Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 579: A Knife in the Back of an Ally
With Song Heping's current strength, he can really arrange to go to Kandahar on his own.

There are too many channels to enter Afghanistan.

I have carried out missions here with the ISA Army Intelligence Department before. At worst, I can ask their boss Nikki to make arrangements. She will definitely help with this small favor.

Major Blake probably didn't expect that the yellow man in front of him had such a stubborn temper.

He subconsciously wanted to have a fit.

But he quickly restrained himself.

The reason is very simple. Afghanistan is really in need of people. Lieutenant General Charles is in a hurry and is urging the country to send more troops all day long.

In the past week, he received and arranged the transfer of more than 2,000 mercenaries and British regular army soldiers.

Yesterday, the superiors also instructed that a group of British troops and PMC mercenaries would enter Afghanistan today, and asked Blake to organize and arrange the transfer no matter what, so that they could enter Afghanistan as quickly as possible and be deployed immediately.

If Song Heping in front of him really gets serious with him, he will definitely be the one who suffers in the end. As a mercenary, he probably won't be affected too much.

Major Black, believing he was porcelain and Song Heping was a jar, finally suppressed his anger and began to apologize: "I take back what I said and apologize for it. Song, I was so angry that I forgot to pick you up..."

He looked back at the captain and said, "Captain Leo, I will complain to the headquarters!"

Captain Leo didn't seem to care at all. He spread his hands and said, "That's your right."

After Blake finished speaking, he pulled Song Heping out.

Song Heping asked, "Major, I don't want to get involved in your military affairs, but I'm here to collect equipment. I have sixty-four people here. Please arrange for us to pick up the equipment immediately. After all, we will be flying to Kandahar in two hours."

Blake's face turned ugly, and he said awkwardly: "There is something I must tell you..."

He pursed his lips hard.

"Your equipment is gone."

"what?!"

A transport plane landed not far away, and the sound of its engine was deafening.

Song Heping thought he didn't hear clearly.

"No more equipment?"

"That's right..." Blake spread his hands helplessly. "Why else do you think I'm arguing with the Americans? I made a plan yesterday and declared your weapons, ammunition, and necessary equipment. But today, Captain Leo, who's in charge of the warehouse, told me that this equipment had been transferred to Afghanistan early this morning and given to other troops!"

Having said this, he was filled with righteous indignation, and his nose became even redder than before.

"This is crazy! This isn't the first time they've done this. Americans have been making mistakes lately. I think they're doing it on purpose!"

"You made a plan for the equipment you wanted, and they transferred it to you?" Song Heping simply couldn't believe it was true.

In the military, the dispatch of materials is very strict and has a very standardized system of management.

At least this kind of thing is unimaginable when I am in the army.

During an exercise, the weapons and ammunition of one of the companies were suddenly misallocated and ended up in the hands of another unit.

"Yes!" Major Black said, "I clearly submitted the plan, but the management said they hadn't seen it. I went to the warehouse, and they said it had already been shipped away!"

Song Heping said, "Why don't we just apply for another batch now? Isn't it just the equipment for two platoons? As long as they have guns, carrying gear, and basic ammunition, I can buy the rest or apply for it when we get to Kandahar."

Major Black said, "There's nothing we can do. There really isn't anything we can do... I wanted them to transfer two platoons' worth of equipment. There's a lot of American equipment in the warehouse, but they said that's part of their U.S. military program and they can't give it to us."

"The US military doesn't have it, but you British military do. At worst, we don't need the M4A1, we can just use the L85A1."

L85A1 is the standard rifle of the British Army. Since American weapons don’t have it, it’s OK to use British weapons, right?

Blake shook his head. "Really not... Our supplies are all in one place. Because of limited transportation capacity, a lot of this is done by coordinating with the US and renting US transport planes. But their efficiency has been very poor recently. A lot of our equipment and weapons have been left behind in the US and haven't been delivered on time. Our own army is really struggling..."

Song Heping understood.

This is not a surprise.

This is intentional, okay?
The Americans are really terrible at what they do.

They gave up the command half a year ago, and then handed over the command of more than 13,000 US combat troops to Charlize with full sincerity, and then asked Charlize and other coalition countries to increase troops. When the troops increased by 30,000 to 40,000, the Americans began to make trouble.

Anyway, those NATO coalition forces are already struggling to take on the main responsibility. Without the Americans, they can't even ensure the normal operation of supplies.

The Americans handed over the command of more than 10,000 combat troops, but the several thousand people responsible for logistical support did not hand over the power and were still under their independent control. This made it too easy for the British to make things difficult for them.

