Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 591 Touching the Whistle
In a valley in the mountains near the Afghanistan-Pakistan border, two Taliban militants sat behind the grass.

The temperature in the mountains drops sharply at night. Even if you wear a long robe with a long shirt underneath, you still feel a chill when the cold wind blows into your neck.

Afghan men usually wear a long robe called a Shalwar Kameez, and most of them wear a turban, but they usually call it a hat, which can protect the head from the strong sun in places like Afghanistan.

One of the older militants stretched and yawned.

He looked back at the young man beside him and suddenly found that he had fallen asleep leaning against the pile of earth.

This couldn't help but make him a little angry.

I am ten years older than him, and he was the first one to give up!
Good news has been coming from everywhere these days. The main force of Ata has achieved great success against the US-UK coalition forces near the border.

At this time, only a few hundred troops were left in the hinterland near the border to be responsible for the security of the command center. The rest had been deployed in the direction of Maaruf and Shinkai. The farthest armed forces even advanced to the vicinity of Jaldak, only a few dozen kilometers away from Kandahar.

It can be said that the main force has pushed the line of fire forward, and the US and British troops are withdrawing from the area. This is a rare major victory in recent years.

Therefore, the old Taliban members felt that keeping watch tonight was actually unnecessary. Even if the US military were to come, they would first clash with the armed forces on the front line.

"Wake up! You lazy bastard!"

He couldn't help but push the young man next to him.

"You actually fell asleep!"

Old Ata looked a little angry.

The young man was pushed unexpectedly and almost fell to the ground, and suddenly woke up.

He muttered and sat up straight, but he didn't dare to get angry. He could only try his best to keep his eyelids open and look around.

But after looking for a long time, I didn't see anything.

The moonlight is very weak and it is cloudy tonight, so the visibility is not very good.

After trying for a while, his eyelids began to feel heavy again, and sleepiness was tormenting him again.

Just as the old Ata and the young Ata member were cursing each other in their hearts, on a hilltop about two hundred meters away from them, Song Heping put down the VECTOR military binoculars in his hand, turned his head and made a capture gesture to Jiang Feng next to him.

Jiang Feng gave the order in the channel: "Outside 230, two targets, and they must be alive."

The four members of the Falcon Special Operations Platoon retreated quietly like lizards, then took off their tactical bags, checked their equipment again, removed the extra items and handed them to their teammates, ensuring that no extra noise would be made while moving.

Then two of them were armed with guns and the other two were unarmed, and they quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Song Heping raised the VECTOR military telescope again and aimed it at the two sentries.

The vision is very clear.

The American equipment is really good. This telescope alone can make Song Heping drool. The maximum ranging distance is 25 kilometers, and the ranging error is less than 0.1 meter. It can be used in conjunction with the digital map in the individual soldier's smartphone, and can also be integrated into the army's scout digital system. Through the coordinated use of laser ranging and digital maps, it can calibrate important enemy targets and indicate target location information in real time, and call for fire support at any time to carry out fire coverage or precision strikes.

It’s really good stuff!
He once asked Ferrari to select more and better equipment for the Falcon Company. After all, if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. These special forces members are being trained to be the core combat assets of the company in the future, so they must be given the best.

Even though he had a very good relationship with the US military stationed in Iraq, he still could not get the top-level military equipment because these things were strictly controlled. Each one had to be numbered and registered, and if one was lost, a report had to be written to explain the reason.

Although there is no monetary reward for completing this mission, being able to directly obtain 12 sets of such top-level equipment cannot be considered as completely unprofitable.

Four soldiers from the Falcon Squad appeared in the camera. They had already circled behind the two sentries and were slowly moving towards each other's backs from both sides of the slope, sticking to the edge of the slope.

In Song Heping's view, now is the time to test the results of Gray Wolf's more than one year as training director at the Falcon School in Venezuela.

The two sentinels are valuable, and we should be able to obtain some useful information from them.

The four Falcons were extremely cautious.

When walking, lift your feet high and step lightly.

This action would look funny to an outsider.

But those in the know will understand that this is very necessary.

No matter where you are, whether in water, jungle, or ordinary mountains, walking with your feet elevated will avoid scratching obstacles such as stones, plants, and vines on the ground.

Walking as usual wouldn't work. If they kicked a small stone or got caught on a vine, it would make a terrible noise in the silent night, ruining the entire scout operation!

The two Ata militants were completely unaware that four death gods had appeared behind them.

Old Ata was teaching young Ata a lesson, nagging him to cheer up, but as he was talking, he couldn't help but yawn.

Before Old Ata could finish yawning and close his mouth, a big hand suddenly covered his mouth tightly from behind.

The four men acted like flies swooping down on rabbits, working in groups of two. As swift as lightning across the night sky, they pinned the two Ata sentries to the ground, tied one up, and covered the mouth of the other. The whole process of capturing prisoners was smooth and fluid.

