Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 192 The Long Day

There was a hidden world in the small bungalow. There was no furniture inside and it was as messy as a garbage dump. The contact person Mira moved the table in the corner, lifted the carpet, untied the wooden board, revealing the entrance to the underground passage.

"Go down."

He motioned Song Heping and Mist to go in.

Song Heping said to Mist, "You go first."

Mist didn't move.

Mira saw the hesitation between the two.

In fact, Song Heping meant to let Mist go down first, and he would follow Mira down.

The benefit of doing this is of course to avoid accidents.

As for what kind of accident it was.

Of course, no one anywhere can be fully trusted.

What if Mira is unreliable and the two of them foolishly go down to the basement directly, and the back door is closed and they throw a grenade in, then they will all be damned.

Mira probably noticed this thought.

He took the initiative to go down first, which made Song Heping and Mist feel a little awkward.

"go in."

Mist shrugged, picked up his gun and went inside.

Song Heping looked at the donkey and said, "Good luck to you."

Then he followed.

The basement is not big, about ten square meters, with a dirty carpet on the floor. On one side is a homemade wooden table, next to which is a radio. Bowls and plates are placed messily on the table, which seems to be used for eating.

There was a pillow and a rolled-up quilt thrown in the corner, so dirty that the color could not be seen.

"You guys can just sit anywhere and hide until nightfall. I'll take you to the drop zone."

Mira was not a talkative person. She closed the tunnel entrance, leaned the gun against the wall, and turned on a dim light.

"Why is there still electricity?"

Song Heping was a little surprised and his eyes fell on a battery in the corner.

It really depends on the battery.

He couldn't help but feel some interest in Mira.

So I asked, "Mira, are you a local?"

"Correct."

As Mira spoke, she walked to the two bags of naan, picked up a piece and asked Song Heping: "Can I eat it?"

"Of course." Song Heping said.

Mira picked up the naan, walked to the table, took out a kettle from under the table, and poured some water into the bowl.

He poured the water so carefully that it looked as if spilling a drop would be a crime.

After pouring his own small half bowl, he looked at Song Heping and Mist, took two more bowls and filled them up.

"Drink some water." Mira brought the water to the two of them.

Song Heping carried a water bag with him, so he was not short of water.

But it is hard to refuse such a kind invitation. It is just a courtesy and I have to accept it.

So he reached out to take the bowl and took a sip.

The water tasted a little strange, with a muddy smell.

Mist took a sip and immediately frowned, putting the bowl aside.

Song Heping suddenly remembered something, so he asked, "Where do you usually get water?"

"The water plant was bombed, and the tap water is cut off. There's a well 300 meters away where I can get water... But it's not safe there anymore. The city is in chaos now. There's fighting all day, and I'm afraid of being shot if I go out at night. So I only go to get water every two or three days. Before, everyone took turns..."

Having said that, Mira suddenly stopped talking, with a bit more sadness in her eyes.

Song Heping roughly guessed it.

I heard that the CIA had more than one spies here before, but all those sent to the city center for reconnaissance died, and no one came back alive.

Song Heping asked, "How many months have you been here?"

"It was there before the city was closed," Mira replied, "and hasn't been out since the siege."

That's been several months.

Song Heping's curiosity grew stronger.

Of course, he knew that many people from Irigo had defected to the coalition forces to serve as spies. After all, the coalition forces offered very high rewards.

But no matter how he looked at Mira in front of him, it didn't seem like she was doing it for money.

This guy is quite interesting.

Maybe he really hated the Shadamu regime.

Otherwise, who would be willing to stay in such a dark and mysterious place for several months to provide intelligence to the CIA and avoid being discovered by armed personnel? Anyone who can survive a month under such high pressure without going crazy is considered a tough guy.

Several people were chatting idly in the basement.

Suddenly, several people heard a loud explosion above the roof.

As the explosion sounded, dust fell from the basement ceiling.

Song Heping and Mist couldn't help but change from a sitting position to a half-kneeling position.

This is a natural reaction for a professional soldier.

