Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1220 Seize the opportunity to occupy some oil fields!

Ten minutes later, Simon's helicopter kicked up a cloud of yellow sand and disappeared into the sky above Dagug.

The last trace of the formulaic smile on Song Heping's face, who had been standing at the command post, gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold killing intent.

"You shameless bastard."

He cursed under his breath.

This statement is not an evaluation of Simon personally, but an ultimate contempt for the entire bureaucratic system of that super-empire thousands of miles away.

The politicians in DC thought they could subdue Song Heping and make him a pawn on their chessboard, ready to be sacrificed at any time, with just a few empty promises and a little bit of insignificant aid?

Then they are very wrong.

He turned around and went back to the command post, grabbed the red internal communicator on the table, and pressed the call button cleanly and efficiently.

"Samir, Abuyu, come to see me immediately!"

The command is short and direct, without any unnecessary words.

Within a minute or two, the heavy iron door of the command post was pushed open again.

"boss!"

"Mr. Song!"

The two spoke almost at the same time.

Without exchanging any pleasantries, Song Heping strode directly to the huge military map hanging on the wall.

His finger pointed heavily at the area marked with countless circles and dots on the map—the Kirkuk oil field area.

"The Americans and we couldn't reach an agreement."

Song Heping said, "Since they won't listen to reason, they'll have to suffer the consequences. They think that without their pitiful support, we won't be able to move an inch."

His gaze swept over Samir and Abuyu: "Samir, have all the mobile battalions and companies of your 'Liberation Forces' been secretly assembled according to the plan? I need precise figures on their equipment status, ammunition reserves, and morale!"

He paused, then turned his gaze to Abyu. "Abyu, if I remember correctly, Kirkuk used to be your territory. Do you still have the courage and determination to take it back with your own hands?"

The name "Kirkuk" instantly ignited a gleam in their eyes.

"Everything's ready, boss!"

Samir stepped forward: "The First and Third Assault Battalions, the Heavy Firepower Support Company, and all mortar teams and anti-tank squads have advanced to their pre-arranged attack positions east of Kirkuk as planned. All heavy equipment has been camouflaged, and ammunition reserves are sufficient to support three days of high-intensity combat, ready to be deployed at any time."

He reported quickly and clearly, every piece of data imprinted in his mind.

"Mr. Song!"

Abuyu was even more excited: "My men have been waiting impatiently for a long time! Give the order!"

"it is good!"

The last trace of hesitation in Song Heping's eyes vanished completely.

"According to intelligence provided by the Persians, the main force of the Kurdish armed alliance, including their most elite warriors, is now firmly stuck in Agra, that meat grinder, unable to move forward or backward! According to the latest news from our inside sources, the rear forces in Kirkuk are extremely weak, and the defense is as thin as a piece of paper soaked in water! Apart from a few second-line reservists, those left behind are local police, lacking heavy weapons, with a chaotic command system and extremely low vigilance—they have no idea that we will launch a fatal attack at this time!"

He looked at Samir and Abuyu and said, “I want you to immediately launch Operation Thunder! Gather all available forces and launch an attack on Kirkuk tonight! No probing attacks, no holding back ammunition! Use the most intense artillery fire to tear through their defenses! Then, at top speed, use multiple routes to penetrate, encircle, and capture all of Kirkuk’s oil fields, pumping stations, storage tanks, and key transportation hubs!”

Then, he emphasized, "Remember! The action must be swift! As fast as lightning! The strike must be ruthless! As merciless as thunder! I want those old men in Washington sitting in their air-conditioned offices, looking at satellite images, to see the news of Kirkuk's change of ownership before they even raise their first cup of coffee tomorrow morning!"

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

Samir and Abuyu spoke in unison, their voices brimming with barely suppressed excitement and chilling killing intent.

Song Heping did not remain in the command post waiting idly.

After Samir and Abuyu left, he immediately moved to another backup command post in Dagug City.

