Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 172 The Arrogant Guy is Really Arrogant
"A dog-fucked thing!"

The cook threw down his spoon and was about to go into the tent.

Song Heping quickly stopped him.

"Forget it, don't be impulsive, I'll go and take a look."

He knew that what a chef hated most was people who ruined his food. To a chef, the food he made was a work of art.

However, everyone will have to cooperate and go to the battlefield together. If they really fall out, it will probably affect their cooperation with each other.

Although the cook was still grumbling with dissatisfaction, Song Heping asked him to calm down first. After all, the success of the cooperation directly affected the success or failure of the mission.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

But before Song Heping entered the tent, a quarrel had already broken out inside.

"Put my things back right now! Or I'll break your head off!"

"If you dare to talk nonsense here again, believe it or not, I will destroy you right now, you bastard!"

"Come on! Try it! You damned sea dog!"

Song Heping knew it was a polar bear as soon as he heard it.

While he was still trying to stop the cook, the white bear had already entered the tent.

I don't know why, but as soon as I entered, I started arguing with the SEALs. From the tone of both sides, it was obvious that the situation was tense.

Seeing White Bear arguing with someone in the tent, others rushed in.

"grass!"

Song Heping pulled the cook.

"Go in and take a look, before you really start doing it!"

The members of the Navy SEALs are not ordinary American soldiers, and the Russians in the "Musician" Defense are no pushovers either.

Song Heping didn't have time to think and rushed in two steps at a time.

The two groups have already formed their battle formations, facing each other, like two lions with their fur standing on end, ready to pounce on each other at any time to decide the outcome.

"I'm the person in charge of the Musician's defense. Let's talk it over."

Song Heping stepped forward and extended his hand. He didn't know who was the leader among the group of guys in front of him because they had no military ranks.

Extend your hand to shake hands.

A handshake is a gesture of goodwill.

But no one on the other side reached out.

"I remind you all that we're going to be working together for some time to come. You don't want to face enemies in front of you and have to defend yourself from behind, right?"

Song Heping has made it very clear.

Falling out is not a good thing.

This is a military camp. Although the SEALs are not under the jurisdiction of the commander here, Lieutenant Colonel Mendes, if a real fight breaks out, I'm afraid both sides will not end up well.

The SEALs on the opposite side exchanged glances.

One of the guys with a big brown beard stepped forward, extended his hand and shook hands with Song Heping.

"I'm Lieutenant Mist, the squad's vice-captain, and this is our captain, Lieutenant Vincent."

He looked at the bearded man next to him who was half a head taller than him, and introduced himself to Song Heping.

Song Heping said: "My name is Song Heping."

"Yeah, I know." Mist released his hand: "We have already read your information before coming here."

Song Heping heard the other party's tone and it seemed that he was unwilling to have too much dealings with him, and there was a hint of contempt in his tone.

Perhaps in their view, a small company like Musician Defense is not worthy of cooperating with elite troops like them on missions.

Song Heping is not stupid.

Of course he saw it too.

I have no intention of making friends with these bearded men.

Everything depends on the contract.

So he asked White Bear, "What happened?"

White Bear pointed at his backpack and said, "They threw my backpack from the lower bunk to the upper bunk!"

Before Song Heping could ask, Mist responded first: "There are 16 beds here, eight bunk beds. According to the rules, you choose one side and we choose the other. Choosing all the lower bunks would be breaking the rules, understand?"

Song Heping glanced at the beds.

The beds in the tent are divided into two sides, with four beds on each side, which means eight beds.

According to what Mist said, it makes sense for both sides to occupy one side.

White Bear protested, "Do you know what first come, first served means? We came first, and you came later. That's the rule!"

The bearded men opposite laughed contemptuously, as if they were laughing at a fool.

Mist said, "Russian, are you going to cause trouble?"

White Bear refused to give in: "American, do you want to stick your ass up so I can fuck you? I don't mind satisfying your perverted idea without Vaseline."

The fire that was about to go out was suddenly lit again.

The six seals immediately had murderous intent in their eyes and took a step forward.

Bai Xiong and his companions also took a step forward. Even Samir, the translator, did not back down and stood at the front.

"Captain Vincent, can you still control your men?"

Song Heping looked at Vincent with a meaningful tone.

Vincent was not a fool, he also understood what Song Heping meant.

Although these Navy SEALs are veterans of the battlefield, the Russians on the opposite side don't seem to be pushovers either.

We are all tough guys who have walked out of bullets and gunfire. If a real fight breaks out here, I'm afraid both sides will suffer losses.

By then, my military career would probably be over.

This mission was issued directly from the US military headquarters in Iraq. As a professional soldier, I must understand the importance of obeying orders and also make completing the mission my ultimate goal.

It's not a smart move to make things out of control as soon as you meet someone.

He also realized that these mercenaries in front of him would definitely give in to soft tactics and not to tough ones.

Especially the Chinese man in front of him, one can see the iron-like hardness in his eyes.

It is absolutely impossible to overwhelm the other party by intimidation, unless everyone really draws their knives and draws blood, and lets blood speak for itself.

If you just do that, things will get really out of control.

