Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1070 Kill! Kill them all!

A series of earth-shattering explosions suddenly erupted at the narrowest point of the valley entrance.

It wasn't a sporadic explosion, but rather the simultaneous detonation of a meticulously arranged "Hellfire Array" by the engineering team of the "Sand Fox" squad, under the command of Song Heping. This array contained most of the camp's assets that couldn't be taken with them—tons of TNT, boxes of mortar shells and 122mm howitzer shells, dozens of 107mm rocket warheads, mixed with a dozen barrels of gasoline, and countless collected scraps of iron and bolts.

The explosion points were precisely calculated and concentrated in the most steep and vulnerable sections of the earthen cliffs on both sides, where the riverbed narrows to its narrowest point.

The violent shockwave, like an invisible, massive hammer, slammed into the convoy crowded at the entrance with devastating force.

The first few "Grim Reaper pickup trucks" were the first to be hit, instantly torn into twisted steel braids by the extremely violent air blast, and then the whole vehicle was thrown high into the air and disintegrated in mid-air like a toy.

Steel fragments, tires, and human remains mixed with scorching sand and searing flames, shooting outwards like a torrential rain of steel and flesh!
The left track of a makeshift tank was blown to pieces, and the massive vehicle tilted sharply to the left, crashing heavily to the ground and blocking the passage. It then rammed an armored truck that was trying to speed past, denting its front end.

Even more fatally, the already severely eroded earthen cliffs on both sides suffered catastrophic large-scale collapses due to the violent explosion.

Countless tons of sand and huge weathered rocks rolled down like a mudslide, burying everything in their path.

Several pickup trucks and an armored truck that attempted to force their way in were buried alive in an instant, barely managing to let out a desperate whimper.

The billowing smoke mixed with the fumes of the explosion, forming a churning, boiling wall of death tens of meters high. It not only instantly swallowed more than fifteen vehicles and dozens of armed men, but also acted like a gate falling from the sky, blocking the main force of 1515 from entering the river area!

The first strike was a perfect success!

This not only caused devastating initial casualties, but also completely disrupted the enemy's carefully organized offensive, ruthlessly cutting apart their massive forces.

"Rocket launcher! Fire!"

Song Heping seized the fleeting opportunity to attack, and his orders did not stop for a moment.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!"

A sharp, piercing whistling sound, as if it were tearing eardrums, instantly drowned out the aftershocks of the explosion.

The three 107mm rocket launchers, hidden in the sand dunes deep in the valley, unleashed their power instantly.

Thirty-six firing tubes emitted intense, dazzling tail flames almost simultaneously.

Thirty-six 107mm rockets, trailing long white smoke, pierced the scorching air and slammed into the following vehicles, which were blocked at the entrance and in chaos due to the sudden explosion and landslide.

"Boom! Boom boom boom boom boom—!!!"

The dense, almost intermittent explosions roared wildly behind the narrow entrance, creating a deafening symphony of death.

Flames erupted and thick smoke billowed from the convoy.

The terrifying coverage and fragmentation effect of the 107mm rocket were on full display at this moment.

The previously fervent religious slogans were instantly drowned out by the piercing, inhuman screams. This round of precise and deadly overhead artillery bombardment was like a huge, red-hot iron, scorching the nerve center of the 1515 armed force, causing devastating chaos and unprecedented psychological damage!
The momentum of the subsequent troops' offensive was halted.

"Anti-tank team! Target: surviving 'homemade tank'! Open fire!"

Samir's hoarse roar rang out amidst the explosion.

The modified "homemade tanks" posed the greatest threat to our side, not only because of their thick armor shells, but also because of the powerful KPV 14.5mm heavy machine guns mounted on their heads.

In the magical land of the Middle East, after years of war, some strange and homemade weapons have always emerged.

Despite its rough appearance, it is quite lethal.

On both sides of the valley, the "Competition" anti-tank missile teams, who had already locked onto their targets, pressed the launch button almost simultaneously.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh!”

Three missiles, trailing long, thin white plumes of smoke, sprang forth like deadly snakes from their lair, hurtling at an astonishing speed (approximately 200 meters per second) toward the three makeshift tanks that had just barely made it across the landslide area and were attempting to form a formation!
The "Match" missile uses semi-automatic command line guidance. After launch, the shooter only needs to lock the crosshairs of the sight onto the target, and the missile will automatically receive commands to correct its flight trajectory!
The driver of the first "homemade tank" had just recovered from the dizziness of the explosion's shockwave when he saw several "red dots" flying toward him in the distance like drunkards. He immediately sensed a deadly threat and swerved sharply to the left.

