Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 232 The Third Day

The communication range of this type of serial radio is generally about 10-30 kilometers when using a short antenna, and can reach about 200 kilometers when using a long antenna.

In theory, being able to contact the Revolutionary Guard Special Brigade in Ahvaz, at least if they can hear your calls, it would be a success.

Now or never.

Song Heping got into the passenger seat as quickly as possible and took a look at the radio, but it was not turned on.

He quickly turned on the power switch.

However, when I turned it on, the power light was off.

"Is the power out?"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Song Heping's forehead.

"Diarrhea at the critical moment... No way..."

He quickly checked the battery and found that the problem was not with the battery at all, but with two bullet holes on one side of the radio, which was obviously damaged by bullets.

The only explanation is Rabbani.

This guy just pulled the trigger and emptied the entire magazine. The continuous firing of this fake AK is like a scattering of bullets. The bullets are not accurate and many of them hit the car body, resulting in the radio in the car being hit by two bullets.

Therefore, veterans hate recruits who fire randomly and continuously. Burst shooting is not only to save bullets, but also to prevent accidental injuries.

He took another look at the damage.

Finally, Song Heping gave up the radio station in despair.

Because the damage was so severe, it was impossible to repair it.

This radio station is broken.

He did not linger any longer and immediately got out of the car and said to Mist and Rabbani, "Go, go, go! Retreat!"

"What?! Is the call coming?"

Mist didn't know what had happened and was still dreaming. He just wondered how Song Heping could have passed away so quickly.

Song Heping said with a dark face: "The radio is broken."

"broken!?"

Mist almost jumped up.

"How did it break?"

Song Heping said: "It was damaged by a stray bullet."

Mist was stunned.

But he quickly came to his senses and jumped out of the car.

"Then run away quickly! Or are you going to die here?!"

The three of them began to run north, not daring to stop for a moment, and soon disappeared in the vast plateau.

……

Over the Persian Plateau.

The cook sat next to the helicopter, searching the ground with a telescope in his hand.

But unfortunately, there was no gain.

The sky gradually darkened and the sun set behind the distant mountains.

"We're running out of gas, we need to go back!"

The pilot turned and shouted at the mercenaries in the cabin.

Gray Wolf sighed and said, "It's already the third day..."

He thought about it and swallowed the rest of the sentence.

The cook's face looked very bad. The afterglow of the setting sun made his face golden on one side and dark on the other, which looked very strange.

He suddenly said, "If we switch places, and we are Sang, and Sang is sitting in the helicopter, what do you think he would do?"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at his brothers.

The other people in the cabin were not expecting the cook to ask such a question. They were all dumbfounded and looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

The hunter said, "Cook, you are making things difficult for us. We are not good at tactics, that is Sang's specialty."

The cook rolled his eyes at him and turned to White Bear: "White Bear, tell me, if it were you, how would you deal with it?"

White Bear was stunned and pointed at his nose: "Are you asking me?"

The cook cursed, "Nonsense!"

White Bear rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, then pointed at the queen next to him and said, "You might as well ask Yulia!"

Upon hearing this, Yulia elbowed White Bear hard on the arm and said, "Andre! Don't cause me any trouble if you have nothing to do!"

Obviously, Queen Yulia had no idea either.

Gray Wolf, who was standing by, couldn't help but say, "Cook, we're all very anxious, but we're already patrolling this area with helicopters every day. We can't search the entire plateau, and that's impossible. Patrolling back and forth between Ahwaz and Istand Mountain was Sangzo's plan, and I don't have a better one..."

The cook stared at the setting sun in the distance and said, "He was the one who made the plan, right? But now that he's not on this route, it means he's in trouble..."

Having said that, he remained silent for a moment before saying, "I think... we have to make our own decisions. Otherwise, without Sang, we won't be able to handle the situation. What's the point of being mercenaries?"

Gray Wolf asked, "What good ideas do you have? We will all listen to you."

The cook remained silent, his gaze fixed on the distant mountainside.

At this time, only a ray of golden light from the sun remained on the edge of the mountain, and the sky was about to become completely dark.

"Let's go down." Suddenly, he murmured something.

The gray wolf beside him was startled, thinking he had misheard: "What did you say?"

The cook said, "Go down! We have to land! Only by going down can we have a chance to find them. We can capture a few people from the Revolutionary Brigade and interrogate them whether they have found Sang in the past few days! If Sang is in the plateau area, then he must have exchanged fire and come into contact with the people from the Revolutionary Brigade. They must know something!"

"Are you crazy?" Gray Wolf pointed at the ground and said, "Afanti said that the areas near the border on the plateau are all active areas for the revolutionary brigade. They're hiding among the mountains on the plateau, and their estimated strength is over a thousand. If we go down there with our few guns, wouldn't that be suicide?"

