Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1274 Serial Bureau
Song Heping's concerns were not unfounded.

Once news of the attack on Baiji reaches Bakdadi's ears, it's likely that the fact that he was leading the offensive here will soon be exposed.

After all, the combat styles and combat skills of PMC's elite mercenaries and Iligo's local militia are completely different.

The 1515 militants holding Baiji were not fools; they quickly realized who their adversaries were.

Then the problem is coming.

Az, the commander of the 1515 region, always believed that the force deployed to his north was the "Liberation Force" and "Musician" mercenary battalion commanded by Song Heping, which is why he adopted an extremely conservative defensive strategy out of fear of harming the enemy.

Once it is known that Song Heping is in Baiji, then the militia that have been bombarding his defenses and constantly provoking him are just local militia from Iligo, and the commander is not Song Heping.

With 30,000 1515 militants in the Titrick region, Azrael would suddenly realize he had been tricked, and organizing a counterattack would be almost a certainty.

The pressure will soon be passed on to Jiang Feng and Samir.

They only had 6,000 troops, and they were all militia.

Although their combat capabilities were not bad, it would be a miracle if they didn't get wiped out when facing 1515 militants who outnumbered them several times over.

Therefore, Song Heping instructed Jiang Feng and Samir to immediately organize a withdrawal once the battle in the Baiji direction began, and to deploy to designated locations according to his next plan, avoiding the frenzied counterattack of the 1515 armed group in the Titrick city area.

As the first rays of morning sunlight shone on the smoke-filled air above Baiji, the gunfire within the city had become sparse and sporadic.

The main area of ​​the oil refinery was controlled by the First and Second Battalions, and the troops of the Abuyu Brigade also broke into the city from the west and began to mop up the remaining enemy forces.

As Song Heping walked along the road to the oil refinery, which was littered with rubble and shell casings, he looked at the soldiers' tired but excited faces and at the huge, intact oil refining facilities. He felt a little relieved.

The plan succeeded; Baiji, this strategic location and economic lifeline, is now in our hands.

"Report to the commander."

A communications officer ran up and said, "Commanders Samir and Jiang Feng have called. Everything is normal in Titrick. There has been no unusual activity from Az's troops. They are proceeding with the next step of the operation according to your plan."

Song Heping nodded, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his face.

"Tell them to strictly follow the plan I've set out, and tell them not to panic, that reinforcements will arrive soon."

It seems I've won this gamble for now.

However, taking down Baiji was only the first step.

There are 30,000 1515 members in the Titrick direction, and they cannot sit idly by or do nothing.

The challenges ahead are even more severe.

As the towering cracking towers of the Baiji oil refinery billowed with black smoke under the mercenaries' fierce attack, Az, the commander of the 1515 region far away in Titrick City, was still immersed in the deepest sleep of the night.

The standoff with the "Liberation Forces" militia outside the city over the past few days had exhausted him. He was convinced that Song Heping's main force had been tied down and that the Titrick Line was impregnable.

However, as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window in the early morning, a frantic, almost frantic knocking yanked him out of his false tranquility.

"Boss!! Wake up! Urgent military situation! It's... Emil is online, he's waiting for you to go and talk to him!"

Azs suddenly sat up, his heart pounding in his chest.

The fact that leader Bakhdadi communicated directly with superiors was itself a highly ominous warning.

Why did he suddenly want to talk to me at this time?

He hastily threw on some clothes, rushed into the command room in a fluster, grabbed the communication microphone, his palms already covered in cold sweat.

“I am Az, Emil, please give me your instructions.”

Immediately from the other end of the radio came Bakdadi's signature roar, his hoarse voice almost piercing the airwaves:
"Az! You stupid donkey blinded by the devil! You assured me that Titrick was foolproof! You told me that Song Heping was blocked by your impregnable fortress! Then tell me, who is it that is attacking our holy warriors in Baiji now, capturing our oil refineries, and bombarding our city with our own cannons?! Is it a ghost?!"

