Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1204 Street Fighting in Dagug

The drone's optical sensors and infrared lenses projected the dying city of Dagug onto the command center's giant LCD screen without reservation.

In the scene, the building resembles a lit matchbox, spewing orange-red flames and thick black smoke in all directions from time to time.

The muzzle flashes briefly appeared at broken windows and street corners, and bullets struck adobe or concrete walls, kicking up puffs of grayish-white dust.

The initial attack seemed to be going well.

Under the precise "house-demolition" operation of US warplanes, the defensive fortifications outside the city were blown to pieces like children's toys.

Militia members belonging to the "Liberation Forces" and the Abuyu Brigade, along with the two "Musicians" mercenary battalions acting as the spearheads of the attack, poured into the dilapidated city of Dagug from three different directions, shouting as they entered.

However, they soon encountered resistance from 1515 militants.

After watching for a while, Song Heping's brows furrowed tightly.

He keenly sensed that the offensive line was becoming uneven.

He immediately grabbed the radio intercom:
"Attention all attacking units! This is a critical moment. We must advance at the fastest speed, at all costs! Do not stop! Do not hesitate! Push forward relentlessly! Do not let them gain a foothold! Repeat! Advance towards the city center at the fastest speed, at all costs! Any unit that hesitates will be executed by military law!"

The order was firm and decisive, devoid of any emotion.

That's how war works; it requires commanders to treat living beings as cold, hard numbers and to perform the most brutal calculations on the abacus.

This moment of womanly compassion will only bring about many times more bloodshed in the future.

The drone's aerial view is revealing the hellish scene in the city to everyone in the command center.

The camera zooms in on a narrow street, where a dozen militiamen from the "Liberation Forces" are carrying AK-47s and attempting to quickly cross an intersection along the base of a wall.

Just as the leaders stepped out of their cover, several windows of a three-story building to their side simultaneously spewed out deadly flames!
"Tap tap tap... tap tap tap..."

It was a mix of continuous bursts from the PKM general-purpose machine gun and dense spray from the AK rifle. The bullets swept across the street like an invisible scythe.

The militiamen were as if they had been pushed hard by an invisible hand; their bodies trembled violently, and four or five of them collapsed instantly.

Some died without uttering a sound, while others fell into pools of blood, letting out piercing screams.

Blood spread rapidly from beneath them, staining the grayish-yellow earth with glaring dark red patches.

In the overhead view of a drone, people appear as tiny as ants.

The process of being shot and falling down lost all the heroic embellishment, leaving only the abruptness and wretchedness of the forced termination of biological functions.

Their bodies lay among the rubble, contorted in posture, and soon became indistinguishable from the scattered garbage and broken furniture around them.

Song Heping felt his hair stand on end, and a chill ran up his spine to the top of his head.

Witnessing such an aesthetically pleasing massacre firsthand is an extreme test of one's nerves.

But he couldn't look away.

As the commander, I have to bear all of this.

"Attention all units! If necessary, blow up the walls! Use every means to increase the speed of advance! Armored vehicles and armed pickup trucks must keep up and provide good firepower for the infantry. How have you been training in combined arms tactics? Put them into practice!"

"Remember, the longer this drags on, the greater the losses will be!"

He picked up the microphone again and roared out the command:
"Air formations, pay attention to ground guidance signals and coordinate with ground controllers to launch precision strikes!"

The command, like a whip lashing a packhorse, certainly accelerated the gears of the attack.

In particular, the two mercenary battalions of "musicians" from Africa displayed remarkable professionalism.

Armored pickup trucks, Humvees, and a small number of BTR-80 wheeled armored vehicles equipped with M2HB heavy machine guns and MK19 automatic grenade launchers deployed in standard attack formations in the dim dawn light, like sophisticated war machines beginning to mesh and operate.

The infantrymen dismounted from the vehicles with skillful tactical maneuvers, forming groups of three and squads of five, and advanced in alternating leaps, taking advantage of the terrain and vehicle cover.

The vehicle-mounted heavy firepower began to roar rhythmically, suppressing any enemy that dared to show their faces.

The mortar squad quickly set up positions and, based on the coordinates reported by the forward observers, accurately fired high-explosive shells at every building where the 1515 militants might be hiding.

In the sky, two A-10C "Warthog" attack aircraft entered the battlefield with their distinctive deep roar.

"Warthog 1-1 received, has entered attack flight path, laser designation code confirmed."

The lead pilot's calm voice came through the communication channel.

The forward air traffic controllers of the 2nd Battalion of the "Musicians" had already locked onto the machine gun bunker made of sandbags and concrete with their laser designators.

"Laser continues to irradiate; target marked."

"Roger that!"

An AGM-65 Maverick air-to-ground missile detached from the wing pylon of the Warthog, trailing a striking white plume, and hurtled toward its target in a near-straight trajectory!

Seconds later, the missile hit its target precisely!

The violent explosion blew the entire fortress, along with the machine gunners inside, into the air, sending debris and rubble flying everywhere like a shower of petals.

Immediately afterwards, the A-10 began to dive, and the terrifying GAU-8 30mm seven-barrel Gatling gun under the nose began to rotate and preheat, then emitted a deep roar like tearing cloth!

"Thump thump thump thump—thump thump thump thump—"

The 30mm depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, like a whip of death, lashed out mercilessly.

Whether it was sandbag bunkers, brick walls, or abandoned light vehicles, they were all easily torn apart, pierced, and detonated like paper in the face of this devastating firepower.

However, the 1515 militants in Dagug City, although they were indeed briefly thrown into chaos by the initial shelling and airstrikes, were, after all, desperate men who had been tempered by years of war, and their ferocity and tenacity far exceeded that of ordinary troops.

