Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1006 A Bold Idea!
After finishing his sentence, before Simon could respond, Song Heping abruptly cut off the communication.

The encrypted phone screen went dark instantly.

In the soundproof communications room, only his heavy heartbeat and the faint sound of airflow from the vents remained.

He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his mind raced...

The shadows of Mossad and the F-15I loomed heavy in my mind.

Passive defense, relying on SAM-6 and deception tactics to hold out in the Gobi Desert?

The chances of success are slim.

'Cube' (NATO designation for the SAM-6 system radar) is too old.

The F-15I's AN/APG-63(V)3 radar has a detection range far exceeding ours, and its "Litening" target designation pod allows them to lock onto targets from tens of kilometers away.

Not to mention the Paveway IV laser-guided bombs and Rampage standoff missiles they carry, which have long range and high accuracy.

When the radar of the SAM-6 system is turned on, it illuminates the targets for the F-15I's HARM anti-radiation missiles.

Ground-based launch sites are basically just waiting to die!

You must take the initiative!

We must find their weaknesses!
F-15I…

voyage…

From the land of the hoopoe to North Darfur, a straight-line distance of over 2000 kilometers, carrying heavy weapons to carry out strike missions, they must…

A thought cleaved through the fog in his mind like lightning—

In-flight refueling!

He suddenly opened his eyes, strode out of the communications room, and returned to the electronic sand table in the command center.

Jiang Feng and the other core officers looked at him with solemn expressions.

"Jiang Feng, how far does it take for the Hoopoe's F-15I, fully loaded with precision-guided munitions, to fly from the Negev Air Base to here?"

Song Heping's voice carried a hint of urgency.

Jiang Feng thought for a moment and immediately replied, "The straight-line distance is over two thousand kilometers. Considering the possibility of detours to avoid sensitive airspace, the actual flight distance is at least two thousand three hundred to two thousand five hundred kilometers."

The F-15I's maximum combat radius, when equipped with external fuel tanks and in air-to-air configuration, can approach 2,000 kilometers. However, when carrying heavy ground-attack munitions, especially standoff weapons, its combat radius will be significantly reduced. They will almost certainly require aerial refueling support to conduct deep strikes!

"Keep going... Mid-air refueling... That's right! Keep going!"

A chilling glint flashed in Song Heping's eyes.

"This is their Achilles' heel after their long march! It's also our only possible chance! If only we could find out when and where they refuel..."

"Old squad leader, what's wrong with you...?"

Jiang Feng saw Song Heping muttering to himself as if in a dream, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Song Heping is facing a lot of pressure lately.

They have just returned from a fierce battle in Lebia.

He was somewhat worried that Song Heping's taut nerves might snap...

"Their aerial refueling point is a weak link. The SAM-6 might be a bit limited in its ability to engage F-15Is, but what if it were to engage tankers?"

"Refueling aircraft?"

Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, then went dark again.

"Sergeant, are you kidding me? Aerial refueling points are military secrets, how would we know where they are?"

"Um……"

A slight smile appeared on Song Heping's lips.

He glanced at his watch, then clapped his hands and said, "Starting today, we're on high alert, with 24-hour shifts. Now, those who need to go home and rest, go home and rest. Those who need to stay on duty, stay on duty. Don't crowd here. That's all for today..."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Jiang Feng quickly pulled him back.

"Old squad leader...we haven't come up with a plan to deal with the hoopoe yet! Should we all disband now?"

"Disband."

Song Heping stretched.

"Have the kitchen make some late-night snacks. After eating, go about your business. I'm tired too, so I'll rest early tonight."

"That……"

"What?"

"plan?"

"We'll discuss it again tomorrow. Wait for my news; it'll definitely be a surprise for you!"

Song Heping stopped arguing and strode away from the command center.

Staying here is definitely a waste of time.

Now they had to wait for the most accurate intelligence. And the intelligence agent was none other than Simon, the deputy director at CIA headquarters in Langley, USA.

Today, he is Song Heping's most powerful trump card.

Song Heping believed that Simon was a smart man.

He will definitely obtain the information he wants as quickly as possible and then report it to me.

As if to confirm his suspicions, just one day later, the encrypted satellite phone started vibrating violently again.

