Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1205 Legend
"They must have dug tunnels in the city!"

Song Heping blurted out.

If I'm not mistaken, the underground of Dagug City has definitely been hollowed out by the 1515 militants!
They built a vast network of tunnels!

The surface bombings may have destroyed buildings, but they were unlikely to harm the personnel hiding in the tunnels.

Furthermore, these tunnel exits may be scattered throughout the entire city, allowing them to appear anywhere without warning and launch deadly flanking and backstabbing attacks on exposed attacking forces!
This makes sense.

After all, the reason they were able to stay in the Northwest region for so long and withstand multiple US air raids without being wiped out must have been because of the cities and tunnels!
That's right!

Tricky!
A layer of sweat appeared on Song Heping's forehead.

Unexpectedly, the tactics that Tokyo University excelled at during the Anti-Japanese War have been copied by terrorists in the Middle East and used against us!

"Oh shit!"

Song Heping rarely swore.

But at this moment, I couldn't help myself.

If things continue like this, the two "musician" mercenary battalions that have advanced the fastest and penetrated the deepest into the city will not only fail to become the sharpest daggers to pierce the enemy's heart, but will instead become isolated forces and get bogged down in the quagmire of tunnel warfare, ultimately becoming the units that suffer the heaviest losses!
With every step they take, they risk being engulfed by fire from underground and all around.

This can't go on any longer!

Song Heping acted decisively, grabbing the microphone again: "'Musician' Battalion 1, Battalion 2! This is Commander Song Heping! I order your unit to immediately halt your advance! Utilize your current positions to establish a circular defensive position! Hold your ground and await further orders! Repeat, halt advance, defend in place!"

The command center fell silent as soon as the order was given.

Everyone understood what this order meant.

"Old monitor!"

Jiang Feng turned his head sharply, his face filled with astonishment and confusion. "Stop advancing? Let them gain a foothold in the city? Then all our previous efforts will have been in vain! Once they have fully organized their defenses, established a complete firepower system, and made full use of their tunnel network, the price we will have to pay next..."

"You think I don't know?!"

Song Heping interrupted him, his gaze still fixed on the screen: "You think there's any other way? Look at the current situation map! The mercenary camp is advancing too fast, like a lone dagger. No matter how sharp the tip is, there's no protection on either side of the blade. If the flanks don't keep up, then they're easy targets! 1515 knows this city better than we do, and they even have tunnels! Continuing to push forward isn't an attack, it's suicide!"

He pointed to the two blue arrows deeply embedded in the red area on the screen and said, "Damn it, those are the two most elite battalions I transferred from my own company in Africa! We have to protect them, we can't let them be wasted on meaningless assaults!"

Jiang Feng opened his mouth, looking at the flashing symbols indicating a firefight around the mercenary camp on the screen, as well as the two blue arrows that had temporarily stabilized due to the halt in their advance, but ultimately swallowed his words.

He understood that Song Heping was right; continuing to charge forward was pointless.

"So... what do we do now? Just stay here and wait? Time isn't on our side."

Song Heping did not answer immediately.

He slowly sat back in his chair, crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, his deep gaze fixed on the city of Daguge on the screen, which seemed to have opened its giant maw.

Only the static from the radio and the distant sound of explosions from the drone footage remained in the command center.

Gunfire continued to be intense inside the city, but the offensive momentum of the mercenary battalion of "Musician" Defense had stopped.

In Song Heping's mind, countless tactical plans, enemy and friendly situations, and equipment lists flashed by rapidly as he searched for the fulcrum that could move this city of death.

A minute later, Song Heping stood up.

"Want to be a coward?"

He stared at the screen, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Dream on."

He turned to the officer in charge of liaising with the local Kold'd militia and said, "Do you have some female fighters who enjoy beheading extremists?"

The officer from Kold was suddenly taken aback.

I didn't immediately understand why the commander suddenly asked such a question.

But he quickly realized what Song Heping was referring to.

In the past two years, the 1515 armed group has been steadily encroaching on the areas controlled by Kold. Unable to win in direct combat, the Kold forces, suffering repeated defeats, have resorted to some underhanded tactics.

Send women to behead 1515 extremists.

To outsiders, this tactic might seem cruel.

Sending a woman to behead someone is somewhat politically incorrect, and even morally questionable, in the so-called "civilized" world.

But for those superstitious extremists who believe that death will grant them access to heaven and 72... women (don't scold me for writing it this way, I can't help it). 1515, being killed by a Kurdish woman will prevent them from entering heaven.

Therefore, they are afraid of girls and are extremely indignant about anything that would jeopardize their ascension to "heaven".

