Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1 War Zone

Chapter 1 War Zone
"I am a prodigal who always walks alone into the distance. You are my woman in the vast sea of people. Every cold night on the road to a foreign land..."

The old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz L-type truck moved cautiously on the road outside Bakda. Xu Wei's "Hometown" echoed in the cab. The driver Aguan held the steering wheel and sang the lyrics like a husky in heat. , his expression was as high as if he had just come out of Wenzhou city.

In the passenger seat, Song Heping was playing with a Beretta 92F pistol.

This gun was given to me by my partner Lao Yao for self-defense when I went out.

Most handguns are not complex in construction.

He easily unloaded the magazine, took a look at the bullets inside, and after making sure there was no debris like sand, he opened the slide and glanced at the chamber and bolt. He couldn't help but remind the driver: " Aguan, this is a red zone, don’t just sing, if you see anything wrong, turn around and run away..."

The time now is 2003:9 a.m. on September 17, 5, which is the fifth month after the end of the US military's "Operation Iligo Freedom."

There was chaos everywhere in and outside the capital city of Bakeda. The smoke in the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the smell of death filled the lungs.

Although the US army had long announced that the military operation had been successfully concluded, the gunfire in Bakda City never stopped.

No matter how much the coalition spokesman boasted that the situation in Iligo was completely under control, it still could not stop the resistance organizations from carrying out various attacks.

Song Heping felt that these idiots were bragging.

Not to mention the area around Bakda, even the green zone established by the military in Bakda City is not completely safe. Mortar shells and even Katyusha rockets of unknown origin are fired into it every few days.

Two days ago, a Katyusha rocket landed in front of a large tent in the Green Zone, blowing two hapless soldiers standing in front of the tent chatting away with Coke to pieces.

Song Heping was not far away at that time, and a severed hand that was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside just landed at his feet. The thing was smoking and exuding a strange and familiar smell of barbecue, which made his stomach churn.

Although it is not safe anywhere right now, today's shipment must be delivered.

The delivery address this time is in Kazimierz, north of Bakda. Kazimier is in the non-security zone outside the city, and the delivery has to pass through a large red zone.

At present, the resistance organization in the city is very active, and small-scale firefights often occur, occasionally accompanied by IED and suicide BOOM attacks. Leaving the Green Zone means that the risk increases exponentially, and life may be lost.

The reason why I say it must be delivered is because the profit of this shipment is ridiculously high.

The goods in the truck are six 6KW generators, which are loaded in two trucks, one in front and one in the back, with three units in each truck.

The profit from selling this thing in a war zone is higher than selling Y.

The cost of each generator is only 4 RMB. This time, the rich people from Kazimierz tribe bought one for 12 yuan. Six generators can be sold for 6 yuan, excluding all kinds of miscellaneous expenses. In addition, he and the old demon can each get at least 48.

20 yuan can really solve a lot of problems, especially for a poor guy like Song Heping, it is tantamount to a sudden windfall.

In order to complete this business, Song Heping and Lao Yao invested all the funds in their stores.

More than 200,000 yuan is the money currently owned by Song Heping and Lao Yao.

That’s it, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle.

No, the bikes are gone.

Just after checking the pistol, he suddenly discovered that Aguan stopped singing.

"Why don't you sing anymore?"

Aguan looked a little nervous, glanced at the rear mirror and cursed: "Today is so unlucky!"

Song Heping hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

Aguan said: "There is a convoy of Americans behind us."

Song Heping quickly looked in the rearview mirror, and sure enough he saw the front face of a Stryker armored personnel carrier.

Like the common American armored vehicles in Bakdari, this Stryker has an explosion-proof grille installed on its body. Sandbags are stuffed in the grille, and a few thick pieces of wood are tied to the grille. Look. It sounds a bit cyberpunk.

In fact, this kind of design is very common on the battlefield of Yiligo, and it can be regarded as a kind of DIY anti-armor penetration.

Grilles, sandbags, and wood can provide a certain degree of protection when the vehicle is hit, especially against those RPG warheads with shaped energy explosions. As long as it is not in tandem mode, it is not a big problem to be hit by one shot.

Therefore, this unsophisticated method is very important for a crispy guy like Stryker whose side and tail armor cannot even stop 12.7-caliber bullets. Stryker of the US Army basically does this.

"Let them overtake." Song Heping immediately told Aguan: "Don't follow these idiots."

After saying that, he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie to contact the car behind him and asked the driver of the car behind, Fatty Tan, to drive slower so that the American convoy could pass by first.

Fatty Tan was also scolding her to cover up his panic.

Encountering coalition forces vehicles on the roads of Irigo is definitely not a good thing, and it's best to keep your distance from them, staying as far away from these unlucky creatures as possible to avoid being caught in the crossfire when local resistance groups attack the convoy. Although Irigo's regular army has long been defeated, a group of loyal suicide squads have organized themselves to resist everywhere, and attacking coalition convoys is their usual tactic.

Especially in recent times, attacks have been increasing. I don’t know if the anti-US armed forces also have KPIs to complete at the end of the year. After entering September, Song Heping could see the coalition soldiers who were attacked every day in the Green Zone being lifted off the rescue helicopter and sent to the hospital in blood. .

Song Heping sat up straight and began to observe the situation around the truck.

There are moderately steep hillsides on both sides of this road, densely covered with earth-yellow brick-concrete buildings, as if someone randomly scattered a lot of building blocks on the hillside, messy and dense.

About three hundred meters away from the top of the hill on the left side of the road, there is a towering chanting pagoda standing alone, coldly watching the cars coming and going on the road.

There is actually a big bell and an electric horn on the chanting tower. When one o'clock comes, the bell will be rung to chant sutras. When believers hear the sound of chanting sutras, they will immediately find a place to kneel down and worship no matter where they are.

There were not many pedestrians on both sides of the road, except for a woman wearing a black burqa that covered her whole body, walking alone on the right side of the road.

Aguan lightly applied the brakes and the truck slowed down.

The Stryker team passed by in a swish.

Song Heping simply counted. There were a total of 5 Strykers in this convoy, about 30 meters apart, in a typical highway formation.

When the fourth car passed, something suddenly happened.

boom--

The sudden explosion instantly stunned Song Heping in the cab.

About a hundred meters ahead, the huge mushroom mass formed by the explosion was like a monster emerging from the ground. It was wrapped in a dark red fire ball and easily threw the leading Stryker armored vehicle six or seven meters into the air.

The Stryker, which weighed sixteen tons, was no different from a paper toy under the huge explosion force.

"I lost-"

Aguan's eyes protruded an inch, and his curses were trembling.

Song Heping pushed this idiot who only cared about screaming into his seat with one hand to avoid the shock wave that was about to arrive.

"Get down!"

As soon as the two people lay down on the seats, they immediately felt the car body shaking violently.

Then a second explosion was heard.

boom--

The glass of the Mercedes-Benz L-shaped truck with more than 20 tons of cargo was completely shattered.

The second explosion came from the rear of the convoy!

The hair on Song Heping's whole body stood on end.

Damn it, this is cutting off the head, frying the tail and hitting the middle!