Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 240 Killing someone with a borrowed knife

"That seal is coming."

The cook suddenly lowered his voice.

"It will be difficult if he knows about our relationship with Avanti."

"I'll handle it."

After Song Heping finished speaking, he went to meet Mister who had just treated his wound and was walking towards them: "Old Mister, we have to retreat quickly."

"withdraw?"

Mist asked in confusion: "How do we retreat?"

"How else do you want to retreat?" Song Heping said, "Of course we'll retreat on foot. Otherwise, you can call your helicopter to pick us up now."

Mist laughed wryly, "You're kidding! Our plane has entered Persian airspace. This is going to be a disaster."

"You also knew that something big was going to happen, didn't you?" Song Heping said, "We should retreat now. Once we get back to Afghanistan, we'll contact Nikki and ask her to send us a helicopter."

Mist looked around and said, "But if we retreat now, will we run into the revolutionary brigade that's coming to search for us?"

Song Heping said: "It's okay, I have already arranged it, just follow me."

"Oh! God!" Mist said with a look of agony: "Now I feel like my legs don't belong to me anymore."

"That's your business. You can stay and rest by yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and waved to everyone: "Retreat!"

Everyone gathered together and began to retreat to the northeast as quickly as possible following Song Heping.

After retreating a few kilometers, Song Heping stopped the team.

"Stop moving forward and hide where we are. This is a good place for us to hide."

At this time, the entire team was located in a mountainous area with complex terrain, and there were many places to hide.

"Hunter, Queen, you stand guard. The rest of you spread out and hide. If you see the enemy, don't shoot unless necessary. Let them pass."

Everyone immediately dispersed and looked for cover.

Fortunately, there are trees and grass here, so hiding is relatively easy.

After finding a mountain and occupying the commanding heights, the hunter and the queen set up sniper positions and were responsible for the security of their entire team.

Lying behind Scurry, Mist was still confused.

"Why don't we leave quickly? What are we waiting for here?"

"Wait until the gunfire." Song Heping took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the lid slowly, and drank a sip. Then he said, "Didn't you just say that if we retreat like this, we'll run into the revolutionary brigade? I think that makes sense, so let's wait here until they pass."

"Are you crazy?" Mist said. "When they get there and see those tied-up police officers, don't they know we're planning to retreat back to Afghanistan? If they're intercepted by an organized group, we're doomed."

Song Heping shook his head: "They can't turn back."

"What do you mean?" Mist asked.

Song Heping replied: "Guess who else you want to kill besides the Revolutionary Brigade?"

Doubts crept onto Mist's dirty face, but soon dissipated. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "Persian government forces!"

Song Heping smiled and said, "This young man is teachable."

Mist asked, "But how do you mobilize the Persian government troops?"

Song Heping said, "Do you need me to mobilize them? I just need to spread the word to the people in the Revolutionary Guards, telling them that more than a thousand people from the Revolutionary Brigade will soon arrive in the plateau near Ahvaz, and leak the coordinates to them. Do you think they will make an emergency move?"

Mist suddenly remembered that Song Heping seemed to be making a phone call before. At that time, he was guessing who he was calling and thought it was Nicky. Now it seems that he was spreading the news.

It makes sense when you think about it, as mercenary companies have many channels.

They often have their own intelligence sources and channels, and it is not difficult to find the number of a commander of the Revolutionary Guard.

This is a great trick!
Kill with a borrowed knife.

Persia has been cracking down on drugs, and the Revolutionary Brigade is an armed drug trafficking group and the largest drug trafficking force in the New Golden Moon.

Because of the unique geographical conditions and location here, the government forces have been unable to do anything to them. This time, a large number of people from the revolutionary brigade entered the plateau and ventured close to the outskirts of the plateau, approaching the town of Ahwaz. Even if they wanted to escape, it would probably be too late to retreat to Afghanistan or Pakistan.

From a military perspective, this is indeed an excellent opportunity to annihilate the main force of the revolutionary brigade.

"high!"

Mist couldn't help but give Song Heping a thumbs up.

"What a great move to kill someone with a borrowed knife."

"Haha." Song Heping shifted his body, turned over and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and said leisurely: "Let's wait and watch the show here. We'll leave after they finish fighting."

"Okay, I'll take this opportunity to close my eyes." Mist yawned, "I'm so tired."

After saying that, he actually closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Song Heping opened his eyes and looked at the blue sky.

Less than an hour ago, death seemed so close.

It seems that I was lucky enough to escape this time.

War and killing seem to be very far away at this moment, but there is also a feeling that they will come to us at any time.

Everything is so magical and unrealistic, like a dream in another world.

Song Heping couldn't help but yawn as he felt tired. He turned to the cook not far away and said, "Cook, I'll leave this to you. I'm going to take a nap. I'm so tired."

"Go to sleep. The Queen and the Hunter are watching. We're here. If anything goes wrong, I'll wake you up."

The cook's tone was unusually gentle, which was something rarely seen in him.

These days, the cook couldn't even imagine how Song Heping, Mist and Rabbani survived in this deserted plateau area.

Food, water and energy.

Each one is an extreme challenge.

Looking at Song Heping who fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes, the cook couldn't help but admire him secretly.

