Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 715 Fatal Confrontation
The moment Song Heping fell down, he saw the damn Mk VII jumping and breaking into two pieces in the sand pit. The twenty grams of RDX explosives had been soaked into a dark red by moisture - just like the nosebleed splattering at this moment, sizzling on the hot sand.

“Dud?”

Jiang Feng sat slumped in the sand pit, with half a fuse disc still stuck to the sole of his boot and his calves trembling.

Anyone who gets frightened like this will be scared to death.

It was really dangerous just now.

If the mine explodes uncontrollably, both men will be seriously injured if not killed.

Song Heping spat out the sand in his mouth and picked up the blackened detonator with trembling fingers.

The Roman numeral "VII" on the inside of the copper shell is oxidizing and peeling off, revealing the smaller German inscription "Zünder 43" underneath - this is a double trap that was modified after the German army captured it in North Africa in 1943. The second fuse will be activated if the first disassembly fails.

In other words, this fuse had been dismantled once by German engineers and was now ineffective.

Cold sweat slid down Song Heping's forehead.

This was more exciting than any mine clearance he had ever done before.

"They're coming!"

Antonov, who was on lookout, issued a warning.

Song Heping pulled Jiang Feng up, then returned to Sarah, carried her on his back, and led them towards the buildings ahead.

As night fell, Yager finally led his remaining commandos to the riverbed.

From a distance, the dilapidated buildings built of rocks were connected together and appeared blurred in the twilight.

The weathered sandstone glowed pale in the moonlight. Lieutenant Colonel Yager's military boots rolled over a metal plate engraved with German. The strange touch from the sole of his boots made this battle-hardened Israeli soldier freeze instantly.

Behind him, twelve Mossad commandos fanned out, their night vision goggles in their desert camouflage uniforms glowing with a faint green light.

“Everyone stop!”

Jager's voice exploded in the tactical headset, but it was too late.

When the first S-type jumping mine was launched into the air two meters high, the young Private Cohen was adjusting his goggles.

This top student from the Tel Aviv Military Academy never understood until his death why the German-made Schrapnellmine from seventy years ago could still accurately bite his throat.

The horizontal killing zone formed by the 5mm steel balls swept across like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and three bodies sprayed out blood mist at the same time.

"Spread out! Find cover!"

Yager's roar was drowned out by the successive explosions.

The dry riverbed suddenly came alive, barbed cast iron fragments flew in the sand waves raised by the TNT explosives, and a team member's tactical vest pendant fell to his feet with a clink - it was half of a finger with a wedding ring.

Song Heping pressed his cheek against the crack of the castle's arrow slit and stared outside. A symphony of death was being performed a hundred meters away.

He could clearly see the moment when a Mossad commando stepped on a detonating mine. The man's left leg disappeared as if it had been eaten by an invisible beast, but his body continued to rush forward due to inertia, leaving a five-meter-long blood trail on the sand.

"That's great! I suddenly like the British."

Antonov's smiling face resembled a simple Siberian brown bear. This former Russian Air Force pilot had just left a secret passage in the minefield - a zigzag path marked with camel thorns, which now lay quietly in the moonlight.

It's just that the Mossad commandos didn't notice this detail.

Every time they strayed from the camel thorn and headed for death, Antonov would hide behind the wall with an unkind smile on his face, watching them approach the end of their lives.

It was quiet outside.

The Mossad commando who was blinded by the mine was really unlucky.

The helicopter crashed and most of the people on board died.

I thought I could easily kill the unarmed Song Heping this time and let his body rot in this desolate desert.

Unexpectedly, the first ones to rot might be himself and his companions.

"Don't move, there are mines here..."

In the moonlight, Yager looked around.

Soon he despaired.

There is the same sand everywhere, and it is impossible to tell where it is safe and where it is unsafe.

Of course, there are safe places, which are the small areas where the explosions killed his men.

But it's impossible to get close to the building with just these.

This place is still hundreds of meters away from the building.

Although it doesn't sound like a long distance.

But some things are just a little bit off.

Even if they retreated now, shooting at Song Heping and the others from a distance of a hundred meters or even launching rifle grenades would be of no avail.

Although those ancient buildings that look old and dilapidated appear to be shaky on the surface, they are actually built of stones. They can survive hundreds of years of wind and sand and are absolutely sturdy and durable.

"I want to go out."

