Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 191 Interception
After changing into local clothes, the two of them carefully put on makeup.

They all glued big beards on their chins and cheeks, painted their skin dark brown with paint, and looked more like weathered locals. They wore Arab headscarves and long robes on their heads, and when they looked in the mirror, they almost couldn't recognize themselves.

Camouflage is a skill that all special forces members master, and makeup is one of them.

Makeup is not only about looking like someone, but also about behaving like someone.

Fortunately, Song Heping and Mist had both stayed in Irigoe for quite some time and were familiar with the local people's living habits.

Mister knows some Arabic, and Song Heping is very curious about why he knows this.

Mist explained that this was to get language subsidies.

In the US special forces, mastering an additional foreign language means an additional language expertise allowance.

Song Heping's Arabic was now sufficient for daily conversations.

Compared to when I first came here, I have made rapid progress.

He has a talent for languages, and he is in Irigo, where he has a good language environment. If he is willing to learn, he will naturally make rapid progress.

The two men said goodbye to their other brothers and got on the donkey cart.

In order to familiarize themselves with the donkey's temperament, the two men first sat on the cart and drove the donkey cart around the Warrior Camp twice, holding whips.

This is a safe approach.

Once a donkey becomes stubborn, its four legs are like nails to the ground and you can't move it even if you break the whip.

So the donkey must have a good temper.

Especially this kind of task.

You can imagine that if this donkey entered the city and suddenly became stubborn in public, it would be really dangerous, attracting unnecessary attention and even leading to death.

Only after they were sure that the donkey was gentle and obedient did they leave the camp gate and head towards Mosul.

Mosul is under siege.

However, several roads leading into the city were left open, and US military checkpoints were set up.

There were not many people going into the city on the road.

There are actually more people leaving the city.

After all, no one wants to stay in a city where war has broken out, and escape seems to be the only option.

There are also people who are reluctant to leave their hometown and are holding on.

Currently, the total population of Mosul is less than one-third of its pre-war level.

It is precisely because there are still civilians in the city that they cannot be trapped to death, and food and other things must be allowed in. Otherwise, if everyone in the city starves to death, the image of the coalition forces in public opinion will be greatly damaged.

This is also the cost of their war.

This is not a good thing for Song Heping and Mist. Few people enter the city, which means they will attract attention.

"I didn't expect you could drive a donkey."

Mister was very curious about how Song Heping could drive a donkey so skillfully.

Song Heping said, "I drove donkeys back home when I was little. What about you? I see you can drive donkeys too. Where did you learn that?"

"Afghanistan," Mist said. "I've been deployed here before, but I was temporarily transferred here. After completing this mission, I'll still go back to Afghanistan. There are many mountain roads over there, and sometimes donkeys are more useful than cars."

"Oh!"

Song Heping finally understood.

The distance of a few kilometers was not far, and the two of them arrived in the city of Mosul while chatting.

Because he didn't know the road, Mist had to secretly look at the GPS navigator hidden in his arms every once in a while.

For safety reasons, the two men did not carry too much surveillance equipment when they entered the city to carry out their mission.

To guide an air attack, you must have a ground guidance device and something like a communication radio.

But these things are not convenient to put in the car, they will be seen at a glance.

The two men simply hid a pistol with a silencer on their bodies, and the rifles and other things were all tied to the bottom of the cart and wrapped in canvas.

There were two big bags in the cart, both of which were filled with naan.

Food is the most common commodity brought into the city.

These things were also urgently needed in the city, so delivering food seemed very reasonable.

"Turn right, turn right at the next intersection..."

Mist glanced at the GPS hidden in his robes.

While driving the car, Song Heping carefully looked around with his peripheral vision, paying attention to the movements in the buildings on both sides.

There was a little girl squatting on the side of the road, as if she was grabbing something.

Song Heping looked at it curiously for a few more seconds, and then his heart was shocked.

She was catching bugs in the grass...

He would stuff one into his mouth as soon as he caught one, eating it with relish.

Song Heping was shocked.