He is not someone who easily gives admiration, at least Song Heping is one who deserves respect.

If it were me, I would never be able to get out of the plateau alive.

Everything was exactly as Song Heping had imagined.

An hour later, the hunter lying in the observation position was the first to sound the alarm.

"At 10 o'clock, about 800 meters away, approximately 30 soldiers of the Revolutionary Brigade have appeared. Be alert."

The cook reached out and shook Song Heping awake.

Song Heping opened his red eyes. The cook apologized, "Sang, I have to interrupt your rest. Someone is coming."

"is it?"

Song Heping looked at his watch and saw that it was already an hour later.

At this moment, the cook's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

He took it out, looked at it, and handed it to Song Heping.

"Nasim's number."

Song Heping took the phone, looked at Mist beside him, then moved to the hunter's observation position and pressed the call button.

"Mr. Song, I'm at the coordinates you gave me, but I don't see you. Did I go the wrong way?"

Nasin seemed a little anxious.

Song Heping asked, "Did you see those border police cars? Did you see the people tied up in those cars?"

"I saw it. It was tied up like a dead pig. It's all there."

"That's right, the location is correct. Immediately set up guard posts nearby and spread out your troops to form a pocket formation. You will soon see the Revolutionary Brigade approaching. They are approximately five kilometers away and should arrive within half an hour. You have thirty minutes to prepare."

"Where are you?" Nasim asked.

Song Heping said, "I've already retreated to Afghanistan. Don't look for me. It's not convenient for us to meet this time. After I return, I'll find time to go over to the oil field and catch up with Mr. Afanti."

"Ok."

"Why don't you quickly arrange your people?"

"Yes!"

For some reason, Nasin responded with a "yes" as if he was talking to a superior.

After hanging up the phone, Song Heping took the observation mirror from the hunter and looked at the soldiers of the revolutionary brigade in the distance.

I saw that this search team was quite large, with about two platoons of soldiers, most of whom were lightly armed.

Song Heping magnified the image so that he could see their faces clearly.

The soldiers in every revolutionary brigade were quite exhausted.

Over the past few days, not only have I reached my limit, but the other party has also reached his limit.

The soldiers of the revolutionary brigade were actually quite capable. They had been active in this area for many years and had adapted to the terrain, climate and altitude here. Otherwise, they would have needed to be replaced in less than two days, let alone three days of continuous searches.

These people had no idea that they were heading towards death. They stretched and yawned as they walked.

In their opinion, perhaps after arriving near Ahwaz, the corrupt police had already done their job and were only there to collect the bodies.

After all, there are only three enemies, and one of them is a traitor.

There is a whole squadron of black police.

Even a super special forces soldier can only wait for death when faced with such a huge disparity in power.

So they seem very relaxed at this time.

But what they don’t know is that the more they relax, the faster they will die.

The Revolutionary Guard's Special Brigade has deployed two special companies at the front, with helicopters on standby nearby, and an army mountain regiment is on the way.

Not to mention the more than a thousand soldiers of the revolutionary brigade, even if there were twice as many, they would be doomed to die.

After watching for a while, Song Heping returned the observation mirror to the hunter: "Keep watching. Remember, do not disturb any armed personnel passing by here. Let them pass."

"No problem, boss."

Of course the hunter knew what Song Heping was going to do, and nodded with a smile.

……

I don’t know if it was because he was tired or caught a cold on the plateau, but the usually strong Kavasi actually started sneezing while sitting on the donkey.

I hit three in a row and couldn't stop.

He wiped his nose with the sleeve of his robe, cursed a few times, then turned around and waved to his men, saying, "Hurry up! Drive the donkeys faster! We have to get there soon!"

Behind him was a team of hundreds of people.

These are the search team members who received his orders and are moving towards here.

After gathering together, there were a total of one and a half battalions of troops. Except for some subordinates who came from other directions and did not join their team, most of the troops involved in the search were here.

Although he had a strong army, he was still a little uneasy.

He called Abel five minutes ago, but the call was busy and he couldn't get through.

This situation may occur because the signal is poor or the phone is out of battery.

Whatever the reason, it adds to the uncertainty of the whole thing.

So he decided to hurry up and reach the plateau area near Ahwaz.

The donkey was specially transferred here and was only obtained last night.

Normally they are used to transport goods. On the plateau, donkeys are a very good means of transportation, at least better than traveling on two legs.

Those three guys are really good at running.

Really can't catch up.

Can’t catch up…

Twenty minutes later, he finally approached the coordinates provided by Abel.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound of explosion.

No.

It's the sound of cannons!
It came from the direction of Avaz, which was roughly the coordinates Abel gave him.

"what happened!?"

Sitting on the donkey, holding the bridle, Kawasi was confused and surprised.

炮？
In order to encircle and annihilate those three people, the border police actually used cannons?
impossible!
"Gassem! Take a few people to the front to see what's going on!"

Kavasi's rich combat experience and years of caution made him decide to send out a reconnaissance team to see the situation first.

"Yes!"

Gasem, a scout of the revolutionary brigade, took a few of his men and rode donkeys towards the direction of the explosion and gunfire.

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