Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1171 Meeting at Kubai Town

Seven pickup trucks!

This is exciting news.

“Mark the location of vehicles and personnel.”

Petrovsky gave the order.

Soon, a simplified battlefield sketch was shared via data link to the terminals of each member of the squad.

The seven pickup trucks were parked in a loose formation. There were nine armed men. Three were near the entrance to the upper reaches of the valley, two were chatting in the middle of the convoy, one was keeping watch near the lower reaches, and the other three were gathered around a makeshift fire next to one of the pickup trucks.

"An ideal firing range."

Petrovsky snorted and immediately began deploying. "Listen, we need to be fast and quiet. 'Hammer,' 'Eagle Eye,' you take the three at the upstream entrance. 'Cold Blade,' 'Hunter,' you occupy the high ground, prioritize eliminating any targets attempting to use communication equipment or heavy weapons, and monitor the overall situation. 'Thor,' 'Angel,' the two in the middle are yours. 'Silver,' 'Frost,' take out the three by the campfire. Song and I will take the sentry downstream. Everyone use silenced weapons, attack simultaneously. I'll count down three, two, one, then fire simultaneously. Make sure the target is instantly incapacitated and unable to speak. Understand?"

"understand!"

A deep, unified response came from the channel.

The action unfolded quickly.

The squad, like precise gears meshing, silently and efficiently moved into attack positions.

Using the rocks and bushes as cover, Song Heping and Petrovsky crouched low and approached the sentry downstream, who was carrying an AK-47 and yawning from time to time, silently like two cheetahs hunting for food.

The hunter and his deputy, sniper "Cold Blade" Dmitry, lay like a rock on a high point overlooking the entire valley. Their sniper rifles were already set up, and the crosshairs were firmly locked onto an armed leader in the middle of the convoy who had a walkie-talkie on his belt.

The others also took their positions and quickly moved into attack positions, each locking onto their prey.

An extreme tranquility permeated the air, with only the faint whistling of the morning wind blowing across the Gobi Desert.

In the valley, the militants were completely unaware of this; they were probably still talking about the battle in the Mannier Valley or complaining about the cold morning.

A few minutes later, Petrovsky clearly gave the order over the channel: "Three...two...one...go!"

"Puff puff puff puff——"

"Puff puff--"

"puff--"

"puff--"

A series of dense but extremely faint sounds ripped through the morning tranquility; it was the sound of multiple silenced rifles and pistols firing simultaneously, almost drowned out by the wind.

In the field of view of the night vision goggles and optical sights, the target's body jolted violently almost simultaneously.

A small hole suddenly appeared in the forehead of the sentry downstream, and he fell backward without uttering a sound.

Of the three militants at the upstream entrance, two were accurately shot in the head, and one was covered in the mouth from behind by "Iron Hammer" while his military knife pierced his heart with lightning speed.

The two people chatting in the middle were instantly knocked down by crossfire from the flank.

Three people were standing by the fire. One of them had just picked up a piece of naan bread when bullets entered their bodies from different angles. The one who tried to grab the rifle leaning against the pickup truck was shot in the back of the head by a hunter in the distance as soon as he raised his hand.

The entire elimination process, from the first barely audible gunshot to the last target falling to the ground, lasted no more than five seconds.

The nine militants were all killed before they could even utter a proper scream.

The scene was so clean and efficient that it was astonishing.

"Target cleared. Area secure."

The vice-captain, "Cold Blade," calmly confirmed.

The squad members quickly emerged from their concealed positions, formed a tactical formation, and rapidly entered the valley. They cautiously pointed their guns at the undercarriages of vehicles or shadowy areas where enemies might be hiding, and conducted a final sweep to confirm their positions.

"Check the vehicle's fuel level and condition. Gather available supplies, especially weapons, ammunition, and fuel."

Petrovsky gave the order.

Song Heping walked quickly to a Toyota Hilux pickup truck that looked to be in relatively good condition, opened the door, and found the key in the ignition.

He checked the fuel gauge; it was just over half full.

He nodded to Petrovsky: "This car is alright."

The other team members quickly checked the condition of the other vehicles and finally selected three pickup trucks with the most fuel and in the best condition.

“Drain the fuel tanks of the other vehicles and concentrate it on these three. Collect all the fuel and drinking water you can find,” Petrovsky added.

The team members immediately dragged the body behind the rocks to cover it up and clear away any obvious signs of battle, while also collecting useful supplies.

Soon, the three pickup trucks were filled with gas, and there were also several cans of spare fuel and some food and water in the trucks.

"Get in the car! Let's go!"

Petrovsky turned around and waved to all the team members.

The engine roared low, breaking the silence of the valley.

Three pickup trucks loaded with "ghosts" drove out of the dry valley and onto the barren dirt road leading to Kubai town, kicking up a trail of dust.

The vehicle sped along the bumpy dirt road, leaving the Gunai Mountains completely behind. In the eastern sky, the rising sun burst forth, casting golden rays across the barren land and dispelling the chill and bloodshed of the night.

Song Heping sat in the passenger seat of the lead car, which was driven by an SSO member.

He glanced back to make sure no one was following him, then took out the disassembled satellite phone from his backpack.

After leaving the interference zone, the phone's indicator light returned to normal.

He took a deep breath and dialed a complicated number.

After a brief pause, the call was answered, and a steady, familiar voice came from the other end, speaking in Chinese: "Old squad leader, are you out?"

"Yes, he's out," Song Heping said in a deep voice.

"How are you? Are you injured?"

This is the issue that Jiang Feng cares about most.

"We are uninjured and have successfully left the combat zone. We are currently on our way to Kubai Town. If all goes well, we expect to arrive at the designated rendezvous point in about an hour."