It seems that there is a shortage of food in the city.

There were two bags of naan on the cart.

He really wanted to get off the car and give the little girl some naan.

But he soon held back.

We can't create unnecessary trouble at this time.

He knows this very well.

"What are you looking at?"

Mist noticed that Song Heping's expression changed.

Song Heping tried his best to suppress his emotions and whispered, "There's a girl picking up insects to eat on the side of the road."

Mist looked back, but he didn't say anything.

Because there is nothing to say.

The cart continued to move forward, pulled by the donkey, gradually getting closer and closer to the connection point.

It was a building on the edge of Mosul.

Once you get there, according to the secret code, the other party will draw three overlapping circles on the door with chalk.

When you see the pattern, drive the car directly to the gate of the yard, where someone will pick you up.

"Be careful, we are being watched."

Just a hundred meters away from the meeting point, Song Heping suddenly found three armed men with live ammunition hiding in the corner of the wall in the alley on the side of the road. They seemed to have seen him and Mist.

One of them even ventured out from the shadows of the alley and stared at him.

This is an ominous sign.

Mist whispered, "Don't look at him."

Song Heping looked ahead and continued to drive the donkey: "I know."

"He seems to be following..." Mist cursed softly: "FUCK!"

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, he heard a rough voice behind him shouting, "Stop that donkey cart in front!"

"Stop?" Mist asked, reaching into his robe, touching the handle of the P226 pistol, and disengaging the safety.

Song Heping didn't say anything. He had to make a decision in the shortest time possible.

stop.

Still not stopping?

He even has to estimate the other party's patience.

Under what circumstances would he shoot?

The two sides were less than twenty meters apart.

If you return fire at this distance, there will be no problem in killing the enemy.

The question is whether there are accomplices of the militants around...

"Tough luck!"

Song Heping cursed in his heart, then whipped the donkey's left side with the whip.

The donkey felt pain on its left side and quickly turned right.

The car turned directly to the side of the road and into an alley, with half of the cart exposed.

Song Heping hurriedly got out of the car, looked around as quickly as possible, and did a reconnaissance.

There were bombed-out buildings all around.

Looking out the window, no one was there.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there have been frequent exchanges of fire here during the day recently, so no one wants to stand by the window.

Today is half an hour before the US military usually starts operations.

These militants were probably scouts stationed on the edge of the city. The further in, the more militants there were, and the more dangerous it was.

Song Heping raised his hands.

Mist also raised his hands.

The two men turned around and looked at the militant walking towards them with a gun.

His two accomplices followed him about seven or eight meters behind, acting furtively and looking up at the sky from time to time.

Because there are often US military drones flying in the sky these days, and occasionally when they see places where a large number of armed personnel gather, they will launch missiles at the ground.

There have been several cases where Reaper drones have wiped out a dozen militants gathered together.

So they are also very cautious.

"What are you two doing?"

Song Heping didn't dare to answer.

Mist didn't dare either.

Although the two of them knew some Arabic, they could understand each other's questions.

It's just a mouth, but the accent can't deceive anyone.

Song Heping's mind raced. He pointed at the flatbed truck, looking very scared, and then said, "Nang!"

The fewer words, the better.

The less likely people will recognize your accent.

The Arabic word for “naan” is “naan”, which is very short.

After Song Heping finished speaking, he put on a smile and spread his hands to show that he meant no harm.

In fact, he did this with murderous intent.

If you raise your hand, you have to put it down to draw your gun. The movement is large and the speed is much slower, making it easy for the other party to shoot first.

When you spread your hands, they are level with your waist, making it faster to draw your gun.

Song Heping can draw and fire a gun within one second.

Mist was also a top veteran special forces soldier. He certainly saw Song Heping's intention, so he put his hand down, pointed at the flatbed truck, and said, "Nang!"

food?

The militant was originally very vigilant, but life in the city was difficult these days and there was a serious food shortage.

So when he heard it was naan, his appetite was immediately aroused.

When I got closer, I could actually smell the aroma of naan in the air.