The cook turned his head and looked around at everyone, his eyes like a knife finally falling on the gray wolf's face.

The gray wolf felt a little uneasy when he looked at him, and could not help but lower his head.

"If the death had happened on the plane and any of us were running for our lives below, I believe he wouldn't have said it was crazy to hear such a proposal."

Every word the cook spoke hit everyone's heart.

"Afraid of death?! Are you afraid of death as a mercenary? Why aren't you afraid when you're rich and powerful and sell gold for the money? You call it crazy when you're asked to take risks?"

His words made everyone blush, and everyone felt their face burning as if they had been slapped several times.

"I agree with the cook's suggestion." Yulia spoke first. "Suka! If he dies, he dies. I'm not afraid. I've made enough money in the past six months. Now I'm not risking my life for money! Sang is a good guy. I don't want to sit in a helicopter and fly around blindly every day and finally hear the news of his death!"

Seeing this, White Bear immediately raised his hand: "Count me in! I'm going too!"

Then the hunter said, "I'll go! Don't leave me behind."

The disaster star said, "Wherever the hunter goes, I go."

Finally, Gray Wolf said: "Cook, I am ashamed. I will go too..."

The cook stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, let's go and get Sang back together!"

The other hands also came over and stacked together.

The cook yelled to the pilot, "Lieutenant, we need to land. Let's find a place to land right here!"

……

Kandahar, ISA headquarters.

Everyone in the workspace pretended to be busy, buried in their computers.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the buzzing of mosquitoes flapping their wings as they flew by.

"Are you all busy?!"

Nikki, who had been pacing the office area, finally couldn't help herself. She stopped and angrily yelled at everyone present, "Three days! No one has found where Song and Mist went?! Satellites, drones! And even reconnaissance planes! We've mobilized them all, and no one has been able to find any trace of them!?"

No one answered.

Still silence.

Finally, Tom spoke cautiously, "Major, we've confirmed that Adrian and the other three have been killed. This information has been confirmed, which means the two-person team's mission has been accomplished..."

"Tom! You mean as long as we complete the mission, we don't need to worry about the lives of those two people?! Not to mention that mercenary, there's also one of our Navy SEALs!"

Nicky interrupted Tom rudely.

"Damn it! Am I going to do this to you one day?! When you're on a mission, as long as you complete it, I won't care about your life or death?!"

Tom was so frightened that he shut up quickly.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.

Tom picked up the phone and listened for a while with a grimace on his face.

Finally, he looked up at Nicky, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"If you have anything to say, just say it!"

Gini was getting impatient.

Tom opened his mouth with difficulty and finally said, "The quick reaction team just captured a soldier from the Revolutionary Brigade near Hannihin. After interrogation, he confessed that a two-man team, along with their contact, Lanier, and three others, had crossed the border and entered Persia. The Revolutionary Brigade's troops in northwest Afghanistan and on the Persian Plateau have all assembled and have been searching there for three days..."

"What!? Persia?!"

Nicky was struck by lightning and froze instantly.

Persia…

That damn place is a restricted area.

Since the Delta Force's disastrous defeat in Operation Eagle Claw in 80, US special forces have never set foot on Persian territory again. They only dared to conduct some close-in reconnaissance in the Persian Gulf waters and have never set foot on the mainland.

If the information the quick response team received from Hannihin was true, even if they knew the location of the three-person team on the Persian Plateau, they could not go to rescue them. They had to report to the Pentagon, and the people at the Pentagon would probably send the documents to the White House, as the approval authority lies in the hands of the president.

Not only would the time be wasted going back and forth like this, but the president would also not approve such an action.

It wasn't worth the risk of going to war with Persia just to save a seal and a mercenary.

She became more agitated and kept pacing around the room.

The others lowered their heads again, pretending to be busy.

After about five minutes, Nicky stopped.

"Tom, have the quick response team acquire more information and mobilize all resources to begin deploying to the border area of ​​the Persian Plateau. Transfer all our operational personnel here and have drones fly along the border between Afghanistan and Persia. Also, contact the Air Force and have them send a reconnaissance plane to assist with our search. We must determine their exact location!"

Tom recorded everything and suddenly looked up and asked, "What if we really know their location? Should we submit a plan and ask our superiors for approval to take action?"

Request Approval

Nicky sneered, "By the time those bureaucrats approve it, the bodies of the three-person team will be cold."

Tom was shocked when he heard this and blurted out, "Are you planning to send a quick response team to secretly enter the country to rescue them?!"

In fact, Tom hadn't finished speaking yet—"Are you crazy?!"

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(End of this chapter)