Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 585: Dangerous City
There were at least seven bodies lying on the ground next to the armored vehicle. It seemed that they were killed by light machine guns. Because the American soldiers were wearing bulletproof vests, the parts that were shot through were either limbs or heads.

The faces of several of them were smashed and their features could not be identified at all.

Jiang Feng turned his head away and whispered, "What a tragic death..."

Song Heping walked to the door of the Stryker armored vehicle and smelled a strong smell of blood. He looked inside and saw several bodies lying there. He turned to Jiang Feng and said, "There are even more tragic things in here."

Jiang Feng frowned and rubbed his nose.

At this moment, Gabriel came with his men carrying two ATAF militants who were still alive and threw them directly onto the road.

The two Ata members rolled on the ground, groaning and chanting "Allahu Akbar" in an attempt to reduce their physical pain and cheer themselves up.

Song Heping had been here before, and of course he knew that this was one of their beliefs.

They would shout this slogan when fighting.

I wanted to get some information from them, especially to know if there were any Ata's men in the remaining dozens of kilometers of the road so that my team could be prepared.

However, after asking a few questions, Song Heping realized that he had overlooked one thing: these two guys didn't even understand Arabic.

The little Arabic I learned in Irigo was of no use at all.

"What are they talking about?" Jiang Feng asked.

Song Heping said: "It's probably Pashto. There's nothing we can do. These two are worthless."

So he turned around and asked the American sergeant who had been following him: "Do you want these two?"

The American sergeant shook his head.

Song Heping didn't want to stay here any longer and wanted to hurry on, so he said to Gabriel, "You guys take care of it, we'll retreat."

Gabriel nodded, pulled out his pistol and fired two shots at the two Ata members lying on the ground.

bah—

bah—

After the gunshots rang out, a female American officer watching from the side protested: "You are violating the Geneva Convention! They are prisoners!"

Song Heping had already taken a few steps, but when he heard this, he turned back, stared at the female officer with the medical soldier badge, and walked up to her.

The female officer felt the murderous aura from Song Heping, her lips moved twice, and she subconsciously took a step back.

Song Heping said, "If you don't come here, will they die? Don't act like a saint in front of me."

After scolding this stupid woman, Song Heping turned around and walked straight to his car.

The American sergeant leading the team saw Song Heping about to leave and hurriedly asked, "Brother, where are you going?"

"Kandahar," Song Heping said, "we're going to the police station there."

The sergeant said, "We're going there too. Can we come together?"

Song Heping said: "We are in a hurry."

"Our radio station was blown up. Can we..."

"No."

Song Heping glanced at the female officer, pointed at her and said, "You have compassion. Use your compassion to influence the terrorists."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the convoy's engines roared as it drove towards Kandahar.

The convoy kicked up a cloud of dust, leaving these idiots eating dirt in the wind.

"Look, there seems to be someone over there."

Less than ten kilometers into the journey, headlights appeared ahead of the convoy. Jiang Feng immediately sounded the alarm: "Collins, keep your eyes on us! Moretti, slow down!"

Under the light, a group of soldiers appeared in the distance.

Seeing the soldiers in camouflage uniforms and the light cavalry-style armored personnel carrier parked on the side of the road, Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief and said, "British troops."

Seeing the convoy appear, the other side also became nervous, and the machine guns on the armored vehicles turned and aimed at the convoy where Song Heping was.

"Stop the car, I'll go down and take a look."

Moretti slammed on the brakes and pulled the Hummer over.

The British troops had already pointed their guns at Song Heping.

Song Heping shouted: "We are from the JF Group, PMC!"

The other party also saw Song Heping's attire clearly and lowered the gun.

The Jefferson Group has a lot of business here, so the British army is naturally familiar with it.

A British officer came up and took a look at Song Heping. He had basically concluded that the Chinese man in front of him was not Ata's man, but he still said very cautiously: "Procedures and documents."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and asked for his ID. Song Heping took out the identification documents of the J.F. Group from his pocket and handed them over.

After checking it, the British officer confirmed that it was correct, handed it back, and said, "Let's go. It's not safe here."

Song Heping recalled the American medical teams that had been attacked at the T-junction, so he asked curiously, "Brother, what happened here? Why is it so chaotic?"

