Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 366: Risking Your Life

This time, Song Heping did not dare to stop. He ran for two kilometers and found a cave under a big tree by the river. He squatted beside the cave and imitated two bird calls.

"Song!"

Morins came out from inside and saw Song Heping, who was like a ghost in the darkness in front of him. He excitedly reached out to grab the other's arm.

"hiss--"

His grab made Song Heping gasp in pain.

"Release your claws, it hurts."

Molins was surprised: "Are you injured?"

"Don't worry about it. These superficial wounds aren't a big deal." Song Heping said, "Just listen to me now. Run north immediately, to your ELN camp. You should be familiar with the jungle here, right? Don't get lost. I can't protect you. Run and find reinforcements, and then bring them back to me."

"Brother, I can't abandon you." Morins said with great loyalty, "If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago. Now that I'm in this situation, if I leave you here and run away, am I still a human being?"

Song Heping was so angry that he laughed.

To be honest, Morins is not bad. He is loyal and a tough guy, but his individual fighting quality is not very good. Although he has been a guerrilla in the jungle for so many years and is more than capable of dealing with ordinary government forces, he is now facing a group of green berets who are known as jungle warfare experts. This guy is not up to the task.

Think about what happened just now, I almost died at the hands of the other party, let alone Morins?
Now, if the Green Beret can kill Morins, they will be considered successful, and their trip to South America will be a complete failure.

No matter what, Morins cannot die.

Of course, if I die, it will be because I didn’t learn the skills well enough, and I can’t blame anyone else.

If you want to make money on the edge of a knife, you must have the courage to die.

"Why don't you understand? You're the fucking key to this matter. If you die, everything will be meaningless. Do you understand? I've put a huge gamble on this deal by coming here to discuss business with you. If you die, who the hell will buy my arms?! If you really accept my favor, and we're all out of danger, you can buy more arms from me and attract more customers here. I don't mind drug dealers or anything like that, as long as you don't undercut me on the price!"

Song Heping was not so greedy for money that he still wanted to talk business at this time, but things had come to this point and he had already risked his life for this guy. It would be a waste of time if he didn't let him buy more of his own weapons in the future to help him gain a foothold in South America!
"Don't worry, brother. As long as I'm alive, I'll buy all the ELN weapons from you, unless you're out of stock!"

Morins slapped his chest so hard that it made a loud banging sound. He wished he could use a knife to cut open his chest and take out his heart to show Song Heping.

"Alright, stop talking nonsense. Run quickly and do what I say. The sooner you find someone and come back to me, the safer I'll be. If you stay here, I can't guarantee you'll survive. If that happens, I'll have to take care of you, and I'll risk my life too! It's not worth it!"

Song Heping's words hit the nail on the head.

If you wanted to run, you would have run long ago.

Now that we are being targeted by the Green Beret, we can only run one person, so let Morins run.

"it is good!"

Morins is not a fussy person and he knows the pros and cons of it very well.

Since Song Heping had said this, he had no choice but to do as he was told.

"Don't worry, I'll run back as fast as I can to call for help. I believe my men have already organized themselves and are heading into the mountains to find me. I'll go north, then west, and I think I'll run into them. I know which route they usually take."

After saying this, Morins stood up to leave.

After taking two steps, he turned around and looked at Song Heping again.

Song Heping could only wave his hand at him again, urging him on like a duck: "Get out! Those Americans will catch up soon!"

Only then did Morins grit his teeth and disappear into the darkness.

Song Heping looked around and reached out to break off a plant next to him.

Then he ran a few steps south and broke off another plant branch.

He left traces on purpose.

The purpose is to prevent the green berets from tracking him down.

These guys are actually quite annoying. Although I killed a few of them, I still got stuck with them.

You can't get rid of them just by running.

It seems that the only way is to lure them along and wear them down, to see who has a thicker health bar and who makes a mistake first.

Whoever is wrong will die.

The murderous intent was already rising, and Song Heping's evil nature of never admitting defeat came up again.

He was not afraid at all, but excited instead. Now he no longer regarded this confrontation as a battle, but as an ultimate killing game.

Top special forces soldiers all have this kind of mentality. When they are trapped in the killing field, the wildness deposited in their blood will surface.

The smell of blood is not scary, but exciting.

In the past, Song Heping has clashed with US special forces many times, including top teams such as "Watchmen".

This time it’s the Green Beret, the king of jungle warfare.

