridge, and we can't retreat there.

Otherwise, they would encounter a fierce battle. When the enemies in the valley came out and attacked from the front and back, the three of them would definitely be killed.

"We're going north! North now!"

According to Song Heping's original route, he was to run ten kilometers after crossing the valley and then turn north.

Now we are forced to head north early.

Although there is a gap of ten kilometers, it is still on the north side, right?

If you can escape to the vicinity of Ahwaz, you might have a chance.

"and many more!"

Song Heping stopped Mist and Rabbani who were about to run away.

He pointed at the pickup truck, his eyes full of surprise.

"Radio! Lao Mi, there's a car radio in the car!"

Radio?!
Mist's heart skipped a beat, and he looked sharply at the pickup truck.

Sure enough, I saw a green antenna on the A-pillar on the side of the pickup truck's windshield, more than one meter above the roof.

That style, you can tell at first glance that it's an old-fashioned radio antenna.

Even though it’s an old-fashioned radio station, it’s still a radio station!

With it, you can tune to the pre-agreed channel, send a distress message to Afanti's people, and ask the chef and others to pick you up by helicopter.

Even if this place is not as far as Ahwaz, there is no problem!

Saved this is!
"We have to take that radio!"

Although doing so is obviously dangerous, after all, staying for one more second could be fatal.

But seeing that life was right in front of him, Song Heping felt that this little time was worth wasting here!

"Let's go! Let's get the radio!"

Mist was equally excited.

The two of them were in complete agreement.

After nearly two days of fleeing in the mountains, this is the first time I have found any communication equipment. If I have to blame someone, it’s because the soldiers of the revolutionary brigade are equipped with too backward equipment. They don’t even have mobile phones!

Soon, the three of them rushed to the pickup truck.

"Rabbani, you'll be on guard in the direction of the ridge. Lao Mi, you'll be in the car, manning the machine gun and keeping an eye on the people in the valley. I'll use the radio to contact the support team!"

The three of them immediately split up.

Song Heping came to the pickup truck, glanced into the cab, and was immediately overjoyed!

A former Soviet-style shortwave radio lay quietly between the co-pilot and driver seats!

　Please give me a monthly ticket!!! Please give me a monthly ticket!!!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)