Driven by the hoarse urging of local leaders and the fervent slogans of religious fanaticism, these men quickly utilized the complex terrain of the outskirts of the city—dilapidated houses, abandoned factories, and crisscrossing ravines—to organize layers of resistance.

Snipers lurked in the shadows, firing sniper shots. RPG rockets, trailing gray-white flames, flew out of unexpected windows. Mortar shells landed sporadically but precisely near the attacking formation. There were even fearless "martyrs" who, carrying explosive packs or vests strapped with grenades, suddenly rushed out of the alleyway and charged at the "Liberation Forces" militia, taking away a number of lives in the explosions.

The battle was fierce from the very beginning; every meter advanced required remeasurement of streets and houses in blood.

The footage transmitted by the drone clearly shows that all the main forces of the 1515 armed group are systematically and comprehensively retreating into the city of Dagug.

They set up roadblocks at street entrances using abandoned vehicles, furniture, and sandbags, deployed snipers and observation posts on high ground, and even planted explosives inside some key buildings. Clearly, they were determined to use their familiarity with the urban environment to drag the attackers into the bloodiest, most time-consuming, and manpower-intensive urban warfare quagmire.

"Damn it!"

Jiang Feng, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but slam his fist on the control panel, making a dull thud. "Those militiamen are still no good!"

He hit the nail on the head.

The screen displayed several main directions of attack.

The two battalions of the "Musicians" mercenaries, like two red-hot daggers, are stubbornly wedging themselves into the city with their powerful firepower and superb tactics.

However, the offensive axes of the "Liberation Forces" on both sides and the Abuyu Brigade were like oxcarts stuck in the mud, advancing at a frustratingly slow pace.

These militia members lacked heavy firepower and had poor tactical skills. Faced with the fierce resistance of the 1515 militants who relied on buildings, they often appeared at a loss at critical moments.

No wonder.

In recent years, the brutality and madness of the 1515 militia in Iligor have instilled fear in the locals. Although these militiamen have a blood feud with the extremists, when it comes to fighting to the death, they always lack a bit of courage and still have an unconscious fear of the extremists.

They crowded around the street corner, blindly firing bullets in suspicious directions, but were unable to effectively suppress and eliminate the enemy.

Once they encounter crossfire from RPGs or machine guns, they are prone to chaos and heavy casualties.

Their slow advance resulted in two large dents on the front of the attack, turning what should have been a parallel advance into two isolated spearheads for the "Musician" defenses, with the two mercenary battalions standing out prominently.

This resulted in the two rapidly advancing mercenary battalions unwittingly becoming isolated and receiving focused "attention" from the 1515 armed personnel.

"Command post! This is the 'Musicians' Battalion 1! We've been caught in a fierce pincer attack from buildings on both the left and right! Repeat, caught in a fierce pincer attack! The 'Liberation Forces' are responsible for the area on the left, and the Abuyu Brigade is responsible for the area on the right. They couldn't keep up, and our flanks are completely exposed!"

On the communications channel, the urgent yet calm voice of the "Musician" Battalion Commander could be heard, but the intense gunfire and explosions in the background revealed the critical situation.

"Our battalion has suffered casualties! Requesting immediate air support to suppress our left and right flanks. Coordinates have been sent! Requesting bombing!"

Song Heping's heart sank.

His worst fears have come true.

On the screen, the blue arrow representing the "Musicians" battalion is deeply embedded in the red area representing enemy-occupied territory, while on its left and right sides are large areas of red and stagnant green markers of friendly forces.

"Air formation, immediately carry out the suppression mission according to the coordinates and guidance provided by the First Battalion!" Song Heping issued the order to the US air formation without hesitation.

Soon, death descended from the sky once more.

A 500-pound laser-guided bomb was dropped on the buildings on either side of the "Musician" Battalion.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The continuous, loud explosions could be clearly heard even through the drone's microphone.

The target building collapsed and crumbled amidst towering flames and smoke, turning into a pile of ruins.

The bombing appeared to be very effective, instantly silencing the rampaging machine gun emplacements.

Taking advantage of the situation, the soldiers of the "Musician" Battalion attempted to advance again under the cover of armored vehicles.

However, their advance team had just crossed the bombed-out barricade less than fifty meters—

call out--

An RPG rocket was fired from a partially collapsed building.

"RPG!"

The infantrymen cried out in alarm.

The armored vehicle driver hurriedly shifted into reverse...

But it was all too late...

boom--

The rocket hit the front of the vehicle directly.

The explosion blew the hood into the air, and the entire car was engulfed in flames.

Two mercenaries, engulfed in flames, jumped from the vehicle, only to be riddled with bullets before they could even scramble away...

"Tap tap tap tap!"

"Bang! Bang!"

More intense and deadly firepower poured out from their flanks and some buildings further behind!

A mercenary operating a machine gun was shot in the head and fell to the ground without uttering a sound. Another soldier, trying to roll behind cover, was struck in the thigh by a bullet that came from nowhere, and blood instantly stained the ground red.

"Command! The 'Musician' Battalion reports again! The air raid has limited effect! Repeat, the air raid has limited effect! Enemy firing positions have shifted or re-emerged! We are under more intense flanking attacks! We cannot advance! Casualties are increasing!"

For the first time, the battalion commander's voice carried a hint of barely concealed anxiety.

Song Heping stared intently at the screen, his pupils slightly contracted, his brain working at an unprecedented speed, analyzing every frame and every detail.

bombing……

ruins……

The revived firing point...

Firing from an unexpected rear direction...

Suddenly, a terrifying thought flashed through his mind like lightning!
typical!

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)