Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 582: Firefight Ahead
Song Heping was no stranger to the southbound road from Kabul to Kandahar.

More than two years ago, he and the US Special Forces officer Mist disguised themselves as drug lords from Central Asia and headed south from here to Helmand Province to find Rabbani, an undercover agent of the Revolutionary Brigade. They went deep into the drug factory and guided the US military to launch a targeted elimination against him.

It was also because of the sudden change in the situation at that time that they were chased by the revolutionary brigade and were forced to continue retreating westward and finally entered Persia from the plateau area.

Returning to the old place at this time, looking out the car window at the street scenes and desolate scenery that had hardly changed and were even more dilapidated, as well as the villages destroyed by war, and the locals walking by the roadside with blank eyes when they saw the military vehicles, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

If a country falls into war, the ordinary people will suffer the most.

Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs.

China's traditional cultural wisdom has been nurtured over thousands of years, and those historical experiences always shine with the light of wisdom.

No time to sigh.

Song Heping is now more cautious.

I am really afraid of what will happen.

In places like Afghanistan, all military personnel, including the US military, will return to their outposts or camps at night unless there are special operations.

Staying outside is a very unwise choice.

But when we came out of Kabul, it was already half past four.

Kabul is more than 400 kilometers away from Kandahar, and the road is all in mountainous plateau areas. In this extremely poor country, not to mention highways, even the national highways are in tatters. American armored vehicles and tanks often run on these roads. Those who are familiar with tanks know that none of the roads that these things often run on are good roads.

The road was covered with yellow dust and everyone was covered with field scarves.

Song Heping had experience fighting in Afghanistan, and before setting off, he repeatedly reminded everyone to bring at least two field scarves.

This thing is a must-have in desert areas and places like Afghanistan. It can be used to wipe sweat, cover the head when afraid of the sun, cover the face to block wind and sand, filter dirty water when surviving in the wild, and make a simple fishing sieve.

The convoy had just passed Ganiz and run about a hundred kilometers when it began to darken.

"We estimate we won't reach Kandahar until at least 9: tonight. Trucks, please keep a safe distance between vehicles, drive with low lights, and keep your tarpaulins open. Each vehicle should have a security officer on duty to monitor the surroundings. Also, start checking your night vision goggles to see if they're functioning properly. Night is approaching, and I'm warning you, this is hell. Don't lose your life here. You'll only get your bonus if you return alive. I don't want the insurance company to pay out compensation to your loved ones."

Song Heping took the radio and began to give orders.

"First Platoon received."

"Second Platoon received."

Gabriel and Arthur's voices rang out on the channel.

Arthur was promoted to 2nd Platoon Leader because of his outstanding performance in the previous operation against Los Zetas in Mexico.

At present, the Falcon School hosted by Gray Wolf has three special operations platoons, two of which are relatively mature, namely Platoon One and Platoon Two. The third platoon is composed of new recruits who have been recruited for less than three months. Although these people have a certain military foundation before joining, some are veterans, some are former police officers, and some are even former gangsters from a South American country. They joined the Falcon School for various reasons.

According to Gray Wolf's plan, the first special operations company of the Falcon Special Forces School must use "Falcon" as its code name. The future goal may be a special operations battalion or a regiment, and the code names of the companies will be different, but the first special operations company will definitely have the most powerful combat effectiveness. Only the first company is qualified to be named "Falcon", representing the highest training level of this school.

The mercenaries in the first and second rows have all undergone at least eight months of special warfare training. This time, Song Heping brought them out so that they can truly join the specific business of the "Musician" Defense Company and play their role.

Moreover, the subsidies for missions are extremely generous.

When there is no deployment mission, their salary is only $1500. However, once deployed to a war zone, they will receive a monthly salary of $8000-20000 depending on the mission, and they will also receive commissions for special single missions.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

So no one is afraid of being deployed, but rather excited.

"Why isn't there even a village here?"

"Going to bed so early?"

"You still think you're in Venezuela? There aren't many people alive in Venezuelan schools after 8 p.m."

"Are you looking for girls with nice butts?" The next hundred kilometers went smoothly and there were no unexpected situations.

Occasionally, they saw a few figures appear on the roadside, but they were finally found to be villagers from nearby. The mercenaries in the special operations platoon were nervous for a moment, then they all relaxed and started a boring chat.

At 8:10 in the evening, the convoy had passed Jaldak and would enter Kandahar 40 kilometers further south.

Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief.

This should be no problem.

"Old squad leader, Afu Gan isn't that scary..."

Just as Jiang Feng turned around and teased Song Heping with a smile, intending to say that he was too nervous, he suddenly heard dense gunfire coming from the distance.

"Fuck me!"

He exclaimed.

"Fire exchange ahead!"

Everyone's nerves were immediately tense.

"What time is it?!"

"10 points!"

“It’s a bit far!”

The channel immediately became lively.

"Increase vigilance!"

Gabriel ordered the trucks into combat mode over the radio.

Everyone immediately squatted under the carriage barrier.

The fenders of military trucks have been reinforced with certain protection and have a certain bulletproof capability, capable of withstanding 7.62 caliber bullets.

Although the rebels operating in Afghanistan often use heavy machine guns such as DShK, it is better than nothing.

"The firefight is at the intersection ahead." Jiang Feng had already half of his body out of the machine gun position on the top of the Hummer. Through the night vision goggles, he saw the location of the firefight.

Song Heping also noticed muzzle flashes at the intersection ahead.

It can be seen that there are people there.

But are they enemies or our own people?
The situation is completely unclear.

The most troublesome thing in a battlefield like Afghanistan is encountering this situation.

Because the forces deployed here are multinational coalition forces, their radios are universal, but he and his men have just arrived, and the radios are independent and not connected to the coalition military channels.

This created a problem.

If you advance rashly without understanding the situation, you will be regarded as an enemy by both sides when you pass through the crossfire point. Falling into such a situation would be the most tragic.

"Stop the car, and get a team of three to follow me to take a look."

Song Heping made a quick judgment.

"Collins, you stay in the car and take charge of the radio and observation. Klein, you'll be in charge of the rooftop machine gun. Gabriel, Arthur, order everyone to get out of the car and find cover. Jiang Feng, take two people with me and go to the front to see what's going on."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)