In the distance, Jiang Feng looked at the situation and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Old squad leader, these team members have trained very well..."

Song Heping nodded slightly. Seeing that he had successfully touched the whistle and there was no noise, he put down the telescope with satisfaction.

"Let's go and interrogate him."

When he got up and headed for the prisoner capture point, Song Heping couldn't help but glance at the two American soldiers hiding stealthily nearby.

One of them is called Will and the other is called Dax.

They were all sent by Miles to follow the operation. Miles said that they were responsible for liaising with the US Air Force and various arms, providing air support to the squadron in times of crisis, and were TACP experts (Tactical Air Traffic Control).

But Song Heping felt that there was something fishy going on.

Although we don't understand TACP, we can still call for air support.

Send two people specifically to serve as liaison officers and air tactical controllers?
It seems a bit redundant.

But he didn't ask. Because even if he did, it would be useless, there would be no answer.

Before setting off, Song Heping reminded Jiang Feng to be careful of these two guys.

As he passed by them, Song Heping caught a glimpse of two people squatting beside a rock, holding a special smartphone in their hands, seemingly receiving something, with the screen glowing with a low-brightness light.

This type of military smartphone is actually a model customized by the US military from mobile phone companies. It not only has a very pure civilian system that can be used as a general mobile phone, but also has a built-in US military combat terminal system. It can not only be used for communication, but can even connect to high-altitude drones, control artillery, remote-controlled machine gun weapon stations, and turrets, etc.

Seeing Song Heping and others passing by, Willy stood up tactfully.

"Excellent work."

His words sounded like a compliment.

Song Heping nodded and said nothing.

The two sides have a cooperative relationship, but Willy looks very enthusiastic, completely different from ordinary American soldiers, and even has a bit of fawning attitude.

Being courteous for nothing...

Song Heping was not the type of person who kept people at a distance, but he was always wary of these two, as he always felt there was something of a conspiracy going on.

When they arrived at the capture point, the two Ata members had been tied up like pigs and thrown to the ground.

Song Heping asked Gabriel, "Have you sent out guards?"

Gabriel replied: "We have sent them all. If anyone gets close, we will find out."

"Well, you did a good job. The assessment is considered to be at a passing level."

Then he squatted down in front of Old Ata, pushed up his night vision goggles, looked at the middle-aged man with a full beard in front of him in the moonlight, and said, "I'm going to let you speak now, but you must answer my questions honestly and don't play tricks. Otherwise, there is only one word - death. Do you understand?"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Rabbani and asked him to translate.

Rabbani quickly repeated it to the other party in Pashto.

The old Ata nodded repeatedly.

Song Heping reached out and pulled out the field scarf that was used as a gag from his mouth. He was about to ask a question when he suddenly heard Old Ata opening his mouth and shouting.

Song Heping drew his gun without hesitation and shot a bullet into the opponent's head in the shortest time possible.

Old Ata fell to the ground in the dust, his brains and blood splattering all over the young Ata members beside him.

Song Heping sighed and asked Rabbani, "Are the people of Ata so reckless?"

Rabbani turned pale and nodded.

Maybe he was afraid.

After all, the Ata organization is not an ordinary armed organization. Some of their beliefs can make them risk their lives and cannot be speculated by common sense.

Song Heping turned to the young Ata member and said, "Did you see what happened to him? If you want the same thing, you can shout later and I'll send you packing."

The young Ata member's face was blurred in the darkness, but he nodded desperately, looking terrified.

There was a reason why Song Heping asked Old Ata first.

Old Ata usually stays in the organization for a long time and is generally more loyal.

The qualifications of the young Ata elements are certainly not as good as those of the old Ata elements, so their loyalty must be relatively weak.

Killing the monkey will naturally scare the chicken.

Song Heping pulled the field scarf from his mouth and pointed the gun in his hand at the other party.

As expected, the young Ata member did not shout or scream. He was very obedient and scared. He sat on the ground with his head bent, like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

"Do you know the current whereabouts of the American officer you captured?"

"I don't know, I really don't know, I don't know where he is at all."

The young Ata member shook his head like a rattle when he heard this.

Song Heping laughed: "You can't even lie."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pressed the silenced P226 pistol against the other person's forehead.

"If you really didn't know about this, how could you say you didn't know where 'him' was? I'll give you five seconds to tell me the answer you want."

As he spoke, his finger was already on the trigger.

The young Ata member's face suddenly turned pale.

He finally understood that the person in front of him was measuring his subconscious.

If I didn't know, I would have been surprised and asked "What American military officer?" instead of saying that I didn't know where the officer was...

"one……"

"two……"

"three……"

"Four……"

When he counted to four, the young Taliban member nearly collapsed, shaking his head and crying, "I know this man. He was taken away by Husseini. I really don't know where he is now!"

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