Absolutely!
It’s so fucking amazing!
The American military leaders and politicians in the White House probably expected this day to happen.

As long as they control the logistics, support and transportation, the British will sooner or later have to hand over command.

The purpose of forcing other allies to increase their troops has been achieved. After regaining power, it is impossible for the troops of other NATO countries, which originally had only a few thousand people but have now increased to tens of thousands, to withdraw. The withdrawal must be approved by the US military.

In this way, the rabbit jumped into the trap and the fat pig jumped into the pot. Americans love to stew and cook, isn't it just a matter of words?

"So what can you do to help us now?"

Song Heping looked at the innocent-looking British major in front of him and couldn't help but tease him.

"Even if you were asked to entertain the troops, you're not a woman!"

Major Black was humiliated, but there was nothing he could do.

I messed up myself.

The best way now is to appease the Chinese man in front of him and send him to Afghanistan.

He got on a plane and went to Afghanistan, and it had nothing to do with me anymore.

If there is a commotion here, it has something to do with me.

"At least I can arrange for everyone to have a meal in the cafeteria, and then arrange for you to board the plane..."

Song Heping originally wanted to humiliate the major again.

But after thinking about it, I gave up.

Shaming doesn't work.

Now that things have come to this, we can only find another way.

We’ll talk about it when we get to Kandahar.

So he asked Major Black to notify the British reception officers in Afghanistan and ask them if they could allocate a batch of weapons and ammunition there and hand them over to him after he got off the plane at Bakram Air Force Base.

If the British army does not have it, then coordinate with the British or American army. If that doesn't work, ask the French or Germans. French and German equipment can be used.

After hearing this, Major Blake nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay, I will definitely arrange it. Let's eat first."

Song Heping could only agree: "Okay, arrange for my people to have a meal first, and then let us get on the plane. Time is tight, and I don't want to argue with you here anymore."

"Okay, follow me to the restaurant, and I'll make sure you're satisfied with the food."

Major Blake was delighted to see Song Heping being so generous.

In order to appease Song Heping, he arranged Song Heping and two platoons to go to the military restaurant, had a good meal, and then took everyone to a hangar to have a good rest.

Two hours later, Song Heping boarded another flight to Bagram Air Base near Kabul.

However, he never expected that when he landed at Bagram Air Base, the major who came to receive and arrange their work would see Song Heping and his companions with nothing in their hands. He immediately glared at Song Heping and shouted, "What did you do? Where are your weapons? Where are your individual equipment? Where is your ammunition?! You came to Afghanistan empty-handed? Do you think you brought people here for tourism?"

Song Heping was completely speechless in front of this bunch of rubbish British officers.

He is supposed to be a calm person.

But I was still driven crazy by these British gay men.

It was you British who agreed to arrange weapons for us at the Manas Air Force Base. When we arrived at the destination, it was you British who said the weapons had been taken away. After we finally left the Manas Air Force Base and arrived at the Bagram Air Force Base in Afghanistan, you blame me?
"Major Black of Manas Air Force Base, didn't you call us and explain our situation? It was your original plan that went awry and caused us to not get our weapons and equipment, and now you're blaming me?"

"Blake?!" Major Baldwin, who was in charge of the call, spread his hands in confusion. "I didn't receive any call at all. He didn't tell me."

At this moment, Song Heping felt the blood rushing to his head.

If they were his subordinates, if they were his own troops, he could shoot the pig in front of him and the other pig in Manas Air Force Base to death right now!
He suddenly had a feeling that with the British and Americans acting so lamely, this war on terror might end up being a joke!
"Well, Major Baldwin, could you please arrange for two platoons of individual equipment for us now? We need to get to Kandahar before dark, and time is running out."

"Sorry, I can't do that." Major Baldwin shook his head. "I didn't receive any notice at all, so I'm not prepared. Applying for equipment requires writing a report and making a plan, and then submitting it to the superiors for approval. It will take a long time..."

"Grass mud horse!"

Song Heping finally couldn't bear it anymore.

It's a waste of my life to keep talking to this bunch of garbage.

If we can't reach Kandahar before dark, we won't be able to leave today.

The contract stipulates that we must arrive in Kandahar before midnight tonight at the latest.

If this is not done, it will probably give Elson a handle to play tricks when paying in the future.

"let's go!"

Song Heping was annoyed. He turned around and waved at his two platoons of men.

"Let's stop messing around with these Brits! Working with them will only get us killed sooner or later!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)