Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1127 Burying the T-72 Alive
"No! We can't let them in!"

Song Heping's tone was resolute. He grabbed the Wagner guard captain and said, "Take a few men and immediately collect all the explosives you can find! TNT, anti-tank mines, large-caliber shells, even cluster grenades! The more the better! Hurry!"

The cook was stunned: "Blow up a tank? Use an IED to blow up its tracks? Damn, its turret is facing this way, and the infantry is following up too, it's hard to get close..."

"Don't blow up the tanks!"

Song Heping interrupted him, his sharp gaze pointing to the two dilapidated buildings.

"Blow up the building! When that T-72 truck rolls over the stone wall ruins, detonate the load-bearing structures of both buildings simultaneously! Let the entire building collapse and bury it alive on this street!"

The cook and Captain Wagner's eyes widened instantly.

Burying a T-72 alive?!
This plan is insane!

but……

If successful, not only will this threatening tank be destroyed, but the massive amount of collapsed building rubble will completely block the street, forming a barrier far stronger than a stone wall, enough to stop the enemy's subsequent armored forces and large numbers of infantry from advancing from this direction for a long time!
This will buy them crucial time!
"Understood!"

Captain Wagner immediately pointed to two of his men, "You two, come with me! Go to the back and find the engineers and ammunition handlers!"

"Others!"

Song Heping turned to the remaining soldiers and guards, his voice rising above the approaching gunfire, "Hold off the enemy infantry with all your might! Draw the tanks' attention! Buy time for the demolition team! We absolutely cannot let them interfere with their operations!"

"Yes!"

The command was executed swiftly.

The surviving defenders and Wagner's men, using the ruins on both sides of the street, opened fire with rifles and machine guns on the rebel infantry who were trying to follow the tanks, trying their best to stop them from getting closer.

Bullets whistled through the air, and soldiers from the "Victory Front" offensive force fell to the ground from time to time, wounded by bullets.

But all of this is just a tickle to the tank.

Once the RPGs are all gone, tanks reign supreme.

The T-72 tank was clearly drawn by the sudden increase in the defenders' firepower. It temporarily halted its advance, and the coaxial machine gun on its turret spat fire, fiercely sweeping through the windows and bunkers where the defenders might be hiding, providing cover for the infantry behind it.

The sounds of exploding shells, machine gun fire, soldiers' shouts, and screams mingled together, turning this narrow block into the center of a death vortex.

Time passed second by second, each second feeling like an eternity.

Song Heping's heart was in his throat. He kept peering out to observe the tank's movements while anxiously awaiting news from the demolition team.

If infantrymen don't have anti-tank weapons, they can only risk their lives to fight against tanks!

Finally, Captain Wagner returned, panting, with two team members carrying several heavy wooden crates.

"Found it! Mr. Song! Four TM-62 anti-tank mines, a dozen or so 82mm mortar shells, and some TNT blocks!"

"That's enough!"

Song Heping's eyes lit up. "Quick! Split into two groups, infiltrate the first floor of those two buildings, find the key load-bearing columns and walls, and concentrate the explosives! Get the remote detonators ready! Be quick! The tanks are about to move!"

Captain Wagner immediately led his men in separate actions, and like nimble cats, they silently slipped into the two buildings destined to be sacrificed under the cover of night and ruins.

At this moment, the gunfire from the surrounding government soldiers and Wagner mercenaries subsided.

The T-72 seemed to think that the defenders' resistance had been suppressed, so it started its engine again, the huge steel body roared, and the tracks rolled over the ruins of the stone wall as it swaggered into this deadly street.

Its massive cannon barrel, like the scepter of death, was pointed at any corner where resistance might be hiding.

"Stay calm...stay calm..."

Song Heping clenched his fists tightly, his palms sweating profusely.

He whispered over the radio, "Demolition team, report the situation!"

"Building One is ready!"

"Building Two is ready! It can be detonated at any time!"

"Very well! Obey my orders!"

Song Heping stared intently at the T-72 tank that was gradually moving between the two buildings. Its turret was turning slightly, as if it was still searching for a valuable target.

It's now!

"Detonate!"

Song Heping roared into the radio!

boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
Several muffled but powerful explosions came from inside the first floor of the two buildings, and flashes of fire streaked across the darkness.

Amidst the flames and flying dust, a chilling creaking sound echoed as the reinforced concrete structure cracked!

The surrounding "Victory Front" infantrymen began to scream and flee.

When a two- or four-story building collapses, it's no joke; being buried alive is no pleasant experience.

The crew of the T-72 tank seemed to realize the danger; the hatch on top of the turret suddenly opened, and one crew member tried to climb out to escape...

But it's too late!

The two already crumbling buildings, after their load-bearing structures were completely destroyed, crashed down on the T-72 tank in the center of the street with a deafening roar, like giants whose bones had been removed.

Hundreds of tons of bricks, concrete blocks, broken steel bars, furniture, and other debris...

Like an avalanche, it instantly and completely submerged the entire street!

A huge plume of smoke rose into the sky, like a mushroom cloud of death.