However, the heavy vehicle was slow to turn on the soft sand.

Too late!
As if guided by eyes, a "Match" missile precisely struck the right side of the track above the relatively thin and rough welded steel plate at the joint!
"boom--!!!"

A terrifying, muffled bang that made your heart stop.

The scorching metal jet instantly penetrated the weld seams of the steel plate, raging and exploding wildly inside the narrow vehicle.

The orange-red flames from the ammunition explosion erupted like a long-suppressed volcanic eruption, spewing out from the turret gaps, observation windows, and even the maintenance covers on the bottom of the vehicle.

The entire "makeshift tank" instantly turned into a huge fireball. The turret that was blown off was blasted more than ten meters into the air, rolled and crashed down, completely crushing the wreckage of a pickup truck next to it.

The passengers trapped inside, who hadn't even had a chance to climb out of the vehicle, were turned into mincemeat before they even had a chance to call for help.

The second missile, with surgical precision, struck the weakest point at the base where the turret of another "homemade tank" connected to the hull.

The violent explosion, like a giant axe, ripped the heavy KPV machine gun, along with its entire turret base, off the vehicle. It tumbled and crashed onto the sand like a discarded toy, kicking up clouds of dust.

Without its main weapon, the "earth tank" was like a giant python with its fangs pulled out and its spine broken, spinning futilely in place and emitting smoke, completely losing its threat.

The driver of the third "homemade tank" displayed an amazing survival instinct, slamming on the gas pedal and crashing into the burning wreckage of a pickup truck next to him the instant the missile was about to strike.

"boom!"

The missile detonated prematurely on the wreckage of the pickup truck. Although the violent explosion and flying debris could not penetrate the vehicle body, they destroyed the KPV heavy machine gun on the roof and damaged several wheels on its left side, rendering the behemoth completely immobile and unable to move.

"Good job!"

Samir let out an excited growl, quickly threw away the scalding hot disposable launcher, and grabbed the RPG-7 that had been prepared beside him.

"RPG squad! Take out that crippled tortoise and the armored truck behind it! Blow them to pieces!"

The militiamen on both sides of the valley were completely ignited by this overwhelming start.

The militiamen, who had initially been slightly fearful, went berserk and began to unleash a storm of bullets on the 1515 convoy.

“Da da da da—!”

“Dong dong dong dong——!”

The crisp, continuous bursts of fire from the PKM general-purpose machine gun and the deep, powerful roar of the DShK heavy machine gun finally erupted.

A dense hail of bullets swept across the riverbed, striking the motorcycles and pickup trucks that were darting about like headless flies.

The dozens of motorcycles and pickup trucks at the front of the convoy were instantly riddled with holes, sparks flying, tires bursting, and riders and vehicles overturning, as if they had crashed into a wall of death made of scorching metal! Bullets hitting the soft sand kicked up dense columns of yellowish-brown smoke; when they hit unprotected people, they exploded into blinding clouds of blood mist!
The screams instantly drowned out the sporadic gunfire of resistance!
The battle instantly entered its most bloody and intense phase!
While everyone else was in a state of high excitement, Song Heping remained unusually calm.

The 1515 armed group's ability to wreak havoc in multiple countries is no exaggeration, as its ferocity and resilience are well-deserved.

Sure enough, after a brief, hellish period of chaos, under the weight of deeply ingrained fanatical religious ideology and the bloody suppression of the overseers, the remaining militants let out even more frantic and hysterical howls.

"Charge! Kill them all!"

Thousands of extremist militants used the scattered vehicle wreckage and undulating sand dunes as cover, launching a fierce and chaotic counterattack against the suicide squad positions on both sides of the valley with their AK-47s, AKMs, RPG-7 rocket launchers, and even vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns.

In particular, the two armored trucks equipped with ZU-23-2 anti-aircraft guns, although damaged by the explosion and covered with dents and soot, still became the most terrifying mobile firing points.

“Boom boom boom boom!!!”

The distinctive gunshot of the ZU-23-2 anti-aircraft gun is extremely intimidating; just hearing the sound can send shivers down one's spine.