"Song!"

Simon's voice carried a mixture of near-exhaustion and barely suppressed excitement. "What you wanted... it fucking killed me! It involved three 'mole's' that had been lying dormant for over ten years, and one of them... might have already been exposed... Listen!"

He spoke extremely fast, as if afraid of being interrupted at any moment:

[Confirmed: Falcon Nest - Negev 119 'Bat' Squadron.]

Falcon model: F-15I Ra'am (Thunder) x 4.

Claws: GBU-54 LJDAM (Laser-Integrated Direct Attack Munition) x 8, SPICE-2000 ER (Extended Range Satellite/Inertial + Terminal Infrared Imaging Guided Bomb) x 4.

Escort: AN/ALQ-131(V) Deeply Upgraded Electronic Warfare Pod.

H-1 aircraft take off on the day the storm arrives (one hour before the airstrike begins).

[Key Route!] Take off from Negev Air Base -> Westbound Mediterranean route -> In-flight refueling in international airspace about 40 nautical miles (74 kilometers) north of Benghazi (expected to be carried out by KC-707 'Cutsword' tanker) -> Enter Lebanese airspace -> Turn southeast and head straight for the Darfur target area.

The approximate coordinates of the refueling point are: 32°15'N, 19°50'E.

Time window: Approximately 45 minutes after the storm arrives (H-1) (depending on air speed and air traffic control).

The encryption for gopher communication remains the 'Seal of Solomon'.

Did you all hear me clearly?

Send me a message to my encrypted email address!

"Damn it! Weren't you supposed to have special training? You can't even remember this part of the information source?!"

Simon finally found an opportunity to mock Song Heping.

Song Heping disagreed, saying, "No, I can remember, but when it comes to life and death, I must be careful, besides..."

He gave another cold smile.

Sending an email leaves a trace, and I've gained another clue about you.

"FUCK!"

Simon felt an urge to draw his gun.

Even though we're thousands of miles apart, I still want to shoot that bastard Song Heping dead!
Shameless!
insidious!

cunning!

Cruel!

All sorts of dark adjectives floated through Simon's mind.

Back in Iligo, I really shouldn't have provoked that scoundrel!
"OK! I'll send it!"

He gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

Once you're on the pirate ship, you have no choice but to listen to the pirates...

Fifteen minutes later.

North Darfur base command center.

Dead!

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the electronic sand table.

A clear red dotted line extends from the Hoopoe base in Gef, crosses the middle of the Mediterranean, pauses briefly at a point marked with approximate coordinates (40 nautical miles north of Benghazi), and then turns southeast, heading straight for North Darfur!

"Refueling point...in the Mediterranean...international airspace..."

Jiang Feng murmured, his eyes gleaming with disbelief.

"They have to stop! During the few minutes of refueling, their speed is slow, their altitude is relatively fixed, their maneuverability is reduced to a minimum, and their electronic countermeasures mode may be switched... This is the most vulnerable and unavoidable moment of their entire flight!"

"That's right!"

Song Heping slammed his hand on the edge of the sand table, his voice resolute and filled with a desperate madness, “For their ‘falcons’ to fly this far to peck at us, they’ll have to stop halfway to ‘drink water’! While they’re ‘drinking water,’ we’ll overturn their ‘water basins’ along with their ‘falcons’! We’ll move the battlefield to the Mediterranean! Even if the F-15Is can escape, their refueling planes won’t be able to escape!”

His gaze sharpened as he swept over all the core members in the command center: "Abandon the planned mobile defense in the 'Rock' zone! New target: the Mediterranean refueling point! Disassemble our SAM-6s, load them onto ships, and transport them to the sea! Take them out while they are refueling!"

"Move to the sea?!"

Even Jiang Feng, a veteran of countless battles, was taken aback by the sheer madness of this plan and gasped in shock.

"Sergeant! The SAM-6 isn't a Stinger! It's a massive system that requires heavy vehicles to transport! Radar vehicle, command vehicle, launchers, missiles! How do you disassemble it? How do you transport it? How do you deploy it on a rocky sea? How do you aim it? This...this is simply..."

Two words flashed through his mind—he's gone mad!
　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)