Cunning Rabbit Three Caves.

Americans aren't stupid; we have to be careful.

In the event that Kirkuk is captured and the enemy intends to use drastic measures to behead them, then they should be made unable to find a target.

Upon entering the new backup command center, he first summoned the communications team.

"From this moment forward, this new command center will maintain the highest level of radio silence. All units will activate backup communication frequencies and encryption protocols. Communication links will be restored fifteen minutes before the start of the Battle of Kirkuk. All information to the frontline troops will be mediated through the original command headquarters' switchboard. Understood?"

"Yes, boss, don't worry, leave this to me!"

The technical lead gave the most straightforward and affirmative answer.

Next, he contacted the reconnaissance team that had penetrated deep behind enemy lines.

"Nighthawks, report the latest developments in the target area. I need the most detailed updates on guard shift changes, patrol routes, fixed firing positions, and especially the security situation inside the oil field facilities."

A low voice came through the headset: "Commander, everything is normal in the target area. No unusual reinforcements have been detected. The night patrol just passed by, and the next patrol is expected to be there in two hours. The searchlight on the left side of Pump Station Area A is malfunctioning and has not yet been repaired. About five meters of the barbed wire surrounding Oil Depot Area C has been damaged and has not been noticed... We believe that around 10 p.m. is the best window of opportunity for attack."

"Very good. Continue to remain concealed. Once the attack begins, you will be responsible for guiding the first precision fire." Song Heping calmly issued the order.

Meanwhile, in the northern region of Kirkuk, the massive war machine of Operation Thunder began to quietly accelerate, with every gear meshing precisely.

The logistics team is busy working amidst the desolate Gobi dunes east of Kirkuk.

Ammunition was loaded onto trucks box by box, fuel fillers hissed, and the medical team checked the last of the first aid kits and stretchers.

Samir's staff were conducting final simulations based on maps and real-time footage transmitted from drones at the front, confirming the main attack direction and the timing of reserve deployment. Song Heping was receiving preparation reports from various units via encrypted data links.

He carefully reviewed the attack sequence, firepower distribution diagram, and defensive deployment plan after the capture.

He even personally inquired about the preparations of the engineering team, emphasizing to them: "Unless you cannot hold Kirkuk, you are absolutely not allowed to destroy the oil field! That is our spoils of war and our future bargaining chip! If the enemy really counterattacks and we are forced to retreat, then blow it all up, leave not a single one for them!"

It finally came to 10 p.m.

Kirkuk region, north of Iligo.

The deep night enveloped this oil-rich land.

In the vast oilfield area, only a few scattered lights from patrol team flashlights and a few sentry searchlights flickered lonely in the endless darkness.

Most of the Kold's garrison, including their elite troops, had already been urgently transferred to the desperate meat grinder battlefield in Agra to the south. Those left behind were mostly older or poorly trained second-line reserve troops, local police lacking heavy weapons, and a small number of oilfield security personnel mainly responsible for preventing theft and sabotage.

Their command system was loose, communication between departments was poor, and they never expected that on this seemingly peaceful night, a deadly danger would come from their relatively safe flank and rear—the direction of Dagug and Sulaymaniyah!

It's 2 o'clock in the morning.

The chilling sound of rockets tearing through the air suddenly ripped through the deathly silence of the night!

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!
The sound was like the shrill scream of countless death gods wielding their scythes simultaneously, tearing through cloth, and it filled the entire world in an instant as it drew nearer!

Next!

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom--! ! !
A series of violent explosions rang out one after another near the scattered camps of the Kold garrison, key road checkpoints, communications relay stations, and vital oil depots, pumping stations, and power distribution centers!
The first wave of rocket artillery coverage was incredibly accurate, clearly the result of extensive intelligence gathering and meticulous calculations.

The towering flames and billowing smoke painted a large portion of the sky a sickly dark red, completely illuminating the once-sleeping earth and the terrified faces of the people.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! All personnel to battle positions!!"

