Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 744: One Strike and a Defeat

In front of two armed pickup trucks, the militant leader wearing a red hat put down the binoculars in his hand with satisfaction.

Because he had already seen his troops attacking the village.

In fact, this was completely beyond my expectations.

The guys who came back earlier said that several armed men came to the village, and they were obviously very professional military personnel. They beat nearly a platoon of soldiers to a pulp with just a few guns.

From morning till now, since several soldiers from his company came here to ask for food and killed several villagers, causing an exchange of fire, more than a dozen of his people have died.

This piqued the interest of the leader.

According to previous intelligence, there is only a village called Koma nearby, but there are no northern government forces active here.

After the breakthrough on the western front yesterday, the northern army began to retreat northward, and the defense line completely collapsed.

And I was on the Eastern Front.

The situation here is completely different. Because it is close to Ethiopia, both sides try to avoid exchanging fire too close to the border. After all, guns have no eyes. If the shells fly to the neighboring country and cause the Ethiopian military to take action, it would be a loss.

Therefore, this is the location where the intensity of firefighting is the least on the entire front line.

I actually lost more than a dozen people here.

He couldn't accept this result.

Now seeing his subordinates easily attack the village, the leader named Wengdi felt that he had been deceived by his subordinates.

Perhaps it was because his incompetent subordinates had been beaten to a pulp by the villagers, and in order to avoid being scolded, they boasted about the professional military personnel in Koma Village in front of him...

"I'm going to kill that Leia when I get back! What professional military personnel? I didn't see a single one. They're all lies..."

Before he could finish his words, several of his men who had been listening to him vent his anger suddenly saw their company commander's head being smashed like a ripe watermelon by a hammer, and red and white blood splattered all over their heads and faces.

No one screamed.

But people began to flee in all directions.

Da da da--

Da da da--

Next, the machine gunner died.

The two machine gunners were still twisting their hips and enjoying the crushing heavy firepower output very comfortably. Looking at the dilapidated wooden houses that were cut in half by the bullets they fired, they sang little songs in their mouths, but unexpectedly, a bullet suddenly flew from behind and sent them directly to see God.

blah blah-

Da da da--

There was a burst of gunfire.

Some militants fought back.

But the scene was too chaotic and there was no one to take command.

After firing a few shots, they had no idea where the enemy was.

The company commander is dead.

The machine gunner is dead.

Some veterans with some combat experience wanted to grab the two DShK heavy machine guns.

Unexpectedly, he was shot down as soon as he climbed onto the truck bed, and became a warm corpse.

It won't take a minute.

More than half of the dozen militants who had originally surrounded the pickup truck were killed or injured. Suddenly, one of the remaining people stood up and ran away, shouting "We were ambushed by government forces!"
Damn government forces.

Look at these militants who are on the verge of collapse.

Song Heping couldn't help but think of a rumor.

It is said that the black uncle who studied in Shiyuan but had poor grades returned to Africa and transformed himself into a backbone of the army, leading his troops to sweep across neighboring countries.

I always thought it was exaggerated before.

But seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times.

Now Song Heping understood.

Even graduates who have received six months of preparatory squad leader training in the teaching team are more than qualified to serve as regimental commanders or brigade commanders here.

Just this fighting spirit.

Song Heping and Jiang Feng quickly searched to the pickup truck, and after quickly killing all the militants who were still breathing, they were both dumbfounded.

"Everyone ran away?"

Jiang Feng looked at the militants who were still running in the distance and didn't even know how to divide into groups to cover the retreat. He was completely unable to understand their behavior with normal military thinking.

However, he quickly found a way to punish these guys - he jumped into the car, operated the 12.7-caliber DShK heavy machine gun, turned the gun and fired a few long bursts at the guys who were fleeing madly without caring about their heads.

All, all, all—

All, all, all—

The large-caliber bullets directly intercepted and interrupted those rubbish militants who were fleeing in groups and didn't even know how to turn around and fire alternately to provide cover.

Some people even had their legs separated from their bodies. After running a few steps, their legs fell to the ground first.