This rapid-fire weapon, originally designed to deal with low-flying aircraft, is now being brutally fired horizontally at infantry and makeshift bunkers, its power being nothing short of devastating!

23mm high-explosive rounds and deadly armor-piercing incendiary rounds, like two raging steel dragons of fire, lashed the suicide squad's position with a terrifying rate of fire of hundreds of rounds per minute.

A PKM machine gun emplacement made of sand and rocks was instantly covered by a dense barrage of shells.

The rocks were as soft as tiramisu cake in the face of large-caliber machine gun bullets.

The two machine gunners behind the bunker, along with their beloved PKMs, were blown to pieces in an instant, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Several suicide squad members who were carrying ammunition nearby were also hit by flying shrapnel, fell down screaming, and their blood instantly stained the sand red.

Meanwhile, the ZU-23 on the other armored truck turned its guns around and unleashed a furious barrage of firepower on the anti-tank team's position on the other side of the cliff, which posed the greatest threat.

The 23mm shells struck the weathered rocks, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere. The shells left numerous craters the size of bowls, making it impossible for the anti-tank team members to even look up, let alone aim and fire.

"Sniper team! Take out the anti-aircraft guns first! Knock out their gunners!"

Song Heping's icy voice cut through the noisy battlefield communications like a sharp blade.

His PSO-1 sight had already locked onto the main gunner on the turret of the first ZU-23 armored truck, who was shaking the traverse gear and grinning maniacally.

The man was enjoying the thrill of the slaughter; his face showed no fear, but rather a crazed grin.

You could see his big, yellow teeth even from hundreds of meters away.

Song Heping held his breath and gently placed his finger on the trigger.

Through the scope, the target's silhouette was swaying slightly.

Excessively hot temperatures produce rising heat.

This heat will distort the field of vision, making it difficult to aim accurately.

But is this a problem for a top veteran like Song Heping?

Not at all.

He precisely estimated the effect of the crosswind (wind speed of about 3 m/s, from right front to left rear), and shifted the crosshairs with the distance measurement curve slightly to the upper right by three-quarters of a mil.

Target distance: 625 meters.

He felt the intervals between his heartbeats, and in the most stable moment between two heartbeats, he applied steady and even pressure with his index finger and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The SVD rifle jerked violently, and the 7.62x54mm R rimmed cartridge case, trailing smoke, jumped out of the ejection port and landed on the scorching sand with a crisp clinking sound.

The bullet spun out of the barrel at an initial velocity of 830 meters per second, instantly traversing a deadly distance of over 600 meters!
On the turret, the ZU-23 main gunner, who was in the middle of a heated battle, froze on his laughing face. His head snapped back as if he had been hit hard by a hammer.

His black turban, along with a large chunk of his skull at the back of his head, vanished instantly, and a mixture of red and white sprayed violently backward in a radial pattern onto the scorching gun barrel, armor plates, and the loader behind him.

0.5 seconds later, the guy's body went limp and he collapsed at the gun position like a sack of mud.

"Change them! Quickly! God will punish these heretics!"

The commander inside the armored truck saw this through the observation slit and screamed into the communicator in terror.

Just as another militant yelled and tried to climb up to relieve him, Song Heping made a barely perceptible adjustment to his gun, the crosshairs firmly locked onto the narrow observation slit on the commander's hatch.

The gap is only 25 centimeters wide.

At a distance of over 600 meters, it's as thin as a hair.

But it was still of no use.

They couldn't stop Song Heping's superb sniping skills at all. "Bang!"

The second 7.62mm sniper bullet precisely penetrated the observation gap.

The train conductor's shouts abruptly stopped as his body slammed heavily onto the steering wheel, blood gushing from the observation slit.

Almost at the same time, Nassin, who was not far away, also pulled the trigger.

The muzzle flash of his SVD sniper rifle went off.

"boom!"

The gunner who had just taken over on the turret of the second ZU-23 armored truck was also hit in the face with a precise shot, his entire upper body fell backward, and he slid off the turret.

The two most lethal firepower platforms instantly went silent.

This was a devastating blow to the morale and firepower support of the 1515 armed forces.

The firepower of the remaining militants in the riverbed was immediately weakened.

Song Heping's SVD sniper rifle was like the roll call of the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, its muzzle constantly spitting out deadly flames.

He precisely seeks out the most valuable targets.