Mira comforted him, "It's okay. Unless they use a bunker-buster bomb to blow up this place, we won't be hurt. You can see the building next to us. It won't be a problem even if it collapses." Song Heping looked at his watch.

It's nine o'clock in the morning.

It seems that the coalition forces have launched a new round of crackdown on Mosul.

But all this has nothing to do with me.

Now is not the time for them to go out, they have to wait until night.

Song Heping simply closed his eyes and began to rest.

After a busy night last night, I felt exhausted.

Soon, he fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dusk.

Mira was squatting at the table eating naan. Seeing him wake up, she handed him a naan: "Eat something. We will be out in two hours."

Song Heping's heart moved, and he quickly took out a single-soldier ration from his tactical bag and handed it to Mira.

"Eat this."

Mira stared at the bag of rations and seemed to be extremely tempted.

Song Heping seemed to realize something and said it was beef.

Mira then took it, tore open the seal and poured out the various large and small packages inside, and began to devour them.

Song Heping ate some biscuits, drank some functional drinks, and finally stuffed two energy bars into his mouth.

He doesn't like to eat too much before taking action, just to maintain a certain sense of fullness, so as to avoid vomiting after strenuous exercise in case of emergency.

It wasn't until seven o'clock in the evening that Mira climbed up the stairs to the exit and took a look. Then she turned around and said to the two people in the basement, "We can go out now."

The three of them emerged from the tunnel entrance, and the donkey was still there, though it looked a little panicked.

Mira gave the animal some water and the donkey calmed down.

"Hide the gun and let's go."

Song Heping brought the canvas that originally covered the bottom of the car onto the flatbed truck, spread it on top, hid the MK18 assault rifle and tactical bag under the canvas, and only hid a pistol in his robe.

The three of them got on the donkey cart, and this time Mira drove the cart because he was more familiar with the roads in this area.

After leaving the courtyard, the donkey cart headed north along the dilapidated street.

"We need to get to the drop zone quickly. They're usually praying and eating at this time. They'll probably start patrolling later. It would be very dangerous to encounter them at night."

The airdrop point was not far from Mira's courtyard.

About one kilometer.

It was an open space, a meadow near the Tigris River.

A few people found a place with dense weeds, drove the donkey cart in, tied it up, and hid inside.

The agreed time for the airdrop is 8 o'clock sharp.

There are about 25 minutes left until the airdrop.

Song Heping had to pay attention to the time at all times, because at 7:55, he had to use the laser pointer to point to the sky to let the aircraft see his position and guide the airdrop.

If the timing is not managed correctly, the airdrop may fail.

Night had just fallen, and the mosquitoes in the grass were ferocious, buzzing around like dive bombers, one after another hitting my face.

In order to maintain silence, we cannot clap with our hands for fear of making noise.

No one knew if there were any militants passing by nearby.

Since he was not wearing combat uniform or field scarf, Song Heping could only shrink himself into his robe as much as possible to avoid being bitten and getting a bump on his head.

The time finally came to seven forty.

Song Heping took out the laser pointer from his pocket, checked the power supply and switch, and after confirming that there was no problem, he held it in his hand and prepared to provide ground guidance after the agreed time.

"somebody is coming."

Mist, who was in the front position, gave a low warning.

Song Heping raised his head and looked through the gaps in the grass, landing on the sandy road in the distance by the river.

That was the way they came.

At this time, two armed men appeared and walked along the road. It seemed that they were on patrol.

The coalition's clearing operation ended before nightfall. As usual, they retreated outside the city for fear of attacks from snipers and militants.

During the day, the city was dominated by the coalition forces.

At night, this place is dominated by armed groups.

"Just wait until they pass."

Song Heping estimated the opponent's speed.

After ten minutes or so, they should have gone far away.

The two armed men were walking and chatting, laughing, as if they were talking about something interesting.

Just as Song Heping had judged, they soon reached the west side of the sandy road. After walking a dozen meters forward, they would turn into a patch of grass where there was a road leading to the city. They would no longer discover that the place they had just passed by was actually hiding two special forces who had infiltrated.

"Well, they're gone."

Mira finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But unexpectedly, just when everyone's worries finally settled, an accident happened.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)