Song Heping had only heard about this from others; he had never witnessed it himself.

But now that things have come to this, he feels he should make good use of this legend.

"Commander... what is this...?"

"I ask you, if the 1515 militants are beheaded by the Kolde women, according to them, wouldn't they lose their right to enter so-called paradise?"

Song Heping pressed for an answer.

He had to find out if the legend was true.

Otherwise, it's useless.

"Yes……"

The liaison officer, Kold, nodded laboriously. He still didn't understand why the commander had asked that question.

He even suspected that the commander in front of him, whose eyes were as sharp as knives, might take the opportunity to cause him trouble.

"There's a saying... that it's caused by their extreme doctrines..."

"Relax, I don't eat people." Song Heping's tone softened: "Go contact the Abuyu Brigade and have them find some Kold women from the logistics department. Oh, and have them bring the sharpest machetes."

After saying that, he turned to Jiang Feng and said, "Immediately contact all the frontline combat units and gather all the 'jihadists' we captured earlier. Select a group with lighter injuries who can still make a sound and take them to that open area in the west of the city. Execute them publicly in front of the 1515 armed forces in the city. Keep them at a distance so the snipers can't reach them. Then have our people broadcast through loudspeakers throughout the city, letting them know that Kold's women have made their move. Make the commotion as big as possible."

An hour later, on a relatively flat wasteland west of Daguk City.

Dozens of captured 1515 militants, mostly wounded and ragged, were forced to kneel on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs.

These people all had dirty beards on their faces, and their eyes were a mixture of fear, numbness, and a trace of remaining fanaticism.

Surrounding them was a group of Kold women dressed in traditional black robes and headscarves.

Their eyes were filled with burning rage—many of them had lost their husbands, sons, and brothers to the brutal slaughter of 1515.

A few armed men from the Abuyu Brigade stood guard on the perimeter, their eyes cold and indifferent.

There was no trial, no lengthy indictment.

As the elderly man leading the group nodded slightly, the women, though their movements were somewhat clumsy, swung their machetes with extraordinary determination...

click-

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A strange sound came from behind.

It's like chopping pork bones with a cleaver on a cutting board.

The kneeling prisoners fell to the ground one after another like felled stalks of wheat, their blood quickly staining the yellow earth beneath them.

A clean decapitation is considered a quick and painless death.

Those few 1515s who survived a single blow suffered greatly.

Some were stabbed seven or eight times, yet their necks remained intact, and their bodies continued to twitch and struggle...

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Blood flowed everywhere, like a stream in the desert...

The dying cries and the long-suppressed shouts of revenge from the women mingled together and were carried clearly by the wind into the nearby city of Daguk.

The drone's camera kept a close watch on everything happening in the city.

At first, there was a deathly silence, as if the entire city had been stunned.

Some of the 1515 militants who were originally hiding in houses were the first to break out.

Their position offered the best view of the beheadings outside the city.

Especially since several loudspeakers had been set up in the city at some unknown time, and someone was sneering through the loudspeakers in an extremely mocking tone—

“We will surround you and kill you! When you are so weak from hunger, we will drag you out of the tunnels one by one and let the women cut your necks with knives. Then, your souls will be trapped in an endless hell forever…”

Song Heping did not know who was in charge of broadcasting.

But I have to admit, even I felt like rushing up and slapping this guy a few times because of his highly inflammatory and sarcastic tone.

Not to mention those 1515 elements...

Sure enough, not long after, a strange scene appeared in the drone's view—

Large numbers of 1515 armed personnel poured out of different buildings in the city, rushing out of their hiding places like ants being trampled on in an anthill.

The leader pointed in the direction outside the city and shouted something at the top of his lungs.

Just ten minutes later, more militants rushed out of the building where they were hiding and gathered on the street, their emotions running high.

The content broadcast over the loudspeaker, the extremely insulting language, and the news that their colleagues outside the city had been beheaded by the Kolde women greatly stimulated the nerves that had been tainted by extreme doctrines.

To these fanatics, being so humiliatingly executed by "infidels," especially women whom they considered inferior beings, was a disgrace more unbearable than death itself!
"Allahu Akbar!!"

"They slaughtered our brothers!"

"We cannot allow them to desecrate the remains of the martyrs!"

"Revenge! Slaughter all these infidels! Charge out of the city and wipe them out!"

ZJ's fanaticism and deliberately provoked anger spread like wildfire among the city's defenders, quickly drowning out the commander's rational calls to hold the line.

Inside the command post.

"The Hunter" whispered to Song Heping, "Boss, the fish have come out of their hiding places."

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)