Every breath was steady and long, every shot was precise and deadly.

This time it was a petty thug brandishing a gold-plated pistol, hiding behind the wreckage of a pickup truck and desperately trying to organize a skirmisher charge.

boom!
The bullet pierced the thin steel panel of the car door, blasting a bowl-sized hole in his chest. He fell backward, the gold-plated pistol flying out of his hand.

A communications soldier, carrying a heavy R-147 radio, was huddled behind a rock, desperately calling for support from the rear. He was frantically calling out with his radio.

boom!
The bullet pierced through a crevice in the rock, destroying both the radio and the sweaty head wearing headphones, instantly silencing the crackling of the electrical current.

Each shot rang out, accompanied by the instantaneous annihilation of a key target.

Song Heping's firing rate was not aimed at extreme speed, but each shot was precisely calculated and extremely deadly.

He made full use of the valley's complex terrain, the pervasive smoke, and the heat waves from burning vehicles as cover, moving silently between several pre-set sniping positions like a ghost.

The movements were calm, precise, and efficient, with no unnecessary actions.

The scorching copper cartridge cases kept ejecting from the ejection port, landing on the hot sand with a crisp clanging sound, like Death ticking away on an abacus to record death.

The suicide squad members witnessed enemy leaders and heavy gunners being sniped as accurately as flies by bullets flying from afar. The fear and tension they had felt under the enemy's fierce firepower were replaced by an almost blind worship and a boiling fighting spirit.

"The boss is watching us! The boss is helping us!"

"God is great! Kill all these beasts!"

"For the sake of our dead loved ones! Avenge them! Kill!"

Morale exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited.

The suicide squad members unleashed even fiercer and more precise firepower.

Using their familiarity with the terrain, they constantly moved their firing positions between makeshift bunkers, accurately knocking out pickup trucks that tried to approach with RPG-7s, and relentlessly suppressing the infantry exposed on the riverbed with crossfire from PKMs and DShKs.

Samir even personally led an anti-tank team, carrying the last usable "Competition" missile launcher, and under the cover of Nassin's squad fire, risked advancing to a protruding rock. At a distance of less than 300 meters, he aimed at the "homemade tank" that was lying on the spot, with only the PKT machine gun on the roof still firing in vain!
"laugh--!"

The missile roared out, trailing a conspicuous plume of white smoke!

"Boom——!"

The violent explosion completely ended the steel monster's last struggle, blasting a huge hole in the side of the vehicle from which flames and thick smoke billowed out.

However, the suicide squads of the "Liberation Forces" militia organization were limited in number.

The enemy, after all, had three thousand men.

The battle quickly entered its most brutal and bloody phase of attrition.

Although the 1515 armed forces suffered heavy losses at the vanguard level, with their commander and heavy firepower being constantly sniped, their massive numbers and sheer numbers still made them a formidable force.

These brainwashed extremists seem to have a fearless numbness towards death.

The subsequent militants, stepping over layers of their comrades' corpses and burning wreckage, surged towards the suicide squad's position like an inexhaustible black tide, suppressed by the remaining vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns and the mobilization of the overseers.

Taking advantage of their overwhelming numerical superiority, they launched a fierce attack from multiple directions, attempting to divide and surround the numerically inferior suicide squad.

Soon, a tidal wave of 1515 extremists surged onto the sandy slopes of the riverbed.

Fierce close-quarters combat broke out on multiple front lines!

"Grenade!"

A suicide squad member roared as he pulled the safety pin off an F-1 defensive lemon grenade, and after a two-second delay, hurled it with all his might at the enemy group that had closed to within twenty meters.

"boom!"

Shrapnel swept across like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and several enemies fell screaming, their flesh mangled beyond recognition.

But more enemies, their eyes red, surged forward, howling.

A bloody battle ensued!

The butt of the rifle slammed violently into the flesh with tremendous force, producing a dull cracking sound.

Sharpened daggers stabbed and slashed viciously at close range! Fists, teeth, and stones all became weapons.

A roar! A dying scream! The desperate wails of the wounded.

A frenzy unfolded at the narrow edges of bunkers, behind the undulating ridges of sand dunes, and amidst the twisted wreckage of vehicles.

Blood seeped into the dry sand like a stream, quickly congealing into dark brown lumps under the scorching sun, emitting a nauseating, strong, and sweet-smelling odor.

