Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1168 A Confused Encounter

Just as the two groups successfully reunited and quietly disappeared, in the southeast direction of the Mannier Valley, the "Razor" squad and the main force of the Kolder Company, which followed closely behind, were taking advantage of the darkest hour of the night to carefully step into the edge of the valley's center.

"The traces have penetrated into the heart of the territory."

Captain Ronson crouched behind a cold boulder, staring at the thermal images transmitted back by the Reaper-2 on his arm terminal.

On the screen, the heat source signals inside the basin were chaotic. Some areas showed that the rocks still had a little residual heat from the daytime, forming weak convection with the cold night air, while some caves showed cold source characteristics, which seriously interfered with infrared detection and made it impossible to clearly distinguish specific human targets.

"Kolder Company, spread out in platoons and occupy the high ground on the east and south sides of the basin to establish firing positions! 'Razor' Squad, Group A on the left flank and Group B on the right flank, advance in a fan shape, maintain crossfire, and watch out for every cave and crevice! They might be hiding inside!"

He issued standard nighttime search and clearing orders.

Based on his extensive experience, he judged that the two Russian snipers, whom they had been chasing for hours and who had repeatedly slipped through their fingers, were now at their limit, like wounded wild animals trapped in a cage. They were likely lurking in some corner of this dark valley ahead, preparing for a final, desperate counterattack.

However, the drama of fate far exceeded anyone's imagination.

Almost at the same time that Langsen gave the order, a group of uninvited guests arrived in the northwest of the Mannier Valley.

After Abu Omar was dealt a heavy blow by Petrovsky's squad in the eastern passage, he was like a gambler who had lost everything, and he sent all the reserves he could muster—more than three hundred 1515 militants whose minds were filled with religious fanaticism and desire for revenge!
They carried a large number of RPG-7 rocket launchers, PKM general-purpose machine guns, and even several 82mm mortars that needed to be pulled by mules and horses and had a rather historical feel. They rushed into the northwestern edge of the basin in a chaotic and noisy manner.

Their orders were simple and brutal—find those damn Russians and tear them to pieces.

Darkness confuses vision; hatred blinds reason.

Two armies, completely out of sync, were unknowingly converging on the same position according to Song Heping's pre-arranged plan.

High in the air, the Reaper-2 drone operator was the first to notice the anomaly.

Immediately following, reconnaissance satellites in higher orbits issued the highest level of alert!

"Command! 'Death-2' emergency report! A large number of unidentified personnel heat signatures have appeared on the northwestern edge of the heart of the Mannier Valley! Number... God, more than three hundred! Repeat, more than three hundred! They are rapidly entering the heart of the valley!"

In the rear command post, the technical officer's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Major James sprang up from his command chair as if he had been springed up by a spring and rushed to the main screen.

On the thermal image, dense red dots representing the unidentified forces spread rapidly across the northwest side of the basin like a virus multiplying, forming a clear and dangerous line of confrontation with the blue and green dots representing the "Razor" squad and Kold's Company. The two sides were about to collide head-on.

"What?! Where did these troops come from?! Are they Russian airborne reinforcements or their allies?!" His heart clenched suddenly.

"The heat signature is extremely chaotic, the equipment seems outdated, and the formation is extremely disorganized... It doesn't resemble any known regular army formation; it's more like..."

The technical officer quickly analyzed the data, attempting to make a judgment.

But his analysis was interrupted by Captain Langsen's voice, tinged with shock, anger, and a barely perceptible tension: "Command! We've detected something unusual in the northwest. It seems a large number of unidentified armed personnel have appeared?! Their uniforms... seem to be from 1515! They're from 1515! A huge number of them!"

"What?! 1515?!"

Major James felt his blood rush to his head, and a deafening roar filled his ears.

How could this cockroach-like terrorist organization have appeared in this deadly place at this critical time?!

And so many people?!

He immediately realized that the situation was completely out of control, far exceeding any worst-case scenario he had anticipated!
He practically yelled into the microphone, issuing orders: "Ronson! Remain calm! Don't fire! Try signal identification! Repeat, do not fire first! They outnumber us, probably over five hundred. They are not our target! Immediately attempt to retreat and disengage!"

As a professional military officer, he was well aware of the disastrous consequences of a large-scale direct conflict with an armed group like 1515, which was labeled a terrorist organization.

It's not that we can't handle these militants.

However, engaging in large-scale firefights with these 1515 armed groups in the mountains would be detrimental to providing air support.

This could very well come at a heavy price.

Captain Ronson had only a special operations team of six men, plus a company of about two hundred men under his command.

This configuration was originally intended for a medium-sized search team set up for a Russian special forces unit, and was not a tactical configuration intended for a direct confrontation with the 1515 large-scale armed forces.

James's mind was a mess.

Plans never keep up with changes.

A search operation was turning into a skirmish.

More importantly, the Russian team had completely disappeared at this point!
What a hell!
However, the trigger on the battlefield is often pulled by the single thought of the lowest-ranking soldier.

On the northwest side of the hinterland, a 1515 rocket launcher operator, whose eyes were bloodshot after taking a big gulp of homemade stimulant, vaguely saw several people moving rapidly on the ridge opposite the basin through an old night vision device he had salvaged from the corpses of Ilgo government soldiers.

Upon closer inspection, these moving people were wearing high-tech helmets and equipped with all sorts of strange gadgets.