Song Heping gave Jiang Feng a brief reply.

Jiang Feng immediately reported the current deployment: "Understood. We have set up a temporary safe point at the abandoned vehicle repair shop at coordinates XXX, XXX on the outskirts of Kubai Town. Nassin and his 'Sand Fox' squad are also there. The situation here is quite interesting; the defenses of Kubai Town are weaker than expected, and most of the local Kolde local forces have been transferred to the Manniye direction. You can come over without worry!"

"Understood. Keep communications silent and do not contact us again until arrival." "Received. Be careful and stay vigilant."

"clear."

After ending the communication, Song Heping relayed the situation to Petrovsky.

The major nodded, signaling the driver to speed up.

Having escaped the interference zone, Petrovsky also used the squad's long-range communication equipment to re-establish contact with the Russian military command.

After reporting the situation, he received authorization from command and a commitment to request limited air support at a "critical moment".

This undoubtedly adds an extra layer of insurance to the subsequent operations.

Everything seemed to be getting better.

Bad luck dissipates, and good luck seems to be on its way.

The one-hour drive passed in silence and vigilance.

The team avoided the main roads, traveling through the wilderness and on secondary roads. They occasionally encountered a few refugees or local herders, but all their encounters were without incident.

It was nearly nine o'clock in the morning when the low, bullet-riddled, tan-colored buildings of Kubai came into view on the horizon.

The sun grew scorching, and the surroundings became bright. Everyone immediately donned camouflage, removing their helmets and other conspicuous items, replacing them with headscarves, and covering their camouflage uniforms with robes stripped from the dead. Standing in the pickup trucks of the 1515 armed group, they looked like a group of 1515 terrorists from a distance.

Following the coordinates provided by Jiang Feng, the three pickup trucks did not enter the town directly, but instead detoured to a severely eroded yardang landform area about three kilometers northwest of the town.

Amidst a vast, labyrinthine landscape of wind-eroded rock pillars and collapsed building ruins, they found the abandoned vehicle repair shop.

The main building of the repair shop has collapsed, leaving only the rusted steel frame and broken cement slabs.

The yard was littered with the skeletons and parts of wrecked cars, all covered by a thick layer of sand.

Petrovsky indicated that they should stop on a high ground about 500 meters away from the repair shop to observe.

"Cold Blade, find a high vantage point and monitor the repair shop and surrounding area."

“'Signal', launch drones to scout the flanks and rear.”

"Everyone else, keep your vehicles running and be ready to evacuate or launch an attack."

With the order given, the squad once again entered a state of combat readiness.

Song Heping carefully examined the ruins through his binoculars.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the whistling of the wind through the cracks in the rocks.

There was no one in sight, nor any sound.

But beneath this deathly silence may lie deadly dangers or long-awaited allies.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Cold Blade's voice finally came through: "Inside the repair shop, behind the collapsed wall in the southeast corner, a slight reflection was detected, suspected to be an observation device. No other signs of activity were found."

Is it Jiang Feng and his group?
Or a trap?

Petrovsky looked at Song Heping. Song Heping pondered for a moment and said, "Send the signal. In the way we agreed."

Petrovsky nodded and gestured to the driver.

The driver understood, pressed the horn three times rhythmically, paused for two seconds, and then pressed it twice more.

This is one of the pre-arranged contact signals.

After the signal was sent, the repair shop remained eerily silent.

A full minute passed, and just as everyone's nerves were on edge, from the reflective spot in the southeast corner of the repair shop, a piece of old, rusty iron was slowly pushed open with a crack.

A figure appeared behind the gap. He was wearing a brown robe commonly seen in the area, with a turban wrapped around his head. His face was weathered, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

He raised his right hand and made a strange gesture—his index finger and thumb were bent into a circle, while the other three fingers were extended. He held the gesture in the air for three seconds before lowering it.

Song Heping's heart skipped a beat.

It's this gesture!
The secret code Jiang Feng and he agreed upon!
He immediately nodded in confirmation to Petrovsky.

Petrovsky ordered: "The lead vehicle slowly approaches the entrance to the repair shop, while the rest of the vehicles remain on alert and provide cover."

The lead car carrying Song Heping slowly started moving, heading towards the long-gone gate of the repair shop at a pace slightly faster than walking.

As the distance closed, Song Heping could see the person making the gesture more clearly.

Although he was disguised, his familiar figure and eyes were undoubtedly Jiang Feng!

The vehicle stopped at the entrance of the repair shop.

Song Heping opened the car door, but did not get out immediately, his eyes scanning the yard warily.

Jiang Feng emerged completely from his hiding place. Behind him, five or six more people appeared, also dressed as locals, but their efficiency and vigilance were far beyond that of ordinary armed personnel.

One of them lifted his robe, revealing an AK-103 hanging on his chest. This guy was none other than Nassin, the captain of the Persian "Sand Fox" squad.

Upon seeing Song Heping, the two were very excited and ran over.

"Mr. Song!"

"Old monitor!"

"Get out of the car and remain vigilant."

Petrovsky gave the order over the channel.

SSO team members disembarked quickly but in an orderly manner, and rapidly established a defensive perimeter using the vehicles and the remaining ruins.

How are your preparations going?

After meeting, Song Heping got straight to the point.

"Have you prepared everything I requested?"

"Everything has been arranged according to your instructions, and we are ready to depart at any time." Jiang Feng's face was full of confidence: "Our more than 10,000 soldiers have also been mobilized and hidden near the border. As long as you give the order, we can even cross the border and kill our way across. We don't care about those 1515 armed bastards or the Kold'd. If necessary, we'll send them to hell!"

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)