Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1015 Precise Deployment
North Darfur, the underground command center deep within the "Musician" defense base.

The thick concrete shielded the space from the harsh cold and wind of the desert night, while the dim emergency lights barely dispelled the darkness in the corners, casting a somber, dark gold hue over the entire space.

A huge, precisely proportioned map of a local war zone in North Africa is laid out on a heavy table made of ammunition boxes, with colored magnets representing the enemy's and our own situation densely covering it, like a condensed, boiling war sandbox.

The dense clusters of blue magnets representing the GNA armed forces are pressing down on the rough markers that mark the border between Lebia and North Darfur, a shocking sight.

Song Heping stood at the head of the sand table, his hands resting on the edge of the table, his body leaning slightly forward, like a fully drawn bow.

His gaze swept back and forth across the thick line on the map that marked the boundary between life and death, and the virtual flight path that meandered from Alexandria toward the southern Mediterranean (representing a possible attack route for the F-15I), each movement carrying immense weight.

"so……"

Suddenly, he spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, instantly suppressing the slight murmurs and breathing sounds inside the bunker.

"I have to stay here."

"Song! I object!"

The Ferrari jerked to its feet, the wooden ammunition box groaning under the strain.

His voice rose a few decibels, buzzing and echoing in the confined space, filled with undisguised anxiety, “This is insane! It’s practically suicide! You are the target! The only, the biggest target! The ‘Seagull’ interception plan… God help it, it sounds like science fiction! If there’s even a one in ten thousand deviation, if even one fighter jet breaks through the interception, laser-guided bombs will rain down on the roof of this command post with pinpoint accuracy! Gathering you and this sand table into vaporization! You should go to Khartoum, immediately! Right now! There are safe houses there! Remote command is still possible…”

"I agree with Ferrari's view."

Henry pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and stood on Ferrari's side.

"The risks Ferrari mentioned are real, Song. This is not the time to act rashly. MI6 and Mossad's recent involvement in Lebanon far exceeds the norm. The fragmented signals we intercepted and the feedback from our informants corroborate each other, confirming that more than one SAS 'chair' team has been secretly deployed. What's more troublesome is that Mossad's sharpest 'bayonet'—the Alpha Group of Operation Masada—has also been confirmed to have entered the country."

He pulled up the intelligence summary on his tablet and projected it onto the slightly blurry screen next to him. It showed several processed satellite photos and blurry sketches of informants, depicting several well-equipped and extremely secretive squads.

“On their mission list, guiding bombing and ‘targeted killing’ of you are at least equal priorities, or even the latter may be higher.”

He paused, then emphasized, tapping his finger on the location of several scattered red dots (GNA reconnaissance teams) near the border.

"Those GNA reconnaissance teams that flutter around the border like fleas are smokescreens, bait, cannon fodder specifically designed to distract us and wear us down. The real eyes and knives are these professional butchers lurking in the shadows!"

Song Heping's gaze slowly swept over each face inside the bunker, whether solemn, anxious, or full of trust.

The hunter, clutching his sniper rifle, stood like a silent, hard rock, only his occasional blinks revealing the predator's sharpness...

Jiang Feng toyed with a shiny, old coin with its edges worn sharp between his fingers. The coin twirled between his fingers, each turn reflecting the dim light and highlighting the calm calculation in his eyes...

The polar bear's massive body leaned against the cold concrete wall, its muscular arms wrapped around itself, a hint of almost ferocious anticipation playing on its lips, like a polar bear that had caught the scent of blood...

His wife, the Queen, sat on an ammunition box in the corner, her head bowed, meticulously wiping the slide of a Glock 19 silenced pistol with a piece of deerskin. Her movements were as gentle as caressing a lover's skin, and a cold glint occasionally flashed in her emerald eyes beneath her lowered eyelids.

He finally turned his gaze back to the sand table, to the mark that represented his position, which was deliberately painted in a glaring red.

He didn't pick it up, but instead bent his knuckles and gently tapped the red mark with an unquestionable certainty.

"Tuk, duh."

The sound was clear, echoing in the silent bunker.

"I can only stay here."