The once invincible T-72 tank didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry before it was completely buried under the ruins, with only a small part of the gun barrel sticking out.

The massive pile of rubble formed by the collapse, reaching several meters in height, completely blocked the street. Its width and volume far exceeded the previous stone wall, effectively cutting off any possibility of the enemy advancing rapidly from this direction.

The massive noise of the explosion and collapse even brought the intense firefight to a brief halt.

The attacking "Victory Front" soldiers were stunned by this horrifying scene. They stared in horror at the completely blocked road and the tanks buried alive, and their momentum came to a halt.

“Great job!!!”

The cook excitedly slammed his fist on the bunker.

"Song! You're simply a genius!"

"I'm not a genius at all."

Song Heping also breathed a long sigh of relief, but his expression remained grave: "This is not over yet, what comes next is the real danger."

After saying that, he looked down at his watch and saw that there were still a few hours left.

This has only bought the command center a little precious time.

The brutal battle is far from over.

The next hour or so would be the decisive moment, determining life or death.

He picked up the radio and reported to the command post: "The Hive, the crisis at entrance number three has been temporarily resolved, and the passage is blocked. However, the enemy is likely to intensify their attack from other directions. Please closely monitor other defensive lines and strengthen defenses..."

Before he could finish speaking, even more intense gunfire and explosions surged in from other parts of the city like a tsunami.

The night is still very long.

Purgatory has only just begun to reveal its true cruelty.

While Song Heping stepped out of the command post to personally risk his life, far from Haibaib, the two focal points where despair and hope intertwined, two deadly blades that would ultimately determine fate had quietly pierced the night, revealing their sharp edges.

The eastern line, east of Daihuke Town.

This is an abandoned urban area that was reduced to ruins in past conflicts.

The crumbling walls cast grotesque and twisted shadows in the pale moonlight, and the air was filled with dust, burnt debris, and a faint, almost imperceptible stench of death.

This is a corner forgotten by war, and it has become a material transfer point in the eastern defense system of the "1515" armed group.

At five in the morning, before the last darkness of dawn had receded, a group of hunters, more elusive than shadows, were moving silently.

Jiang Feng, as the overall commander of the operation, was positioned relatively at the back of the team. His eyes were constantly scanning the electronic map on the tactical tablet and the infrared images transmitted back in real time by the Persian drone.

The drone, codenamed "Migratory Bird," hovered high in the sky like a ghost, clearly marking the subtle changes in the defense deployment on the east side of Dehook Town, and even the patterns of patrol movement.

"Attention everyone, 300 meters ahead, we are entering the enemy's outer perimeter security zone. Maintain absolute silence. All units advance along the predetermined routes and proceed to their respective attack positions."

Jiang Feng's voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of every commander through the encrypted individual soldier communication system.

The team immediately changed their movement, shifting from low-profile stealth to a more spaced tactical formation. Each person's steps were as light as a feline's, testing the ground with their toes before slowly lowering their foot. Equipment was carefully secured to prevent any collisions or noises.

Behind a sand dune on the west side of town, Samir raised his arm to his men and calmly gave them a few hand signals: "Two o'clock ahead, on the roof of the abandoned two-story building, a sentry. Eleven o'clock ahead, at the entrance of the collapsed shop, a hidden sentry. He's dozing off."

The two team members specifically tasked with clearing obstacles immediately crouched down slightly, like cheetahs. They glanced at each other and nodded in unison.

One of them drew a specially made poisoned dagger from a scabbard on his leg, while the other took out a very thin but exceptionally tough piece of piano wire with anti-slip strips wrapped around both ends.

Instead of charging straight ahead, they used the brief noise of a gust of wind stirring up dust and the faint roar of generators coming from the direction of the town in the distance as cover, approaching silently from the left and right along different paths.

The target is the sentry on the roof.

Using the water pipes and the unevenness of the walls, a team member climbed up the adjacent building ruins with his bare hands, like a gecko, moving so gently that not a speck of dust fell.

He lay prone on the edge of the roof, waiting patiently.

The other team member was hiding in the shadows downstairs.

The time has come!

The team member downstairs flicked his tongue very slightly, making an almost imperceptible "click" sound.

The sentry on the rooftop seemed to be startled by the slight commotion, and he groggily leaned out, trying to look down.

The moment he leaned out, the team member on the rooftop, who looked like the embodiment of death, leaped to the opposite rooftop like a leopard.

The sentry at 1515 seemed to hear a sound and turned around abruptly...

But it was too late.

A dark figure had already reached him from behind, a poisoned dagger slicing across his neck with precision and ruthlessness, while another hand tightly covered his mouth and nose, pulling him back violently!
Caught off guard, the sentry fell straight backward and was pinned down.

The neurotoxin applied to the blade took effect quickly; the sentry's body convulsed violently twice before collapsing completely.

Almost at the same time, the sentry dozing against the door frame at the shop downstairs seemed to hear the faint noise upstairs and subconsciously looked up.

But all he saw was a blurry black shadow rushing towards him.

Before he could even utter a sound, the team member hiding downstairs had already pounced on him like lightning.

