Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1064 I'm done playing!
"What?! A wanted criminal?!"

"He's third on the American bounty list?!"

"KB molecules?!"

"Samir! How could you bring someone like this here?!"

"Cooperate with this kind of person? What will the Americans think of us? Will they just label us as part of the terrorist organization and attack us together?!"

"Yes! What's the use of having the best equipment or the most money if you're dead?!"

The leaders were in an uproar; their initial desire for the equipment was instantly replaced by immense fear and rejection.

Their gazes toward Song Heping were filled with apprehension and hostility, as if he were a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Collaborating with a "terrorism operative" wanted globally by the United States?
This is simply playing with fire!

The ambiguous attitude of the Americans was already making them uneasy, and now that they've gotten involved with Song Heping, if the Americans decide they're accomplices, they'll be doomed!
Song Heping looked coldly at these spineless tribal militia leaders, feeling as disgusted as if he had eaten shit.

Spineless.

Ha ha.

A bunch of guys get scared of Americans.

Such a person, and such a person leading troops.

No wonder they were beaten so badly by 1515.

Samir's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly explained, "No! Listen to me! The boss, he..."

"enough!"

Song Heping's icy voice, like a drawn blade, instantly silenced all the noise.

His face was filled with a deep-seated indifference and mockery.

His sharp gaze swept over the panicked, suspicious, and selfish faces, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Every leader whose gaze fell upon him lowered his head unnaturally, not daring to look him in the eye.

Coward!

Song Heping couldn't help but curse inwardly.

He simply said loudly, "It seems that your interest in equipment and dollars is far less important than your opinion of Americans."

"Since you are all so afraid of being implicated and so protective of your reputation, then so be it."

He stood up, his movements swift and decisive, as if brushing off dust.

"I have no interest in Hadid's battle. You fight it yourselves. Find your own equipment. Earn your own money. I'm not involved in this anymore."

After saying that, Song Heping didn't even look at the dumbfounded leaders and the astonished Samir.

He turned around decisively, as if leaving a cesspool, and strode out of the campfire circle, heading straight for his tent.

"boss!"

Samir shouted anxiously, wanting to chase after him.

Nassin was also stunned on the spot.

I never expected Song Heping to walk away so decisively.

He glanced at Song Heping's retreating figure, then at the chaotic scene of the leaders looking at each other in bewilderment, his brows furrowing deeply.

Afanti has already made his purpose for coming here very clear.

Do everything in its power to contact and win over all the anti-1515 armed groups here, and train them into pro-Persian armed militia organizations for future use by the Shia Crescent.

Logically speaking, Song Heping is not the kind of person who is impulsive and would fly into a rage and become a hands-off manager just because of a few idle words.

I used to idolize him to the point of worship.

Why this time...

There was a deathly silence around the campfire.

Only the crackling of burning firewood seemed to mock the unpleasant and fruitless meeting.

The leaders looked at each other, their expressions complex—embarrassment, anger, but mostly a sense of relief and relief—although the equipment was hopeless, at least they wouldn't have to deal with that "plague god" anymore.

Hadid?
Let us follow the Lord's will!

Samir stood frozen in place, staring in the direction where Song Heping had disappeared. A huge sense of frustration welled up in his heart, but even more so, a deep sense of powerlessness.

Song Heping returned to his relatively tidy tent, slowly sat down, picked up the still-steaming teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and sipped it slowly.

We simply don't care.

Let's see how these militia leaders mess things up.

Suddenly, the tent flap was lifted, and Nassin strode in, his face showing confusion and a hint of displeasure.

“Song, what you just did…”

Nassin hesitated, then continued, "The general sent us here to support the resistance. If you just abandon us like this, and Hadid really falls, we..."

"Nasin."

Song Heping interrupted him, his voice leaving no room for argument, "Contact General Afanti immediately via satellite phone." "Now?" Nassin was taken aback.

"Yes, now."

Song Heping walked to the simple map and pointed to the long border between Iligo and Persia.

"Tell the general that the situation has changed. Hadid is under heavy attack from the main force of the 1515, and the situation is critical. However, the local resistance is disorganized and unable to form a united front. I need him to immediately arrange for manpower to find and establish at least three (A, B, C) absolutely concealed evacuation points on the side near the border! Requirements: located within our actual control or influence, no more than ten kilometers from the border, with complex terrain conducive to concealment and defense, and equipped with a rapid evacuation route into Persia. Each point must be stocked with at least a week's worth of basic supplies, fuel, and first-aid medicines. The operation must be swift and secretive! Once completed, send me the coordinates and contact information directly; do not leak them!"

Nassin listened to Song Heping's clear and cold order, his confusion deepening: "Evacuation point? Song, aren't we supposed to keep fighting here? Establishing an evacuation point... are you planning to abandon this place?"

This was completely contrary to the task he had been given and Song Heping's previous boastful words.

"Execute the order, Nassin."

Song Heping's gaze was sharp as a knife. "This isn't giving up, it's a tactical retreat. Do as I say, immediately!"

Seeing the unwavering look in Song Heping's eyes, Nassin knew that arguing was pointless, so he could only suppress his doubts, stand at attention, and reply, "Yes! I'll contact them right away!"

After saying that, he turned and quickly left.