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow to Az's heart.

He felt a wave of dizziness, his throat went dry: "Bai...Baiji? This can't be! Emil, are you sure...?"

"Confirmed?! What do I need to confirm?! The commander of the garrison in Baiji used his last breath to plead for help! The oil refinery has fallen! They are massacring the city! Song Heping's main force is there! Three thousand garrison soldiers are almost all dead! And you, you piece of trash, are still hiding in your turtle shell, dreaming!"

Bakdadi's angry rant was like a storm, leaving Az no room for defense.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Lead your troops and retake Baiji immediately, or you will wash away this shame with your blood!"

With a "click," the communication was abruptly cut off, leaving only a suffocating busy tone.

Az stood frozen in place, the microphone slipping from his limp hand and hitting the table with a dull thud.

The color drained from his face, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his inner shirt.

"Impossible... Song Heping is still outside the city..."

He muttered to himself, but deep inside, a cold voice told him—

problem occurs.

"Scout!"

He whirled around and roared at his equally pale-faced adjutant, "All reconnaissance units, move out immediately and find out the enemy's movements outside the city! Now!"

Half an hour later, the news completely shattered his last hope.

The several reconnaissance teams dispatched returned consistent intelligence—

The "Liberation Forces" militia positions that had previously surrounded Titrick were now completely deserted.

Only abandoned fortifications, scattered empty cans, and tire tracks remain, indicating that a large number of people once stationed here, but at some point, they quietly withdrew, disappearing like ghosts...

Unbelievable, Az still did not give up. He personally led a team of guards and drove to the front line where Samir's troops had been stationed.

He jumped out of the vehicle and stepped onto the soft sand. Looking at the empty foxholes and camouflage nets in front of him, a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"Bastards... Song Heping... Samir... and that damned Jiang Feng!"

He gritted his teeth, his fists clenched until they turned white.

He now feels like a fool, completely being played.

This is an insult to one's intelligence! Every remaining camouflage net on the battlefield, used to create a diversion, seems to be mocking him.

The so-called siege and the so-called restraint are a huge deception from beginning to end!

Song Heping used the militia to create the illusion that the main force was still intact, and secretly sent his elite mercenary battalion on a long-distance raid to Baiji, where the forces were relatively weak!

"Return to headquarters!"

Az forced out the order through clenched teeth, his face ashen.

He had to turn the tide. He immediately reconnected to the radio with headquarters in Celia, his voice urgent but his attempt to remain calm thwarted:
“Emir, I have ascertained the situation. It is true… we have fallen for Song Heping’s trap. I request permission to immediately dispatch 10,000 elite troops to reinforce Baiji! The troops have completed their assembly and are advancing fully mechanized. They should arrive as early as this afternoon. Song Heping has just captured Baiji and has not yet established a firm foothold. I will definitely be able to retake that city!”

After receiving Bakdadi's almost roaring "Immediately! Right now!" approval, Titrick's 1515 stronghold instantly erupted in excitement.

The piercing whistles echoed as the militants, driven by their leaders, hastily jumped into various parked vehicles.

Armored pickup trucks, old trucks with steel plates, a few captured armored personnel carriers, and even some civilian cars.

This team, which claimed to number ten thousand, had haphazard equipment, but its strength lay in its sheer numbers and its frenzied fighting spirit.

They believed they were there to crush the infidels who dared to desecrate their territory.

Around 8 a.m., a massive convoy of vehicles, kicking up clouds of dust, sped out of Titrick like a long snake and headed rapidly toward Baijji along the main east-west highway.

Az, stationed in the central command, kept urging them to speed up.

On both sides of the highway are gradually undulating desert hills and dried-up riverbeds, and the terrain begins to become less flat.

Just as the lead convoy, consisting of three armed pickup trucks and five trucks full of soldiers, was driving through a long bend fifty kilometers away, disaster struck.

This road passes right through a weathered hilly area, with a gradually rising rocky slope on the left and a dry ravine on the right.

