Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1260 The Curse is Useless
"Song—He—Ping—! You scum who deserves to go to hell!!!"

Thinking of this, Sanders could no longer suppress the rage surging in his chest. He let out a suppressed roar and slammed his fist hard against the cold, rough concrete wall beside him, tearing his skin and leaving a clear bloodstain, but he felt no pain at all.

The soldiers around them gradually recovered from their initial panic and relief.

Now, they are no longer afraid.

After all, those shells didn't seem to want to kill them.

Looking at the equipment being destroyed one by one in the courtyard outside the window, and then at the still fierce but "accurate" targeted artillery fire outside, everyone's face turned extremely ugly. An anger of being made a fool of and a deep sense of powerlessness surged into everyone's heart.

Are you saved?

For the time being, it seems so; the 1515 terrorist attack was halted by artillery fire.

But were they really saved?
Their mobility was destroyed, their supplies were ruined, and even if they survived tonight, how would they evacuate from this dangerous area far from their base?
How do I continue the task?

This frustration of knowing they were being tricked but being unable to fight back drove these arrogant American mercenaries crazy!

Rex opened his mouth, wanting to curse along with Sanders, but in the end all the profanities turned into a powerless sigh. He hugged his machine gun, his eyes vacant.

Hansen glanced silently at the burning wreckage of the vehicles outside the window, then at the wounded groaning in pain beside him, his eyes filled with complex worry.

The shelling continued, but the shells landing in the yard seemed to amplify the "errors" caused by this lack of skill even more.

They thoroughly "cultivated" every inch of non-building land in the yard, almost like a plowshare sweeping the field, ensuring that no piece of equipment belonging to Thunder Defense could survive.

Sanders closed his eyes helplessly, listening to the endless roar of cannons in his ears, feeling the continuous tremors beneath his feet, his facial muscles twitching violently, his heart filled with hatred for Song Heping and a deep sense of powerlessness.

This opponent is fucking cunning!
Inside the Hurmatu command post.

While checkpoint number four was engulfed in gunfire, anger, and despair, the atmosphere here carried a calm of strategic planning.

Samir put down his binoculars—

Although he couldn't see the details of checkpoint number four at this distance, the gesture was more symbolic.

He liked to watch the occasional red light flashing across the horizon and then imagine everything that was happening there.

Upon arrival, he returned to Song Heping, who was still standing in front of the map, a barely suppressed smile on his face, and reported in a low voice:
"Boss, the shelling effect... hmm, it seems very significant, and quite 'targeted.' Judging from the scattered feedback from the scouts, although our artillerymen are 'not very skilled,' they are full of enthusiasm. The 1515 militants on the perimeter should have suffered heavy losses. However... the 'margin of error' seems to be quite large. They accidentally 'collaterally damaged' the vehicles and a lot of equipment belonging to Thunder Defense parked in the checkpoint yard."

He emphasized the word "accidental injury" with particular clarity.

Song Heping didn't even lift his eyelids, still staring expressionlessly at the old map on the table. He tapped lightly on the red mark representing checkpoint number four, the movement as gentle as if he were just flicking away a bit of insignificant dust.

"Yes, as expected." He said with a hint of smug self-deprecation in his tone:

"The militia has limited training time and funding, so it's understandable that various 'unexpected' situations might arise. As long as... most of the shells landed where they 'should' land, effectively helping our 'allies' alleviate their immediate crisis, then from a tactical perspective, this artillery support operation is a success and deserves recognition."

Samir understood immediately and nodded in agreement: "Yes, boss. The primary objective is to strike the main threat; some unavoidable collateral damage is inevitable on any battlefield."

He paused, then asked for instructions: "Also, the infantry battalion we prepared earlier is fully assembled, and the vehicle engines are warmed up; they are ready to depart at any time. Should we proceed with the original plan and have them move out now?"

Song Heping then raised his wrist and looked at his watch again. The luminous hands on the dial showed that the shelling had lasted for about nine minutes.

"No, wait a minute."

His voice remained calm. "Let the artillery fire continue for a while longer, making sure to deplete 1515's strength as much as possible and completely disrupt their command system. At the same time, give our Captain Sanders... enough time to 'experience' and 'digest' this 'friendship' of ours."

After saying that, he turned to Samir:
"Tell the battalion commander that their mission is 'rescue' and 'support,' not 'final battle'! After arriving near checkpoint number four, their primary objectives are to solidify the defenses and search for survivors. If they encounter small groups of enemy harassment or obstruction, they should be dispersed with firepower, not pursued, and absolutely no prolonged fighting is allowed! Our goal is to 'protect' Sanders and his men, not to annihilate the enemy for them, understand?"

"I completely understand, boss!"

Samir stood at attention, a knowing smile on his face. "I will clearly convey your intentions: safety first, 'rescue' as the main focus."

Watching Samir turn and leave, Song Heping slowly walked to the window of the command post.

Outside the window, the night in Hurmatu remained peaceful.

Only the faint crimson glow of artillery fire on the distant horizon hinted at the bloodshed and cruelty in the direction of the checkpoint.

Checkpoint No. 4, a piece of "fat meat" that Thunder Defense had forcibly seized based on its strength and background, has probably become a hot potato after tonight's baptism, especially after this "precise error" artillery "support".

In this complex game involving multiple forces, the "Liberation Forces" militia not only cleverly used 1515 to deal a heavy blow to the arrogance of its rivals and deplete the strength of potential threats, but also conveniently used the glamorous guise of "allies" to cripple the opponent's teeth and claws in the Hurmatu region, further consolidating and expanding its actual control and influence in the region.

It's like killing three birds with one stone.

As for Sanders and his mercenaries' anger and possible complaints afterwards?

who cares?
The roar of artillery fire gradually faded from the command post's radio, eventually falling completely silent.

Song Heping picked up the internal communicator on the table and pressed the call button:
"Samir, the rescue team can set off. Remember, and emphasize again, pay attention to 'safety'."

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)