"Come here! There's naan!"

He turned around and waved to his accomplices.

The two people behind followed.

The militant walking in front wanted to let his two accomplices be on guard while he went up to check.

So, when his two accomplices were within three or four meters of Song Heping and the other man, he hung up the gun, loosened his grip on the gun handle, walked quickly to the flatbed cart, and then opened the bag on the flatbed cart.

It’s naan indeed!

His eyes lit up.

“We’ve requisitioned it!”

He didn't bother to give any more reasons, and just grabbed a bag with each hand, wanting to pick it up and leave.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave with two large bags of naan, an arm reached out from behind and grabbed his throat.

Ta-ta-

Two very slight gunshots rang out in my ears.

Song Heping had already drawn his gun and pulled the trigger.

Before the militant could react, he saw a bullet hole appear on the forehead of the two accomplices in front of him, and they fell to the ground instantly.

Then, he felt someone stepping on his knee, and he fell to one knee involuntarily.

The cold muzzle of the gun was quickly pressed against the back of his head.

despair--

A ball of white and red stuff spurted out from the forehead.

The militant who was trying to steal the naan died without even having the chance to speak.

"Drag him inside and hide him!"

Song Heping dragged the guy's body back into the alley and dropped it against the wall. Then he went back to drag another body, and Mist also came to help.

It took less than ten seconds to process each person.

But if the body was left in the alley, it would definitely be discovered.

But as long as no one sees it, it's fine, because the US military will launch an attack soon, and no one will know how these three people died.

After temporarily hiding the body, Song Heping put the naan back on the car, drove the donkey carrying Mist to the meeting point as fast as possible.

This was the first time Mist saw Song Heping take action.

All three were killed by Song Heping.

After all, it was he who took the initiative and seized the opportunity.

Before Mist could help, the three died.

He was indeed impressed.

It seems that the boss of this mercenary company is an unfathomable guy. I really underestimated him before.

Fortunately, there was no one else nearby when the two men killed the three militants, so no trouble was caused.

Soon, they arrived at the designated meeting point.

Mist got out of the car and checked the markings on the wall, then called out to Song Heping: "Here! This is the yard!"

There is a gate next to the marked wall.

Mist checked and saw no trick device, so he carefully pushed it open.

Song Heping hurried the donkey cart and parked it in the yard.

The house on the right side of the yard has been blown down, and half of the house on the left side is gone.

There is a small bungalow in the yard that is still in good condition.

Seeing this scene, Song Heping couldn't help but worry.

They planned to be airdropped somewhere west of Mosul in the evening when the US military operation ended.

Because it is difficult to carry too much equipment into the city, all equipment must be obtained by airdrop.

After getting the equipment, they went to Rahim Street overnight as planned, and found a place to hide near the sewer entrance to observe and locate.

If it is confirmed that the place is the "Hunter" nest, the Air Force will be called immediately to drop bunker busters. They will also observe and evaluate the bombing effect nearby and report back to the command center.

This means that Mist and he will have to stay in this yard all day long.

If there is a bombing, there is nowhere to hide here.

Not safe at all.

Click——

At this moment, Song Heping suddenly heard a slight sound of metal friction.

This sound is so familiar.

It is the sound made when the safety of AKM is pushed off.

Song Heping suddenly drew his gun and at the same time quickly dodged to the side, looking for cover along the wall.

“The Lord is the fairest God.”

At the same time that Song Heping saw the muzzle of the AKM assault rifle, he heard the secret code spoken by the man hiding in the ruined house on the left.

“The Lord is the most merciful God.”

Mist continued the second half of the sentence.

The other party lowered his gun and walked out from behind the ruins.

"Are you the guides? Mist, Song?"

"Yeah. We are, you Mira?"

"Correct."

At this point, both parties have completely confirmed it.

"follow me!"

The contact person, Mira, waved her hand and pointed to the small bungalow in front.

"Drive the donkey in too!"

　Please give me a monthly ticket!!! Please give me a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)