The thin but strong steel wire accurately looped around his neck, crossed, and suddenly he turned around!

These are all elite soldiers of the "Liberation Force" reconnaissance detachment, personally trained by Jiang Feng.

The steel wire instantly embedded itself deeply into the flesh, cleanly severing the trachea and carotid artery.

Blood began to spurt out, like a leaky faucet...

The sentry's eyes bulged out suddenly, and he could only make a very faint "hoarse" sound in his throat. His futile struggles quickly weakened, and he finally stopped moving completely.

The whole process was clean and efficient, taking less than fifteen seconds.

The two team members quickly dragged the body into the shadows and hid it, then used a spray they carried to eliminate the faint smell of blood.

Samir confirmed the target's heat signal had disappeared using thermal imaging and then gestured "Safe, clear" again.

The team continued to advance, like a sharp blade cutting through butter, silently penetrating the outer perimeter of "1515".

They bypassed the marked minefields and evaded patrols, eventually reaching the ruins on the western edge of Dehook town.

This place is just one street away from the core area where armed personnel gather in the town, and you can even faintly hear their conversations and music.

"Team A, take your positions."

"Team B, take your positions."

"Team C, in position."

Jiang Feng listened to the information coming through his earphones and glanced at his military watch again in the dim light of the night. The fluorescent hands clearly pointed to 05:20.

The attack time is set at 05:30.

In stark contrast to the silent infiltration on the eastern front, the atmosphere around Otaba on the southern front was one of extreme, oppressive stillness before a storm.

The armored infiltration unit, codenamed "Steel Knife," was hidden on the edge of a dry river valley forest on the southern outskirts of Otaba.

The vehicle's engine had been off for a long time, and its massive steel body was covered with camouflage netting, almost blending into the surrounding terrain.

Wagner's commander, Arseni, leaned half his body out of the turret of a T-62 tank, holding a heavy, high-powered thermal imaging telescope, carefully scanning the outer defenses of Otaba, less than a kilometer away.

In the telescope's field of vision, the world appears as monotonous blocks of color, but the heat sources of life and the residual heat of engines are as clear as lighthouses.

He saw the newly added checkpoint.

Behind the sandbag fortifications, several orange-yellow light spots representing human figures were either sitting or standing. Although the large searchlight next to them was currently dark, its structure was still clearly visible under thermal imaging.

The open area between the two outposts, and the area of ​​crossfire they created, were also clearly visible.

Arseni slowly lowered the binoculars, a cold smile appearing on his face.

penetration?
Silent removal?

No, that's too gentle.

Wagner's style has always been the most direct and the most violent!
He shrunk back into the turret, closed the hatch, and brought the encrypted radio transmitter hanging from his throat to his mouth.

His voice, transmitted through the electricity, reached the ears of the crew in every tank, every infantry fighting vehicle, and every armed pickup truck—a voice that suppressed extreme excitement and a bloodlust, like the growl of a wild beast.
"Attention all units! This is Steel Knife One! Final target confirmation!"

"'Kornet' missile squad, lock onto the sandbag fortification on the left, focus on that heavy machine gun and the scum hiding behind it!"

"BMP-1 tank, 'Rock' (call sign), you're in charge of that son of a bitch checkpoint on the right. Use your 73mm gun to blast that searchlight and the sandbags into the air!"

"All T-62s, 'Fortress' and 'Thunder,' bombard the area between the two outposts with high-explosive shells to suppress any infantry that may be present!"

"All infantry fighting vehicles and pickup trucks follow the armored assault. Use your machine guns and automatic grenade launchers to clear out all moving targets!"

"All personnel—open fire at will! Repeat, open fire at will!"

After he finished speaking, he took off his headphones and suddenly faintly heard the sound of prayer chanting coming from afar.

It is said that those guys pray five times a day, asking their gods for protection.

Looked at the watch.

5: 30.

Time is up.

"Allah? I'll send you scum to meet your damn God! For Wagner! For the reward! Fire!!!"

next moment--

call out!call out!
Two Kornet anti-tank missiles roared out from their concealed launch sites.

Boom! ! !

Boom! ! !

Two earth-shattering explosions suddenly erupted almost simultaneously.

The massive fireball instantly engulfed the two checkpoints.

The scorching air currents and shockwaves hurled sandbags, weapon parts, and human remains dozens of meters into the air.

The DShK heavy machine gun was blown to pieces, and the huge searchlight, along with its base, vanished without a trace.

The deathly silence surrounding Otaba was shattered by this sudden and fierce attack.

"Ula!!!"

"For Wagner!"

"Kill them all!"

The T-62 tank's diesel engine spewed out thick black exhaust fumes, and its tracks frantically churned up mud and gravel.

The BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle followed closely behind like a nimble hound.

The armed pickup truck, equipped with a heavy machine gun and a recoilless rifle, emitted a piercing shriek!

This armored assault force, like a raging flood that has burst its banks, burst out of the concealment of the dead woodland and launched a direct assault on the heart of the Otaba camp, which was in a state of brief chaos and extreme terror!

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)