No sooner had Nassin left than Samir stormed in, his face flushed with anger: "Boss! What did you mean just now?! You're abandoning us?! What about Hadid?! What about Hadid?! What about Bakhda?! You clearly had a plan! You had the equipment! You had the money! You even had the elite Persians! Why did you stand by and watch us die?! Have you forgotten what you told me last night?!"

Faced with Samir's barrage of questions and his almost fiery gaze, Song Heping remained unusually calm.

He pointed to the cot: "Sit down, Samir."

“I can’t fit!” Samir growled.

Song Heping didn't press the matter. He walked to the map, pointed to the location representing Hadid, and said in a voice that was calm to the point of being cruel:

"Samir, calm down and use your brain instead of using your blood to become cannon fodder. War is not a game; once you die, you can't start over."

He poked the map hard with his finger.

"First, look at the people who came today. They're a disorganized bunch, each with their own agenda. Fear has overwhelmed their courage, and selfishness has eclipsed the bigger picture. Expect them to help you relieve Hadid's siege? Even if they agree under pressure today, if the fighting really starts, as long as the 1515mm artillery fire is strong enough, they'll run faster than rabbits! This kind of alliance is like tofu skin, it will collapse at the slightest touch! Not only will it not save them, it will also drag down the rest of your own people!"

"second."

Song Heping continued tapping the map: "The equipment and funds will take at least five days to arrive for the first batch! And the quantity is limited! What do you have now? Eight hundred men, a thousand? A few hundred broken guns, and not enough ammunition! You're sending me with this little bit of resources to charge into the well-equipped, reckless 1515 army? To relieve Hadid? What's the difference between that and herding a flock of sheep into a wolf's den? Do you want your brothers to die even faster? A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; preserving our strength is the key!"

"third."

Song Heping turned his gaze to Samir: "From now on, listen to my orders: you and your men, immediately cease all proactive combat operations against 1515! Shrink the defensive lines! Abandon those scattered outposts on the periphery that are difficult to defend! Transfer all the soldiers of the 'Jieli Army' who are still capable of fighting towards the Persian border! Find new, more concealed camps closer to the border, where we can more easily provide support! Move quickly and covertly! Let 1515 temporarily forget our existence!"

"what?!"

Samir could hardly believe his ears.

"Retreat?! Retreat?! Give up resistance?! Boss! If Hadid falls, Tikrit is impossible to defend! If Tikrit falls, 1515's army will be heading straight for Bakhta! There are no natural defenses there! At most half a month! The capital will fall! By then, everything will be over! What use will it be if we preserve our strength?! To become bandits on the land of a conquered nation?!"

"If you save people but lose land, you can save both people and land. If you save land but lose people, you can lose both people and land."

Song Heping asked in a deep voice, "Have you ever heard this saying before?"

“What do you mean by saving lives but losing land…” Samir shook his head: “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Song Heping sighed and said, "I really should give you a selection of the leader's works."

“I don’t need any anthology now. All I know is that my homeland is going to perish! I don’t want to see those Levantine black flags flying all over this land! I know this isn’t your country, this isn’t your war, you can be indifferent! But I! Can’t remain unmoved!”

"Calm down! You idiot!"

Faced with Samir's almost desperate roar, Song Heping shook his head with unusual certainty: "No, Samir, Bakda will not fall."

Samir was taken aback: "What makes you so sure?! Hadid is under attack now, and at this rate, it won't last five days! Then it'll be Tikrit! After that, it'll be Bakda! At the current pace of 1515, it won't even take a month!"

"That's all."

Song Heping pulled an encrypted tablet from under the cot, opened a document, and handed it to Samir.

The screen displayed the latest intelligence summary sent by Henry, all in English.

"Take a look at this. My intelligence chief, Henry, just sent it last night. He used a lot of connections and intercepted some... interesting information."

Samir suspiciously took the tablet and quickly browsed it. The contents of the document were shocking:
Intercepted encrypted communications (source unknown, highly reliable): General Lloyd, commander of U.S. Central Command, and White House National Security Advisor Susan held three highly encrypted video conferences in the past 72 hours.

The core issue: assessing the impact of the rapidly deteriorating situation in northwestern Iligo on U.S. strategic interests, and... whether to authorize direct military strikes (including airstrikes and special operations) against Target 1515.

Summary of NATO's emergency consultations: Foreign ministers and defense ministers from the UK, France, Germany, Canada, and other countries held intensive talks over the past week. Key discussions included: coordinating responses to the 1515 threat, intelligence sharing, and… the possibility of forming a joint military intervention force led by the US military.

The document specifically notes that France's attitude was the most proactive, followed closely by the United Kingdom.

Satellite imagery analysis shows unusually high activity at the U.S. military base in Camp Arifjan, Kuwait, with multiple KC-135 tanker aircraft and E-3 early warning aircraft frequently taking off and landing.

A squadron of F-15E and F-16CJ fighter jets originally deployed at Al Udeid Air Base in Qatar was observed conducting intensive long-range ground attack drills, with payloads including precision-guided bombs (JDAMs) and anti-radiation missiles (HARMs).

More importantly, a company from the 75th Ranger Regiment and helicopters from the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (SOAR) have been confirmed to have been transferred from Afghanistan to Kuwait.

An anonymous source said a squadron of the British SAS Special Air Service is on high alert and ready to be deployed to RAF Akrotiri in Cyprus as a potential rapid response force.

"This this……"

Samir stared at the intelligence reports, his eyes widening and his breathing becoming rapid. "The Americans...they...they're really going to make a move?!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)