A Kold soldier, just jolted awake from his sleep, didn't even have his helmet on properly. He grabbed his old PKM general-purpose machine gun and scrambled out of the low barracks tent.

When he saw the "Liberation Forces" militia surging in from all directions in the light of the explosion, as well as the Abuyu Brigade militiamen driving pickup trucks equipped with heavy machine guns and recoilless rifles, he was completely stunned. His mind went blank, and he could not understand what was happening in front of him.

These are not people from the "1515" armed group at all!
These are Iligos and Kolds, who belong to the same race!

"What's going on?! Don't panic! Everyone stay calm! Get into position and begin the battle!"

A junior officer on the front lines in Kolde shouted hoarsely into the radio, trying to rally his panicked soldiers and organize an effective resistance.

However, the radio was filled with noise, static, and the same panicked cries for help and curses from other units.

It's all too late.

The attackers were so well-prepared it was almost despairing.

At the very front of the offensive was Samir's carefully selected commando team.

Using the chaos and smoke from the explosion as cover, they quickly approached the Kold's positions with skillful squad tactics.

The marksman took control of the high ground, calmly picking off exposed machine gunners and commanders with his sniper rifle.

Demolitionists used rocket launchers and explosive charges to clear roadblocks and fortified firing positions one by one.

In the sky, several small, commercially modified drones hovered like ghosts in the night.

They evaded sparse anti-aircraft fire, calmly transmitting real-time high-definition images and thermal imaging signals back to the command vehicles and artillery observers at the rear.

These "eyes in the sky" provided unprecedentedly precise coordinate guidance for mortar positions and mobile rocket artillery teams in the rear.

Often, just as the Kolds managed to organize a sporadic resistance in a location, less than a minute later, precise mortar shells or rockets would fall as if guided by eyes, instantly extinguishing any sparks of resistance.

The Abuyu Brigade's armed pickup truck units took advantage of their high mobility.

These rudimentary vehicles, known as "tech trucks," were like red-hot daggers, using the open terrain and road network to maneuver, weave, cut, and slash at the already weak and panicked flanks and rear of the Kold's defenses with astonishing speed.

The heavy machine guns on the vehicles spewed long tongues of fire, mowing down hordes of soldiers trying to assemble; the recoilless rifles opened fire on any targets that appeared to be command posts or vehicle assembly points.

"Hold on! We must hold on! Quickly! Request reinforcements from Erbil headquarters! We need air support! We need armored support! Quickly!!"

The frontline commander, Kold, cried out in despair and in vain through channels filled with the sounds of explosions, gunfire, screams, and radio noise.

He could even hear the same confusion and disbelief from the Erbil headquarters on the other end of the phone—"Are you sure it's the 'Liberation Forces' and the Abuyu Brigade? Not the 'Conquest Front'? That's impossible!"

However, he was met with even more intense artillery fire in response.

Many Kold's soldiers were not even fully awake when they were captured or lost their lives amidst the deafening explosions and intense gunfire from all directions.

Most people died without ever fully understanding who attacked them or where they came from.

Some bunkers and fortified positions put up a fierce resistance, but were cleared one by one by Abuyu Brigade fighters after armed pickup trucks rushed in.

The already fragile defense system of the Kirkuk region shattered like glass struck by a giant hammer under this sudden and fatal blow.

In just two hours.

The entire eastern defense line of Kirkuk completely collapsed, and the 5,000 soldiers commanded by Samir and Abuyu began to advance westward, sweeping through the enemy lines as if they were in an empty field.

The situation was quite different for the Kold armed forces in the Kirkuk defense zone—communications were cut off, command was ineffective, each unit was fighting its own battle, and all the armed personnel were like lambs frightened by wolves rushing into a pen, completely in chaos.

The three Kold's battalion-level units deployed on the eastern front were quickly divided, surrounded, or annihilated, with most surrendering without firing a single shot.

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