Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1207 The Miracle of Four Hours
Gunfire gradually subsided in the last few buildings in the western part of the city that were still putting up resistance.

The supreme commander of the 1515 armed forces in Dagugcheng—a bearded man named Abu Omar—was currently huddled in the basement of a building, listening to the increasingly close sounds of gunfire and explosions outside. His face had lost all color, leaving only a deathly ashen hue.

His people were lying haphazardly on the street outside, and few of them were still breathing.

Retreat?
It had long been blocked by artillery fire.

Reinforcements?

Titrick didn't utter a single word.

Earlier radio communications indicated that government forces in Ozam were also launching a large-scale artillery barrage, suggesting an impending offensive.

Meanwhile, headquarters in Cyria replied that reinforcements had been dispatched, but they encountered heavy airstrikes from the US Air Force near the border and were unable to cross the border to reach northwestern Iriego. They urged Omar to hold on, saying that reinforcements would definitely arrive...

Definitely until...

Ha ha.

That's practically trying to fool a three-year-old!
The situation in Celia is not good either.

Starting in the early morning, the Russian Aerospace Forces continuously bombed the 1515 militia in the direction of Deir ez-Zor in Syria. Almost the entire eastern part of Syria was under heavy attack by government forces and Wagner mercenaries...

Omar is like a blind man eating dumplings—he knows exactly what he's doing.

This attack seems to be completely different from previous ones.

The attack they were facing was just one part of a larger operation.

What terrified him even more was that the US military actually cooperated with the militia to attack Dagula!

This was the thing that devastated Omar the most.

Previously, the militia groups in the northwest had absolutely no common ground with the Iligian government forces and the US military.

Now, not only have these previously unrelated armed forces come together and joined forces to attack the 1515 armed group, but even the Russian army in Syria seems to have joined the battle...

Thinking hard!
This means that Americans, Russians, Kurds, Persians, Iligo's local armed militias, and mercenary groups...

These guys have joined forces to wipe out the 1515 armed group...

O God...

Omar let out a helpless wail in his heart.

An ominous premonition, like a dark cloud drifting in from the horizon, quickly shrouded me in utter darkness, leaving me completely hopeless...

The last of his capable soldiers rushed out in a rush, and before anyone could hear a sound, they were all wiped out in the open area outside the city.

"It's over...it's all over..."

He murmured, his voice hoarse.

Several die-hard supporters beside him stared at him expectantly, guns clutched in their hands, but the suicidal glint in their eyes had vanished, replaced by a blank stare as they awaited their fate.

Omar gasped for breath, then suddenly raised his head, a final struggle flashing in his cloudy eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Go...go find a white cloth...hold it up...we...surrender."

His subordinates were stunned.

surrender?

These guys, who usually have "martyrdom" on their lips and are always ready to die together with someone, never imagined that the word would come out of their boss's mouth.

But seeing Omar's completely broken state, and looking at the overwhelmingly superior enemy outside, the instinct for survival ultimately prevailed over that illusory fanaticism.

A younger militant, trembling, tore a relatively clean piece of rag from a nearby corpse, found a broken mop handle, and haphazardly tied it together, thus creating a simple, shabby white flag.

Holding the thing, he cautiously walked out of the basement entrance, onto the ground floor, and went to the building's door. He unfurled the white flag, then waved it with all his might, shouting in a tearful voice in Arabic: "Don't shoot! We surrender! We surrender!"

Not far away, a squad leader from the "Musicians" battalion was leading his men to clear the area. When he saw the swaying white cloth, he paused for a moment, then roared into the comms: "Ceasefire! Ceasefire! Something's up! Second squad, keep an eye on things, watch out for a feigned surrender!"

The gunfire stopped.

Several soldiers, taking cover, kept their guns pointed at the young armed man holding the white flag.

"Hands up! Let me see your hands! Then come out!"

The squad leader gestured for him to slowly walk out.

The young man scrambled out, his face deathly pale, repeatedly muttering "surrender." The squad leader ordered his men to pin him down and search him. After confirming he was unarmed, he asked gruffly, "How many people are still inside?"