The higher-end the prey, the more likely it is to attract the interest of a killer like Song Heping.

He decided to wipe out the other team.

There are eight people on the other side, and I have killed four of them so far.

In other words, there are only four people left on the other side.

Based on Song Heping's analysis of the situation he had observed before, he found that two of the four people had been responsible for covering the rear and were obviously injured.

To defeat a team, you have to start from their weakest link, just like a wild beast hunting in the wild, it will always choose the weakest one in the target group to attack, and the chance of success will be much greater.

Attacking the two remaining men was undoubtedly the best option, but now they were following me closely, making it very difficult to circumvent them and reach the end. He had to find a suitable location and opportunity to delay the two in front, then find a way to get behind them. Since they had previously used him as bait to confuse him and allow him to attack from behind, he could use their own tactics against them and let them experience the pain of being stabbed in the ass.

But now he faced a problem, that is, he had not much ammunition left, and he only had two grenades left. He also lost his pistol during the fight with Roger.

He quickly checked his ammunition and found that the magazine was full with only one round left, and there were no new magazines on his tactical vest.

That is, the last 30 bullets.

With this amount of ammunition, it would be difficult to kill four enemies.

He suddenly regretted not asking Morins for some ammunition before. The two of them were so busy chatting that they actually forgot about it!
Really terrible!
A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

Song Heping suddenly remembered that four people on the other side had died, which meant there were four bodies.

It was impossible for them to move forward with the corpse. They had been chasing me quickly before, so they must have left the corpse there temporarily and would come back to clean it up after the mission was completed.

They couldn't even take the weapons and equipment from the body. Maybe they would take some, but not all, not even the guns.

After all, in the jungle, no one wants to carry an extra assault rifle, and no one thinks that more grenades and other things are better. Any extra weight will consume more physical strength, which is obviously unwise.

corpse...

Ha ha.

This is an ammunition depot.

The sky gradually brightened and Song Heping looked at his watch.

It was a quarter past five in the morning.

Although the light in the jungle was still dim, it was not as dark as before.

He took off his night vision goggles and put them away, then took out a map and quickly determined a location.

It was a corner where the river turned, with steep mountains on both sides. To get there, one had to pass through a rocky beach about three meters wide with rugged rocks.

This position is a good place for sniping.

As long as the other party dares to chase me, I will kill at least one of them right there.

Just as Song Heping was heading towards the rocky beach, James and his men were already standing in front of Roger's body.

There was blood all over the floor.

And Roger's pale face.

For a moment, Colonel James thought of giving up the pursuit of Song Heping.

But the next second, he was overwhelmed by his anger again.

If he fails to capture Song Heping today, he, as a colonel, will probably lose his reputation in this jungle and never get it back.

How does Colombia see itself?
How do your superiors view you?
Will Special Operations Command subject itself to a court-martial?
These are all problems.

At this time, James was like a mad bull that had stepped into a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper and unable to extricate himself.

"Colonel...that guy is a master of jungle warfare. I suspect he's from a top special forces unit. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so powerful. He's definitely an expert..."

After examining Roger's body, Franklin made a chilling judgment.

His eyes fell on a Glock 17 pistol. He reached out and picked it up, then began to examine it carefully.

There was blood on the gun handle.

Franklin took out a cotton ball, dipped it in the blood, put it in a sealed bag, and stuffed it into his tactical bag.

Then he looked at James.

"I found his blood sample. We can create a file for him when we get back and put it into the database for comparison. Colonel... there's no rush for revenge..."

His advice did not calm James down.

"Franklin, are you scared?"

Franklin swallowed and wanted to say that he was scared.

Because when you encounter an opponent of this level in the jungle, there is not much chance of tracking and killing him.

Just saying that he was "afraid" would mean he couldn't let go of the dignity of a professional soldier.

"No…Colonel, if you insist on continuing, I will obey orders."

"That's good." James said expressionlessly, his tone as hard as cast iron: "Then continue."

After saying that, he continued forward with the gun.

Franklin looked at Lucas and Sonny, who also had numb expressions.

"Ugh……"

Finally, Franklin got up and followed James.

The four-member team continued on their journey, but their morale was no longer as high as before, and they no longer had the confidence they had before.

Looking at the blurry jungle in the distance, everyone felt like it was a bloody mouth ready to devour lives, and there was an unknown fear in their hearts.

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(End of this chapter)