So he asked in return: "Song, can you control your people?"

Song Heping said, "I can."

Vincent thought for a moment and nodded: "I can do that too."

Then he added, "We are few in number, so how about this? We'll take three beds, and the rest will be yours to use as you wish."

Song Heping understood that this was the biggest concession the seals had ever made.

And it's really unacceptable that all of them occupied the lower bunk.

He turned to the white bear and said, "I think we should separate and take up one side. You don't want a seal sleeping on your head, do you?"

Bai Xiong thought about it and felt that what Song Heping said made sense.

He didn't like the bearded SEALs in front of him, let alone letting those annoying guys sleep on his head.

"Okay! I don't want to sleep with shit on my head at night."

Song Heping spread his hands towards Vincent: "Is that settled?"

Vincent nodded: "Solved."

Both parties took back their belongings and returned to their beds.

Vincent called Song Heping and said, "Song, let's have a meeting later. We must clarify the division of labor for this mission."

"Row."

Song Heping did not object either.

If we want to cooperate, we must make distribution before the war.

The restaurant was bombed and the SEALs had no place to eat.

They could only find a place outside the tent to sit down and eat their individual food.

Seeing this, the chef used all his skills and took a box of vodka from the off-road vehicle to make the Russian stew in the pot even more fragrant.

While cooking, he exaggeratedly made all kinds of salivating expressions and boasted loudly to the SEALs from time to time: "It smells so good! It's much better than the pig food that individual soldiers eat!"

In fact, the taste of individual soldier food is not bad, but if you eat too much of it in a war zone, it really tastes like pig food.

The cook was right.

And his craftsmanship is really good.

Although it is just a pot of stew and looks ordinary, it tastes amazing when you put it in your mouth.

With the addition of wine, the food tastes even better.

Especially the Russians, as long as there is wine, they can make the bread taste like a French meal, which makes the SEALs next to them so greedy that they drool a lot.

"You're really rubbish mercenaries, drinking before a mission! Don't mess up tomorrow! I don't want to lose my life in Mosul because of a bunch of rookies like you!"

"I don't know if those idiots at the headquarters are crazy. They actually sent these people to go on a mission with us."

"Damn it, can we not go with them? This is going to kill us!"

The SEALs were full of complaints and cursing their superiors for being blind.

"Look at them."

The cook said to Song Heping, "Look at their arrogant looks. They think we want to be their cannon fodder!"

Song Heping remained silent, thinking about how he would respond if Vincent made some very arrogant requests later.

It's no use trying to reason with these people.

People who come down from the battlefield only believe in one thing - strength.

After dinner, Vincent gathered everyone together to make tactical arrangements.

He hung a map of Mosul in the tent and began to explain the current situation in the city.

The intelligence the SEALs have is extremely detailed.

Song Heping had not obtained this information before.

In fact, Mosul was captured in April last year, but the US military later found that it was impossible to occupy all areas and they encountered stubborn resistance in the city.

The CIA analysis believes that it was because Shadamu and his sons were not arrested that the resistance forces had the morale to continue dealing with the US military.

In July, Shadamu's two sons and grandson were found in the Mosul area. The US military organized hundreds of people to besiege them and used heavy weapons to directly attack the buildings where they were hiding, killing them directly.

It was thought that killing Shadamu's son and grandson would subside the resistance in Mosul, but unexpectedly it provoked even more fierce resistance.

The CIA also believed that Shadamu had not been caught yet, so the resistance forces still had morale. As long as Shadamu was caught, all problems would be solved, and at that time all the resistance forces in the country would lay down their arms and surrender.

In December, Shadamu was caught.

An unexpected scene occurred. The "Hunter" organization suddenly appeared in Mosul, causing the casualties of the US military here to rise sharply.

This time, the CIA remained silent.

The military also completely lost confidence in the CIA's intelligence analysis capabilities, so it decided to set aside the CIA and solve the problem with its own methods.

"This operation is called 'Purification.' The higher-ups have divided Mosul into six zones. The strategy is for six Navy SEAL teams to infiltrate each zone, accompanied by ground forces, to conduct a thorough cleanup. The ground forces will be responsible for eliminating any resistance encountered, while our goal is to completely eliminate the Hunter-Killer group in the city. As long as we eliminate this group, we believe we can break their will to resist."

"Each special forces team will have all-weather drone support. Coalition ground forces will clear streets one by one, repeatedly for 10 days, until all militants in Mosul are killed. The Navy SEALs' mission is to follow, support, ambush, and hunt down. Do you understand what I mean?"

Having said that, he turned to Song Heping and looked at the latter with a questioning look.

Song Heping asked: "Then what are we mercenaries responsible for?"

"I think you still don't understand what I mean." Vincent sneered. "I didn't mention you because as long as you don't get in the way, just follow the troops. It's best to go and help the army or Ma Run to clear out any resistance you encounter. You can even just follow along and watch, as long as you don't do anything stupid."

The implication is that he looks down on mercenaries like Song Heping.

Just treat them as invisible people and burdens.

Just stay out of it.

Interfering will only cause trouble.

Ha ha.

Arrogant guys are really arrogant.

Song Heping thought to himself.

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