Suicide squad members kept falling, but their bloodthirsty comrades would immediately roar and fill their places.

Everyone was in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

Either you die or I die!
There is no way out!
The tribal chief, who had once lost control of his bladder out of fear, was no longer intimidated.

Blood is the best stimulant for courage.

When the blood of one's comrades splatters on one's body, one embodies the courage of two people and bears the hatred of two people.

A stray bullet tore a gash in his left arm, and blood soaked through his sleeve, but he was completely unaware of it.

He brandished a scimitar, charging like a madman into a small group of enemies trying to break through his flank, screaming the names of his dead wife and children with all his might: "Amina! Hassan! I'll avenge you!!!"

Like a mad tiger, he cleaved an enemy's neck with a single stroke, scalding blood spraying all over his face, but without pausing, he swung his blade back and slashed into the shoulder of another enemy.

Just as he was cutting down the second enemy, a ferocious-looking enemy on his side suddenly plunged his bayonet into his abdomen!
"Ugh!"

The excruciating pain caused the tribal chief to suddenly arch his back.

But there was no fear in his bloodshot eyes, only an extreme madness.

He roared, ignoring the bayonet deeply embedded in his body, threw away the machete, and with his last bit of strength grabbed the terrified enemy tightly. At the same time, his right hand suddenly pulled the safety ring of the F-1 grenade that he had prepared at his waist!

"Allah is the greatest!!! Let us all go to Hellfire!!!"

"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion, far more powerful than a single grenade, rang out.

The intense flames and shockwaves instantly engulfed the leader and the enemy he was clinging to, along with three other armed men who rushed up from the side.

His body exploded like a balloon being blown up, with broken limbs, internal organs, and scalding sand flying violently in all directions.

A cloud of smoke mixed with blood mist rose from the explosion site!

“Good brother!!!”

Samir, who witnessed this scene from a short distance away, was filled with rage and let out a heart-wrenching roar of grief and anger.

He instantly turned the PKM machine gun in his hand and unleashed a barrage of fire at the remaining enemies in that area, the flames spitting out from the muzzle reaching half a foot in length!
“Da da da da da—!”

The hail of bullets was like a steel storm, knocking the stunned enemies down like stalks of wheat in a gale.

This horrific act of mutual destruction was like a red-hot branding iron, leaving a deep and lasting mark on the hearts of all the suicide squad members who witnessed it.

After a brief moment of shock came an even more frenzied rage.

Their fighting spirit instantly surged to its peak!

The sheer brutality of the scene sent a chill down the spines of the 1515 militants, who were known for their ferocity and were deeply brainwashed by religious extremism, and caused them to waver.

They had seen the massacre of helpless civilians and the torture of prisoners who had lost their ability to resist, but they had never seen an opponent so fearless, willing to trade lives for lives, and even willing to detonate a grenade to take the enemy down with him.

But these three hundred people were like three hundred red-hot irons; no matter how many lives they used to fill the gaps or pile them up, they would all be burned and suffer heavy casualties.

They may not be afraid of death, but the desperate, meaningless, and exhausting death before them began to erode their fervent beliefs like a cold, venomous snake.

Some of the militants who rushed up later hesitated noticeably, and their shouts during the charge became trembling.

In the distance, Song Heping calmly observed the entire battlefield situation.

Although the suicide squad's morale was high, casualties were rising rapidly, and ammunition consumption was staggering.

Even more serious is that at the entrance to the valley, the main force of the 1515, which was blocked outside, is frantically clearing the landslide area. Once they break through, fresh troops will pour in, and the pressure on our side will instantly increase, and the defense line will be in danger of collapsing.

"Samir! Shrink the defensive line! Abandon all salients on the south bank! Cover each other as you retreat to the pre-established second line of defense on the north bank!"

Song Heping gave the order decisively, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

"Rocket artillery team! Fire the final two salvos! Cover the enemy's concentration area in the middle of the riverbed! Delay their pursuit to the greatest extent possible! After firing, immediately destroy the gun mounts, and personnel, take your observation and aiming equipment, and retreat!"

"Sappers! Use the booby traps along the pre-planned escape route! Leave them with a little 'surprise'!"

"Sniper team! Suppress the enemy pursuing forces with all your might! Pay special attention to those supervising officers and soldiers wielding whips!"

"Quickly! Execute the order!"

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)