The British officer's face didn't look good. Even standing under the headlights, he still looked extremely gloomy: "Mind your own business and leave!"

After saying that, he turned around and left without caring about Song Heping's reaction.

Song Heping was too lazy to argue with him. He was not going to deal with these idiots anyway, so he returned to his car and continued on his way.

The convoy continued along the highway towards Kandahar.

Along the way, we saw a large number of British troops retreating towards Kandahar. In addition to the regular army, we also saw a number of Afghan police forces wearing gray-blue clothes sitting in trucks and pickups.

They were sitting in the truck, many of them had bandages on their hands and heads, bleeding, and looked like a group of defeated soldiers.

Song Heping realized that something seemed to be wrong.

It seems that this is related to some major operation organized by Vice Admiral Charles. It is obvious that the operation not only failed to achieve its goal, but also led to a disastrous defeat.

The United States and Britain are supposedly allies of the same lineage, but for the sake of political interests, they stab each other in the back and even risk the lives of their own people.

In the eyes of politicians, soldiers' lives are worthless and are just bargaining chips.

After entering the city of Kandahar, we found that it was full of British troops. The coalition forces had a base in the suburbs, which was already crowded with people.

After much difficulty, we finally found the police station and discovered that the lights were still on. The guard at the door noticed the convoy and nervously dodged behind the corner instead of coming out to intercept us.

Just from this detail, Song Heping could tell that the training level of the police here was really not that good.

Before coming here, Song Heping conducted an investigation on the level of police training here. Before the US invasion, Ata was the boss here and they had their own police force.

But after the US military arrived, most of these people ran away. In fact, even if they didn't run away, they would not be able to work as police officers.

Therefore, the police here were re-recruited after the establishment of the new government. Some of them were soldiers from the rebel Northern Alliance who had been against Ata before, but most of them were newly recruited rookies who had not received any formal training at all. In addition, in recent years, the Ata organization has been making a lot of trouble here. Anyone who dares to be a policeman is a lackey of the Americans and a target of Ata's attack. In addition, the Americans like to send government troops and police forces to the front as cannon fodder when they take action. The casualty rate of the local police force is very high, and new blood can hardly be replenished. It is good to be able to find someone to be a policeman. As for quality and experience, there are basically no high requirements.

“Can you speak English?!”

The police station is a three-story building with a quite large yard.

Song Heping shouted at the cowering guards, "We are from the PMC company responsible for your military training..."

He was afraid those guys wouldn't understand what a PMC was, so he shouted again, "Military contractor! From the Jefferson Group!"

The door still didn't open.

One of the guards hiding inside turned and ran into the building.

Soon, a man came out of the building, stood vigilantly under the first-floor column, and shouted in English towards the gate: "Who are you? British? American? Or other Allied forces?"

Finally someone who understands English!

Song Heping immediately responded: "We are the mercenaries of the defense company, the contractors sent by the Jefferson Group to undertake the training mission for your Kandahar Police Department! Open the door and let us in!"

The man stood under the pillar, still watching.

Song Heping was very surprised at first, but then he understood.

Kandahar has always been an important city defended by the Southern Coalition Forces. There are a large number of US troops deployed here. It is hard to say what the situation will be like outside the city, but it is relatively safe inside the city.

These policemen are so scared, there is obviously only one reason - Kandahar is no longer safe!

When he thought of this, Song Heping felt under tremendous pressure.

This is the start of hell.

I thought I came here just to train the new recruits, but I didn't expect that when I arrived here, it had become a dangerous city.

"Any proof? The formalities! I'm talking about the formalities!"

The man standing under the pillar was extremely cautious and refused to show his head, as if he would be shot in the head if he showed his head.

Song Heping was immediately furious and couldn't help cursing, "If we were Taliban members, I would have driven my car right in here. Do you think this broken door can stop us?!"

"This is the rule. Identity verification is required. Please cooperate."

The guy hiding under the pillar is still as fearless as a dead pig.

Song Heping suddenly felt that the voice sounded familiar.

But for a moment I couldn't remember who it was.

But one thing is certain, I have seen it.

Suddenly, a name flashed through my mind.

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