Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1071 The Devil of Asara Town
Song Heping's orders were carried out swiftly and decisively.

Under the strong cover of the sniper team led by Nassin, the suicide squad began to disengage in an orderly manner under enemy fire.

They covered each other, dragged the wounded, and carried whatever weapons and ammunition they could, as they laboriously moved towards the second pre-arranged position deeper into the valley.

"Over there! There are a few more over there!"

Samir's voice was desperately calling out over the channel.

"There are still a few injured brothers at the 2 o'clock position!"

Hearing his shouts, some of the retreating militiamen turned and ran toward the 2 o'clock position.

Through his sniper scope, Song Heping saw several “Liberation Forces” militiamen, covered in blood, lying on a sand dune about 400 meters away. Their bodies were stained red with blood.

It looks like he was injured during the brutal hand-to-hand combat with the 1515 militants, and it was very serious. He had almost lost the ability to crawl. However, Nen just saw that his hand was still moving, as if he was reaching for something.

"Watch out for the machine gunner!"

Not far away, someone in Nassin's sniper team shouted.

But before he could finish speaking, the sound of heavy machine gun fire rang out in the distance.

Da da da da——

A hail of bullets riddled several militiamen who tried to return to rescue their comrades, their bodies rolling down the hillside.

bah—

bah—

bah—

After the machine gun fire subsided, the snipers on this side began to return fire.

"Samir, order your men to retreat immediately."

Song Heping gritted his teeth and gave the order.

There are too few people.

The first line of defense has begun to retreat.

The 1515 armed men had advanced to within a few dozen meters of the defensive line.

At this point, it's simply impossible to rescue them.

Even with the constant fire support from the sniper team and machine gunners on this side, they were ultimately unable to stop the machine gunners on the 1515 side from killing the militiamen who returned to the defensive line to rescue the wounded.

On the battlefield, in principle, no one should be abandoned.

But this is not absolute.

Rescuing people blindly without considering the reality and the potential losses is tantamount to causing those who are still capable of fighting to lose their lives.

Especially the blocking battles.

In situations where the enemy is outnumbered.

That would be foolish.

Samir understood Song Heping's meaning. He clenched his fist and pounded the sand a few times, biting his lip until it bled. In a fierce tone, he ordered, "Withdraw! Withdraw everyone! Don't linger! Go to the second line of defense!"

Finally, the militiamen stopped trying to rescue the few wounded soldiers who were separated from their men and began to retreat to the second line of defense.

Through the scope, Song Heping saw the several seriously wounded soldiers, unable to move, silently gripping their grenades and then pressing them to their chests…

Several 1515 extremists rushed up, and just as they raised their guns, they saw several wounded soldiers release their grenades...

"run!"

Someone exclaimed.

Some of the others turned and ran, while others looked completely bewildered...

boom--

boom--

boom--

Explosions sounded one after another.

The 1515 soldiers who were closest to the enemy and hadn't run away yet were immediately given a "shrapnel bath," with dozens of bullet holes appearing all over their bodies.

For these extremists who lack bulletproof equipment, shrapnel can easily penetrate their bodies like butter.

Soon, they were rolling on the ground like fish caught on a shore, clutching their blown-out faces, writhing and thrashing about in agony.

"That's manly enough..."

Seeing this, Song Heping could only sigh.

He knew very well that there was nothing he could do, but at the same time he saw hope.

Compared to the low morale I saw when I first arrived, and seeing these wounded militiamen fighting to the last moment and ultimately dying together with the enemy, it is undeniable that the wolf-like nature in the blood of the Iligo people has been brought out.

At least, this nation is not beyond redemption.

"Boom boom boom!"

The final volleys of 107mm rockets whistled as they slammed into the area in the middle of the riverbed where the 1515 militants were trying to gather, unleashing another wave of bloodshed and slightly slowing down the frantically pursuing extremists.

However, it wasn't very useful.

The rockets were quickly used up.

1515 The extremists resumed their tidal wave of attacks.

Looking at the dark mass of enemies in the distance, like ants, and then at the blood-stained valley, Song Heping mentally assessed the current battle situation—

Our side suffered at least a hundred casualties and dozens more wounded.

In other words, half of their current forces have already been lost in the first battle of the first line of defense.

But look at the other side, look at those 1515 elements.

They don't seem to be having a good time either.

At least in the first round of ambushes, the modified heavy "homemade tanks" and armored vehicles in the convoy were basically destroyed.

The rest are all "death pickup trucks".

Although this vehicle was equipped with a heavy machine gun in its cargo bed, Song Heping had a way to deal with them. The second line of defense for the retreat passed through the dry riverbed; to pursue them, they would have to cross the dry riverbed and go around it.

Song Heping had already simulated this in his mind.