Song Heping picked up the old British army bayonet and suddenly made up his mind: "You guys stay here, I'm going to get something back."

"go out?"

Antonov was very surprised.

"What are you going out to get?"

Song Heping pointed outside: "Weapons, food and water."

"Are you crazy?!" Antonov screamed in a low voice: "Just relying on the bayonet on you!?"

"They were attacking in groups just now, and now one of the groups has been blown up. I'm guessing several commandos are either dead or injured. This is just a ready-made opportunity. At worst, we can just finish them off. It's not difficult."

"It's not difficult..." Antonov suddenly found that Song Heping was braver than anyone he had ever met.

In this situation, he actually wanted to launch a sneak attack and collect supplies.

Before Song Heping could persuade him again, he had already gone to the other side of the building and slipped out through a side door.

A minute later, in the riverbed to the left of the Mossad assault team, Song Heping moved along the sandstone cracks like a gecko.

His target was a lone commando, and he walked close to the rock wall because the risk of mines there was much smaller.

Every move carries huge risks.

Antonov is right.

I'm really crazy.

But in the current situation, if they can't get water and food, I'm afraid that several people will starve to death or die of thirst in that ancient building before sunset tomorrow.

Finally, he heard wailing sounds ahead.

That was the cry of a Mossad commando who stepped on a landmine and was injured.

Just from the wailing, Song Heping could judge the number of people and whether they were injured.

After turning a corner ahead, a dying Mossad commando appeared in front of me.

The guy was lying on the ground with blood all over his legs, one of which seemed to be broken.

The British engineers who once laid mines here used many types of mines, including mines captured from the German army. They also modified some of them very elegantly, setting them up as various chain mines, booby traps and the like. If someone enters here, the chance of walking out alive is very low unless they are experts in bomb disposal.

He moved up to the Mossad commando like a ghost.

The other party finally saw the shadow on the ground.

I looked up and saw Song Heping.

"Shh-"

Song Heping put his index finger on his lips as if coaxing a child and made a gesture to him to keep quiet.

The Mossad commando never expected that the target was not hiding in the ancient building, but dared to run out and come to him silently.

His teammates were just over ten meters away, finishing off the enemy, but their view was blocked by the crisscrossing rock walls and they couldn't see him.

"save……"

He opened his mouth to call for help, and didn't even think of drawing his pistol to fight back.

Unfortunately, Song Heping would not give him any chance to speak.

The slightly rusty British bayonet pierced from the side of the neck, directly penetrating the throat and vocal cords. The Mossad commando twitched and struggled a few times like a fish that was caught and held ashore.

At this time, another Mossad commando who had been unconscious suddenly woke up.

He was blown over by the blast caused by the landmine, with a lot of shrapnel embedded in his body and his face covered in blood.

As a soldier who had received special operations training, he still exerted his physical potential to the extreme. His gun was blown away, and he rushed forward and hugged Song Heping.

Song Heping was shocked.

There are mines everywhere.

If you are pushed down by the opponent, you may step on a lucky mine and blow yourself away.

There was no time to pull out the bayonet, so Song Heping had to let go.

It was obvious that the other party wanted to die together with Song Heping.

As a seriously injured soldier, the most heroic thing to do is to die together with the enemy.

Song Heping lifted his left foot and stretched it backward, pressing it tightly against the rock wall to prevent the opponent from pushing him down. He dug two fingers of his right hand into the opponent's eye sockets, and used his other hand to punch the opponent's temple.

After two heavy blows, the remaining body finally collapsed.

He tore off the food, water, and weapons from the corpses, taking everything he could.

There was a rustling sound of footsteps not far away, followed by Yager's cry: "Albert! Frank!"

He kept calling the names of the two team members.

no respond.

Yager looked around, gritted his teeth and took the risk to walk slowly along the rock wall towards the place where the sound came from.

However, he only saw two bodies and a back figure.

That's Song Heping's.

Yager raised his hand, raised his gun and shot.

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Bullets rained down on Song Heping.

But before Yager could take aim, Song Heping had already disappeared in front of him.

"God damn it! Damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

Jager couldn't chase quickly enough.

This is a minefield.

He could only watch Song Heping's figure disappear around the corner, and then listen to the rustling sound of his shoes stepping on the sand as he gradually moved away and disappeared in the direction of the ancient building.

At this moment, Yager almost lost control.

(End of this chapter)