"There are...there are...just a dozen or so...we're all out of bullets...really none left..."

The young 1515 militant was rambling incoherently.

"Is your commander inside?!"

“There is…our leader…Omar told me to come out and surrender…they want to surrender too…”

Upon hearing this, the squad leader spat on the ground and immediately reported over the channel: "Headquarters, there's an enemy raising a white flag in Sector C. It's said that their leader, Abu Omar, might be inside, claiming he wants to surrender. Please give instructions."

When the news reached Song Heping, he was looking at the situation map of the entire Daguk region.

Upon hearing "Abu Omar has surrendered," his face remained completely expressionless. He simply replied into the microphone, "Proceed according to standard procedures. Disarm and verify his identity. If it is confirmed to be Abu Omar, place him in solitary custody."

Not long after the order was given, Abu Omar and his last dozen or so remaining soldiers filed out of the basement with their hands raised and covered in dust. They were immediately pinned to the ground and tied up tightly by the ravenous soldiers.

This guy is quite famous in northwestern Iligo, and can be considered a key figure in 1515. He has been victorious in the past two years in dealing with militias and government forces, which is why he was put in charge of Dagura, a key town at the northern gateway.

This once arrogant extremist leader now hangs his head among the prisoners, too ashamed to even look anyone in the eye.

The supreme commander surrendered, and the central nervous system died.

Omar was forced to issue the order to surrender over the radio by mercenaries from "Musician" Defense, who held guns to his head...

Half an hour later, the last few sporadic gunshots in Daguk City also fell silent, and the entire city was deathly quiet, so quiet that it was unsettling.

When news came that the first phase of Operation "The Crucible" was complete, the command channel went silent; only the smoke from the newly destroyed city continued to rise silently.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Bakdad, U.S. Joint Command.

On the large electronic sand table, the glaring red dot representing Daguk has now turned blue.

The room was filled with high-ranking military officers and intelligence personnel, all staring at the battle report that had just been deciphered on the main screen, and no one uttered a sound.

"It's been verified? Really less than four hours? Only one of our own people lost a couple hundred?"

An air force officer took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes vigorously. "They're taking down over 1,500 desperate criminals guarding the city! And they have heavy weapons! Is...is this even scientifically possible?"

Colonel Kurt stood at the back of the crowd, his coffee long since cold.

His mind flashed back to that highly charged meeting with Song Heping.

At the time, I thought that this guy, who came from a junior PLA sergeant background, could not possibly have any ability to command large-scale troops.

After the cooperation was finalized, he even had a wicked urge to see the collaboration between White House and Song Heping end up like a burnt pumpkin pancake.

But now this battle report feels like a slap in the face.

The important town of Dagula was captured in four hours.

This is definitely not luck.

"Everyone."

A lieutenant colonel responsible for analyzing battlefield footage spoke dryly, switching the screen to an aerial view of the area outside Daguk.

"According to the last data transmitted back by the Global Hawk and KH-11... Dagula has basically been 'cleaned up'. Look at this artillery coverage, and look at these air strike points, they specifically targeted key points, with a destruction rate close to 100%... When did these militias become so powerful?"

An intelligence analyst standing nearby said, "It's said that the 'Liberation Forces' militia has a secret base on the Persian Plateau, where they trained for a year. The owner of the base is Song Heping. Moreover, the first to break through the city were two mercenary battalion-level units that Song Heping specially transferred from Africa. Judging from the footage transmitted back by the drone, their combat strength is indeed not to be underestimated..."

A collective gasp filled the command room.

Kurt slammed his coffee cup down on the control panel.

“Send a congratulatory telegram to Song Heping.”

He told the communications officer, "At the same time, order all reconnaissance units to shift their eyes south and keep a close watch on the line from Hurmatu to Titrick. I need to know what those bastards from 1515 are planning to do next."

He lowered his voice slightly, "Also, raise the monitoring level of Song Heping and his core team to the highest level. I need to know what he's planning to do next, even if he farts, I need to smell it."

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(End of this chapter)