As Song Heping had predicted, the enemy's pickup truck convoy began to speed across the ditch, their objective clear: to use the pickups' mobility to flank Song Heping's suicide squad and attack from the side, cutting off their retreat.

But they seemed to underestimate this Iligo suicide squad.

They probably didn't have many tactics before.

But it's different now.

If these Iligo militia were once a flock of lambs.

They still seem to be lambs now.

The difference is that now the leader of these lambs is a lion.

"Boom! Boom!"

The directional mines pre-placed on the south bank of the ditch and the booby traps buried in the wind-eroded caves were detonated one after another by remote control. The violent explosions and flying pre-fabricated fragments created a new death zone among the pursuing pickup trucks, and screams could not be heard.

"Don't let a single one escape."

Seeing that the time was right, Song Heping whispered the order to Nassin's sniper team.

The SVD sniper rifles in the hands of several Post Special Forces members continuously emitted crisp sounds as they accurately shot down the surviving extremists in the "death pickup truck" convoy that had just been bombarded with directional mines and explosives!

As the last daredevil staggered back into the more fortified positions built on the north bank, relying on natural caves and reinforced cliffs, the 1515 militants, driven relentlessly by their overseers, paid an unimaginable price to barely control the first line of scorched earth, littered with corpses and debris.

But what awaited them was a more intense, precise, and deeply hateful crossfire launched by the suicide squad from their new position!

Bullets rained down, suppressing any enemy that tried to peek out.

The dry, deserted valley of death, now stained with thick, sticky blood, was a chilling dark reddish-brown.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood, the burnt smell of flesh and skin, and the putrid odor of ruptured internal organs.

Thick smoke billowed from the burning vehicle wreckage, obscuring part of the azure sky.

Everywhere you look, there are mutilated and contorted corpses, damaged and twisted weapons, and scattered brass shell casings and rocket tail fins.

In less than two hours of brutal resistance, the three hundred daredevils, at the heavy cost of more than 150 casualties, and with their unwavering will to die, dragged the three thousand fierce enemies to the hellish Gansha River!

Just as they were retreating to the second line of defense, the commander of Unit 1515, who was far away, was sitting next to a pickup truck, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand. He swallowed hard as he looked at the horrific scene in front of him.

"Headquarters is calling Garou, what's the situation on your end?"

A call came over the radio from the 1515 Armed Iligo Command.

"Hungry Wolves" was the code name for their pursuit unit.

Two days ago, his unit received orders from its superiors to split off from the main force attacking Bakda and head north. The aim was to take advantage of the momentum gained from conquering the important town of Hadid, sweep through all the tribal militia territories in the north, drive out the Kold people there, and occupy the two major oil-producing areas in the north.

After all, although 1515 is made up of a group of lunatics and psychopaths, it is not brainless.

War requires money.

Where does the money come from?

油！
oil!

That is black gold.

Therefore, 1515 will not rely solely on foreign funding; it will also strive to be self-reliant.

There is no wiser choice than occupying oil-producing and grain-producing regions.

The attacks of the previous two days met with absolutely no threatening resistance.

Ihassan and his troops easily swept through several Iligo tribal territories north of Mosul.

Those Iligos and tribal militias were terrified of 1515. Even the government forces couldn't withstand this extremist group, let alone the tribal militias who were outnumbered and outequipped.
Ihassan never expected to encounter such a tough nut to crack here, and he almost broke his teeth.

He did not underestimate his opponent.

They also knew that the territory in this direction belonged to the "Liberation Forces," a militia organization of a thousand men led by Samir.

It can be said that the Liberation Forces militia is one of the most powerful local armed groups in Iligo. Although it is slightly smaller in scale than the largest militia group in Iligo, the National Movement, its combat power is in no way inferior.

That's why he mobilized all his troops.

result……

It's been beaten into this state.

The yellow sand ditch in front of us was filled with corpses.

At first glance, it's impossible to tell who's who; people even have to step over corpses to walk past.

It's no exaggeration to say that there were over a thousand corpses lying in front of you.

Ihassan fought many battles.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a brutal battle.

"Headquarters..."

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"We've run into a bit of trouble, near Erbil in the north..."

"Samir's territory?"

"That's right..."

“Be careful. We’ve received information that the ‘Devil of Asara’ is currently in the north and has reportedly joined Samir’s armed group. He and Samir knew each other back in Iligo.”

"'The Devil of Asara Town'?" Upon hearing this name, Ihassan conjured up an image of an Eastern man in his mind, and then shivered under the blazing sun.

Is that the "Devil of Asara" who once fought against thousands of enemies in the mountains near Asara and miraculously survived the bombing by American planes?
This title was a nickname given to Song Heping by people in the 1515 organization.

His reputation wasn't limited to the Middle East; even the African branch of 1515 had suffered at his hands...

"No wonder..."

Haisan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard, breaking out in a cold sweat despite the sweltering heat.

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)