Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1156 Bringing them in to stir up trouble

Song Heping's gaze swept over the several fully armed SSO members inside the vehicle, then he turned to Major Petrovsky beside him, whose brow was furrowed, and said:

"beat?"

He paused deliberately, then joked:
"Major, are you sure your men can take on a hundred men each? The enemy isn't just militiamen with sticks; they're organized armed groups, or even US special forces, with heavy machine guns, mortars, and possibly anti-tank missiles."

Petrovsky's Adam's apple bobbed laboriously as he swallowed hard.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't make a sound; he simply shook his head slowly.

"I can't guarantee that..."

Indeed, no one would dare to make such a guarantee.

Special forces soldiers are human, not gods.

They might be able to create miracles of one against ten in local battles with their superhuman qualities, excellent equipment, and tacit cooperation, but in the face of absolute numerical superiority, there is only one outcome in a head-on confrontation—not even bone fragments will be left.

Even the proud soldiers of Russia's elite special forces, who believe in the "aesthetics of violence," wouldn't dare to boast about something they had no chance of winning.

After a brief silence, Petrovsky took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

He turned to Song Heping, his tone less stubborn and more pragmatic inquiring:
“Alright, Song. I think you must already have a more complete plan in mind when you raise this question. Could you elaborate? We need any feasible suggestions right now.”

He used the word "suggestion," adopting a much more humble stance than before.

Song Heping did not answer immediately. Instead, he reached for the rugged electronic tactical tablet fixed to the vehicle frame and quickly swiped his fingertips across the cold screen to bring up a high-precision satellite map.

"Look here."

His finger touched the area on the screen that marked the rolling hills—the Gunai Mountains.

"This vast region in northeastern Syria, bordering Iligo and Turkey, is mostly composed of difficult-to-access high-altitude mountains. The Gunai Mountains are the closest to our target, Latamila, and also the most complex in terms of terrain."

His fingertips traced across the map.

"To the north, it connects to the territory controlled by the Kold's forces, and to the south, it's the traditional territory of those madmen from '1515'. Our current situation is like a fat sheep that has wandered into the territory of a pack of wolves and a pack of hyenas, being targeted by two groups of bloodthirsty madmen at the same time."

His fingers sank heavily into the heart of the mountain, producing a soft "thud" sound.

"On the plains, we'd be sitting ducks, a dead end. But as long as we get into these mountains..."

A sly glint flashed in Song Heping's eyes, and he couldn't help but smile.

"That would minimize their absolute advantage in manpower and heavy weaponry. My goal isn't to emulate Rambo and fight them to the death in the mountains..."

He raised his head, his gaze sharp as he looked at Petrovsky, and said, word by word, "I want them to fight to the death with themselves!"

"Fighting to the death with yourself?"

Petrovsky was stunned, not immediately grasping the deeper meaning behind these seemingly contradictory words.

"That's right!"

Song Heping's tone was resolute: "The geographical conditions there are extremely complex, with ravines, caves, and limited visibility, making it difficult for large-scale troops to deploy. As long as we lure the Kold's forces, the '1515' lunatics, and the American special forces team that may have already infiltrated, all of them into this area..."

The cold smile on his lips widened, carrying an almost cunning calculation.

"Guess what, when a group of bloodthirsty '1515' militants run headlong into the Kurds or Americans who are also searching for us, or when a group of arrogant American soldiers suddenly encounter '1515' in a dark valley... will they have the patience to sit down, have a cup of coffee, and properly explain that they're just here to hunt down these few 'Russian mice'?" As Song Heping spoke, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The laughter sounded somewhat abrupt in the tense carriage, yet it carried a mocking tone that saw through the chaos.

"Think about that scene, Major. The simplest and often most effective tactical principle when you are at a complete disadvantage is to stir up the waters first. Only by thoroughly muddying the waters and turning the world upside down can we small fish and shrimps have a chance to slip away in the chaos."

"Wonderful!"

Major Petrovsky slapped his thigh.

He was no fool; he instantly grasped the essence of Song Heping's words, and his eyes lit up.

"Let those two beasts tear each other apart! If they really start fighting and become too busy to care about anything else, we can take the opportunity to run away, escape the mountains, and shake off their pursuit!"

"That's right!"

Song Heping nodded approvingly, “Whether it’s ‘1515,’ the Kold’s, or those well-equipped Americans, we can’t afford to mess with any of them individually right now. Let them fight like dogs, and we’ll reap the benefits. After all, they’re hostile to each other. If they run into each other in the dark mountains, they’ll have no choice but to fight.”

He picked up the stylus again and skillfully drew several clear routes on the electronic map. The red lines, like the forked tongues of a venomous snake, burrowed into the most treacherous and complex areas of the Gunai Mountains.

“We’ll cut in from here and lure them all into this canyon area. You see, the terrain here is crisscrossed with ravines and extremely rugged, making many places impassable for vehicles. It’s the perfect place for an ambush and a melee. At our current speed, if we advance at full speed, we should reach the edge of the mountains by the afternoon. By the time they confirm our location and send troops into the mountains to search, it will definitely be dark.”

His pen moved again, pointing to an inconspicuous little point on the eastern edge of the Gunai Mountains—Kubai Town.

"The cover of night will be our best protection and assault suit. Once those forces clash due to misunderstandings or any other reason, the situation will inevitably spiral out of control, and they certainly won't be able to care about us then..."

Song Heping's tone was full of confidence: "When the time comes, we will take advantage of the chaos to sneak out of the mountains, move eastward at top speed, and head straight for here—Kubai Town."

He looked at Petrovsky.

“I will immediately dispatch an elite ‘Desert Fox’ squad from our base in northwestern Iligor, equipped with the necessary gear and additional vehicles, to infiltrate the border as quickly as possible and infiltrate Kubai to prepare the necessary vehicles and support for our evacuation. While the Americans, the Kolds, and ‘1515’ are locked in a fierce battle in the mountains, we will head north from Kubai, straight to Latamila, and carry out your mission!”

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Major Petrovsky couldn't help but clap his hands softly a few times, his face full of admiration.

“Song, I’ve reviewed part of your file, and the evaluation there is ‘a master with exceptional tactical intuition and asymmetric warfare thinking.’ To be honest, I was skeptical before, but now… I believe it. This plan sounds extremely bold, even somewhat risky, but it’s intricately linked and makes full use of all potential factors. In this desperate situation, I really can’t think of a more brilliant solution.”

"Don't rush to praise me."

Song Heping raised his hand and made a decisive downward movement, his expression instantly returning to its previous coldness.

"I provided you with tactical ideas to break the deadlock, and even used my core resources to provide support. So, Major, in exchange, I expect equal honesty. Your mission to Latamila wasn't some bullshit 'rescue' mission at all, was it? Tell me, what was the real objective?"

These words were like a boulder thrown into calm water, instantly drawing the attention of all the SSO members in the vehicle, including Petrovsky.

The air seemed to freeze. Several team members exchanged glances instinctively, their expressions a mixture of wariness, hesitation, and inquiry…

A variety of complex emotions collided silently within the confined space.

After a breathtaking few seconds of silence, Petrovsky seemed to have unloaded a huge burden, letting out a long, silent sigh.

He met Song Heping's unwavering gaze and finally chose to lay his cards on the table:
“Alright, Song. As a comrade-in-arms who has fought side by side and shared life and death, I believe you have the right to know the truth. Yes, you guessed it, it wasn’t a rescue mission. It was a capture and a raid.”

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