"You go around on the left, and I'll go on the right."

Song Heping didn't want to waste any more time here. He let Nura get on the car and jumped onto the truck bed. He checked the machine gun and ammunition, then patted the cab and said, "Quick! Go around to the right!"

A few minutes later, a strange scene appeared around Koma Village.

Song Heping and Jiang Feng stood in the truck bed and crazily fired at the militants who were scattered around the village and deployed for attack from a distance of 200 meters.

The powerful firepower frightened the militants who were only armed with AK47 and FAL old automatic rifles.

I couldn't find my superior on the intercom. I couldn't defeat him.

More than a hundred people were like a hundred sheep that had taken the wrong medicine, being driven around by two armed pickup trucks.

In the end, they were all gone.

Only the barrels of the DShK heavy machine guns on the two pickup trucks were faintly visible in red, emitting puffs of white smoke.

In Koma Village.

"Carpenter" Danny thought he would die here today.

Two fists are no match for four hands.

Dozens of rebels poured into the village from all directions.

He couldn't hold on with just one gun.

In the end, he was trapped on the water tower at the entrance of the village and could only rely on this only concrete building to save his life temporarily.

Looking out into the village from the water tower's lookout, Danny saw the rebels storming the church.

He saw the devout and stubborn priest Jose walk out of the church door, and just as he opened his arms to stop the militants, he was shot into a sieve by the rain of bullets - in the face of barbarism and force, even God was powerless.

Just when he was in great pain but helpless, the gunfire stopped abruptly.

Soon, he realized that this was not a trap set by the militants.

Because he saw the militants begin to withdraw from the village, each one running faster than a rabbit, looking extremely embarrassed, as if some monster suddenly appeared in the village and was chasing them.

A few minutes later, after making sure there was no ambush, Danny carefully came down from the water tower.

The village was in ruins.

Many houses were knocked down by large-caliber machine guns.

Wherever the militants passed by, they would throw flames and set houses on fire.

The villagers' houses were originally made of branches tied together and covered with mud. When lit by fire, they became barbecue grills.

There are corpses everywhere...

Man's.

Woman's.

Children's...

Most of the militants are teenagers.

But these guys are more bloodthirsty than any adult.

Just as I rushed back to the church, I suddenly saw a dark shadow flash in front of me.

gun!
Danny caught a glimpse of the weapon in the other person's hand, and immediately raised the muzzle of his gun as quickly as possible, aiming it at the other person.

"Carpenter!"

The other party first shouted out his occupation.

"It's us!"

Danny looked closely.

It’s one of those two Chinese guys, named Jiang Feng or something.

Look again at the person coming out from behind the corner of the house behind Jiang Feng.

He recognized that it was Song Heping.

He knew that this person must be from the special forces.

He also knew that Song Heping had also seen through his background, but they just tacitly did not reveal each other's identities.

"Poor old José..."

Danny came to Father Jose, knelt on one knee, and made the sign of the cross with his hands.

Song Heping passed by him and said, "Don't believe in God too much. He can't help you."

Having said that, he walked straight into the church.

As soon as he entered the church, a cold light suddenly shot out from the door and pierced Song Heping's neck.

Song Heping subconsciously stepped back, dodged, drew his gun, and aimed—

"Maria?"

When he saw clearly the person who was stabbing him with a knife, Song Heping lowered his gun.

Doctor Maria looked utterly miserable at this moment. Her clothes were torn, revealing her snow-white shoulders and chest strap. Her eyes were filled with fear, and she clutched a scalpel in her hand...

"Relax... the militants have been killed by us..."

Song Heping put his gun back into its holster and slowly approached Maria.

"Give me the knife, it's very sharp, be careful not to cut yourself..."

He has to be careful.

Because Maria's emotions are very unstable.

jingle——

The scalpel fell to the ground.

Maria rushed over, threw herself into Song Heping's arms, and cried unrestrainedly.

Noura happened to come in and saw this scene. Her eyes fell on Maria with messy hair, and she felt a sour feeling in her heart for no reason.

(End of this chapter)