Song Heping's voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"That's how they'll come. That's how they'll follow the route we've 'set' for them."

He looked up, his gaze intense, as if piercing through the thick concrete to see Haftar's soldiers outside, clutching their rifles in the makeshift barracks and behind sandbag bunkers.

"What are Haftar's five thousand men? They're an army made of sand! A disorganized mess! Why are they willing to fight alongside us? Because of money? Yes. Because of weapons? Also yes. But the most important thing..."

He paused for a moment, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Because they see me here! In the same sandpit as them, eating the same sand, under the same sky where bombs could fall at any moment and blast them to pieces! If I run away, in their eyes, it's like the flag has fallen! Their spirit will be shattered! These five thousand men will turn and run at the first wave of GNA shelling, and even turn their guns against us to save their lives! All our plans will instantly become a mirage in the desert!" He suddenly straightened up, his body taut like a javelin, his arm swinging out like a battle sword, pointing to a town in Lebia marked with a red circle on the map—Desert City.

That was once Haftar's stronghold, a vital transportation hub for the northward advance from southern Lebanon, and a strategic pass leading to the heart of Lebanon.

"This time, it's not just about defense! It's not just about shooting down a few of their arrogant bombers!"

His finger pressed heavily on the mark of the desert city, as if trying to push it deep into the map.

"Once the 'Seagull' succeeds, the hoopoe's 'Thunder' will be crippled, and it will be the clarion call for Haftar's armed counterattack! It's time to sound the charge!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with the fervor of iron and fire: "Take it! Pierce our outpost into Lebanese soil! Then head north and drive Saif and the British back into the sea!"

A scorching fighting spirit, mixed with the smell of blood and gunpowder, instantly spread through the bunker. Even Ferrari's tense expression relaxed slightly, and a flame was ignited deep in his eyes.

That's the kind of aura that rises when a gambler bets their entire fortune, or when a wild beast sniffs out freedom and prey at the edge of a trap.

"Hunter! Jiang Feng!"

Song Heping's voice was resolute, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

"To!"

The two figures instantly straightened from their respective positions, like two crossbow bolts ready to be released.

"Take your men, plus a 'Rattlesnake' platoon from the Special Operations Company, and infiltrate through the 'Scorpion Tail' passage on the northwest side. Target area: E7 Canyon Exit. That's the most likely infiltration corridor for the SAS 'Chair' squad. Hold them there, don't let a single fly through!"

"Understood! I guarantee not even a gerbil can squeeze through!"

The hunter's lips curled into a cold and cruel smile, like the crosshairs in a scope.

The coin that was tossed between Jiang Feng's fingers was clenched tightly into his palm with a "snap".

"Polar Bear! Queen!"

"exist!"

The polar bear's roar was like a muffled thunderclap, making the air buzz.

The Queen raised her head, her emerald eyes gleaming with an inorganic, cold light in the dim light, like a feline eyeing its prey.

"You two, husband and wife, will lead the 'Polaris' platoon and be responsible for the 'Hyena' Pass in the southeast. Mossad's 'Alpha' bayonet squad will almost certainly take that route. Don't let them get within 50 kilometers of the base alive!"

"That suits me perfectly. I've been wanting to meet this legendary special forces unit for a long time."

The polar bear grinned, revealing its dazzlingly white teeth, its massive body radiating a bloodthirsty excitement.

The Queen silently and slowly pulled back the slide of her silenced pistol, producing a soft but chilling "click" sound, like a viper flicking its tongue.

"Henry."

Song Heping turned to the intelligence officer and said, "Keep a close eye on MI6 and Mossad. Gather all relevant intelligence to the best of your ability and report back to me immediately!"

"clear."

Henry nodded slightly.

"Meeting adjourned! Everyone back to your positions!"

Song Heping suddenly waved his hand, as if signaling the start of an attack.

Only when he arrived did he turn his gaze to Haftar in the corner.

"General, it's time. Load your men's guns and draw their swords. They should even sleep with their guns in their arms. You and my company's 6,000 mercenaries will cross the border to the north as soon as the Hoopoe Air Force's F-15I is shot down, and launch a fierce attack on all the troops Saif has assembled at the border!"

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