For any experienced commander, this is a prime location for an ambush.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

A deafening roar suddenly ripped through the morning air.

A huge column of dust, mixed with flames and black smoke, suddenly rose from the middle of the highway!

The lead armored pickup truck in the convoy was thrown into the air like a plastic toy, rising seven or eight meters high before instantly turning into countless burning fragments, which fell to the ground along with the machine gunner and driver.

The massive shockwave shattered the windshield of the second truck that followed, killing the driver instantly. The out-of-control vehicle crashed into the fire ahead, triggering a secondary explosion.

This is just the beginning.

Almost instantly, before the echo of the first explosion had even faded, along the highway, it was as if a string of deadly firecrackers had been set off, with deafening roars erupting one after another!

boom!
boom!
boom!
The IEDs (Improvised Explosive Devices) and anti-tank mines, which were pre-buried under the road surface and in the gravel on both sides, were detonated in sequence.

These explosives were meticulously deployed, creating a perfect crossfire coverage and deep-penetration kill.

A truck full of soldiers was overturned by the huge blast wave, rolling on the road and throwing the panicked soldiers out of the vehicle like rag dolls, slamming them heavily onto the road or rocks, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

The other vehicle had its main beam blown off, and the two halves of it lay askew across the middle of the road, engulfed in flames, blocking the path for other vehicles.

The militants cried out as they jumped from the burning carriages, some still on fire, running around like headless flies before being shot down by bullets that seemed to come from nowhere.

In an instant, the entire highway turned into a living hell.

The burning wreckage of vehicles formed a natural roadblock, thick black smoke rose into the sky, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder, the stench of burning gasoline, and the horrible odor of charred flesh.

Limbs and broken weapons were scattered everywhere, and blood quickly stained the dry sand.

"Enemy attack! Ambush! Take cover!"

An officer who appeared to be a leader hid behind the wheels of a vehicle and shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the increasingly intense gunfire.

Just as the chaos caused by the explosion reached its peak, countless deadly tongues of fire suddenly spewed out from the rocky slope on the left side of the road and the opposite bank of the dry riverbed on the right!
Da da da!
Bang! Bang!
Rhythmic bursts of fire from weapons of various calibers came from both sides of the road.

Concealed in rock crevices and meticulously constructed firing positions, precision shooters, clad in simple camouflage, calmly and efficiently search for valuable targets using SVD or replica rifles equipped with optical sights.

Officers attempting to assemble troops, machine gunners operating vehicle-mounted machine guns, and any minor leaders who appeared to be organizing resistance were their preferred targets.

Almost every gunshot was accompanied by the fall of a 1515 leader.

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Soon, the more intense roar of heavy machine guns joined the chorus.

Numerous PKM general-purpose machine guns and two DShK heavy machine guns were cleverly positioned on high ground and flanks, forming a crossfire network.

The 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets, like the scythe of death, easily tore through the truck's thin armor, piercing through the soldiers hiding behind it along with the vehicle.

When bullets hit rocks, they scatter sparks and stone chips; when they hit human bodies, they explode into terrifying clouds of blood mist.

whoosh-

boom!
The RPG-7 rocket, trailing a long plume of flame, roared out from its concealed launch point.

Their goal is clear—

Those vehicles that tried to reverse and escape, or behind bunkers where a large number of soldiers had gathered.

When the rocket hits its target, it explodes into a dazzling fireball, and fragments scatter in a fan shape in all directions, causing terrible secondary damage.

The design of the entire ambush zone demonstrated the commander's extremely high level of military skill.

Landmines and IEDs cripple convoys, creating chaos and blockades; marksmen snipe command nodes; light and heavy machine guns form a suppressive fire net, covering the entire ambush area; and RPGs serve as powerful tools for assaulting and striking key targets.

All the firepower was fired with great rhythm, not blindly strafing, but precisely and efficiently reaping lives.

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(End of this chapter)