In his simplistic worldview, distorted by extreme ideology, only the "evil Western invaders" and their "infidels" would possess such "luxurious" equipment.

Whether they were Americans or Russians is irrelevant; they were all heretics deserving of hellfire.

A fanatical faith and a burning desire for revenge were instantly ignited.

He roared a passage of scripture almost maniacally, shouldered the cold RPG-7 launcher, and without even aiming carefully, simply pulled the trigger roughly in the direction of the swaying figures!
"Whoosh—" The rocket, trailing a dazzling tail flame, pierced through the deep darkness like a flaming spear, slamming into a huge rock less than twenty meters to the flank of "Razor" Squad B!

"boom!!!"

The deafening explosion shattered the silence of midnight!
A dazzling fireball rose up, and fragments and rubble shot out in all directions like a storm!
This explosion completely ignited the furnace of purgatory!

"They've opened fire! They're infidels! For Allah! Attack! Kill them all!"

In the chaos, countless voices shouted hoarsely in Arabic, interspersed with urging and cursing from leaders at all levels.

In an instant, more than six hundred guns simultaneously spat out deadly flames!

The distinctive, crisp, and rapid-fire sound of the AK-47 and AKM, the heavy and continuous roar of the PKM general-purpose machine gun, the whistling and exploding sounds of RPG rockets one after another...

The various voices intertwined, forming a massive, chaotic, yet destructive storm of death that swept over the American and Kold'd forces on the other side!

Bullets struck the rocks like scorching hailstones, sending up a continuous stream of sparks that stood out starkly in the darkness; rockets exploded intermittently, kicking up clouds of dirt and smoke that briefly illuminated the狰狞 faces and chaotic figures.

"Damn it! We've encountered a fierce attack from 1515 armed men! They have an overwhelming numerical advantage! Their firepower is immense!"

Captain Ronson roared into the radio as a burst of machine gun bullets whizzed above the rock where he was hiding, splashing mud and sand all over his face and head.

He could even smell the burnt smell of bullets rubbing against rocks and the stench of gunpowder.

"Team A reporting: We are pinned down in area C7! Requesting fire support!"

"Team B has been hit by RPGs! Someone is injured! Repeat, there is an injury in Team B!"

Driven by his survival instincts, Ronson instantly displayed the decisiveness of a battlefield commander: "Attention all personnel! Open fire freely! Repeat, open fire freely! Prioritize striking enemy heavy firepower and command personnel! Drive them back! Establish a defensive line!"

The members of the "Razor" team truly deserve to be called the elite, one in a million.

Despite the suddenness of the attack and the ambush by overwhelming forces, they demonstrated remarkable tactical skills and mental fortitude.

The SCAR automatic rifle is equipped with an advanced holographic diffraction sight and laser designator, providing a significant advantage in night combat. Precise two- or three-round bursts, like the Grim Reaper calling out names, accurately take down 1515 agents who peek out from behind cover.

The M249 squad light machine gunners used its high rate of fire and belt-fed ammunition to provide sustained fire suppression, mowing down the desperate criminals who were attempting a group charge.

Sharpshooters calmly use M38 or M110 semi-automatic sniper rifles equipped with medium-magnification scopes to specifically target and kill leaders who are carrying RPGs or brandishing pistols and shouting.

Kolderlian's men were completely stunned and paid a heavy price in the initial chaos.

But they were, after all, armed personnel who had fought for many years. After the initial panic, their will to survive drove them to launch a frenzied counterattack.

They had a numerical advantage and were relatively familiar with the terrain. Although their training and equipment were far inferior, they still managed to create a considerable firepower density by using the fierce fire of AK rifles and a small number of RPG rocket launchers, which temporarily curbed the first wave of frenzied attacks by the 1515 armed forces.

The entire basin was instantly illuminated by the muzzle flashes, flickering like countless shimmering ghost eyes.

"Command! 'Razor' calling! We have engaged in a large-scale, intense firefight with 1515! Repeat, large-scale, intense firefight! We are pinned down by a superior enemy force and cannot disengage! Requesting emergency air support! Repeat, requesting urgent close air support (CAS) and artillery fire!"

Captain Ronson was not fundamentally different from any other U.S. Army soldier.

When in doubt, call the air force.

There's nothing the Air Force can't solve.

There is no problem that the A-10 warthog cannot solve.

It's just a matter of one bomb.

If one shot doesn't work, try two.

Major James listened to the rapid-fire gunfire, the continuous explosions, the shouts of soldiers, and the screams of the wounded coming from the radio in the rear command post. His face turned from ashen to deathly pale.

His worst nightmare about his career has finally become a reality.

U.S. special forces clashed with a large number of 1515 militants in the early hours of the morning in the Mannier Valley, and the battle became a stalemate.

The original purpose was simply to search for a small Russian military unit.

This is absolutely a catastrophic event.

"Order approved!"

James practically spat out those words through gritted teeth.

The Russian military squad is no longer important.

The important thing is that the "Razor" squad doesn't get into any major trouble and doesn't suffer too many casualties.

"Authorize 'Death-2' to engage in combat immediately! Prioritize clearing enemy heavy machine gun positions, RPG sniper rallies, and mortar positions! Contact the Tactical Air Force Command Center immediately; I need the fastest CAS! A-10s or F-16s, I don't care what they are, I need them over the Mannier Valley immediately! Bomb those sons of bitches back to the Stone Age!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)