Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 2 Attack
I don’t know how long it took.

Maybe a few seconds, maybe a dozen seconds.

Song Heping regained consciousness.

pain……

It hurts everywhere.

My body felt like it was falling apart, my ears were buzzing, and my soul was about to be shaken out of the body.

He wanted to call Aguan.

"Uh-uh--"

As soon as he opened his mouth, an uncontrollable nausea surged up, and Song Heping couldn't help but vomit.

The cab was filled with the sour smell of gastric juice. After he vomited up his breakfast, he finally woke up, and then turned around to look for Aguan.

At this time, Aguan was curled up in the driver's seat, his eyes rolled, and he was whimpering, like an old dog that had been beaten hard.

"Aguan, are you okay?"

He wanted to reach out and pull Aguan up, but suddenly he smelled the smell of urine.

Looking down, Song Heping couldn't help shouting: "Fuck! You peed!"

Aguan glanced at his crotch and felt ashamed to see others. He held his head and started whining again.

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There was intensive gunfire all around.

It sounds like a Soviet-made weapon.

Song Heping secretly complained that this was the end of his life.

I'm really afraid of what I'm going to do.

No need to guess, they were definitely attacked by a resistance organization.

when--

A warhead hit the truck body and made a crisp sound.

boom--

Then a grenade exploded on the roadside not far in front of the car, raising a small plume of black smoke.

Several small holes appeared on the already tattered cab roof.

Song Heping subconsciously shrank his head and waited for a while before looking out through the front of the car that had lost its windshield. He saw several men carrying M4A1 assault rifles and M16 rifles hiding behind a Stryker armored vehicle in front. The American soldiers kept firing towards the opposite side of the road.

There seemed to be gunmen hiding behind the mounds and buildings not far away on the right side of the road. The AK47 in his hand shouted cheerfully and kept firing at the American soldiers next to Stryker.

The attackers obviously had a great advantage. American soldiers kept falling to the ground screaming, and the convoy commander yelled into the radio microphone at the top of his lungs.

"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday! This is the D1 team. We were attacked on Route 3 outside the city near the airport! Repeat! We were attacked!"

call out--

While the two sides were in a stalemate, an RPG rocket flew from across the road and accurately hit the Stryker armored vehicle.

The launch angle of this RPG was very tricky. The armored body was surrounded by an explosion-proof grille and stuffed with sandbags. It was difficult for ordinary RPGs to penetrate the body. The attackers saw this clearly, so they hit the front wheels.

Although the front wheels can block RPG rockets, due to the gap between the chassis and the ground, metal jets and fragments will be ejected to the other side of the vehicle, causing damage to soldiers hiding on the other side of the vehicle who are not well concealed.

boom--

As expected, the front wheel was directly blown off, and the entire Stryker body fell heavily, and a thick smoke came out.

The splashing metal jet hit the leg of a American soldier. The guy immediately turned into a gourd on the ground and fell to the ground wailing while covering his wound.

Blood quickly stained the camouflage pants.

Another American soldier grabbed his tactical vest and dragged him behind the wheel.

At this moment, Song Heping saw the woman in black robe and started to act.

I had noticed her before and felt something was wrong, but now my suspicion was confirmed.

The woman suddenly opened her robe, revealing an AK74U short rifle hidden inside. She raised her hand and started shooting at the group of American troops hiding behind the Stryker armored vehicle.

The American soldiers' attention was on the other side, while the woman in black robe was behind them. Everything happened in the flash of lightning, and they didn't even notice that the god of death was behind them silently.

bah—

The Beretta 92F in Song Heping's hand rang.

A ball of blood spurted out from the woman's chest, and she fell straight to the ground. Before she died, she pulled the trigger and fired a bunch of bullets.

Several soldiers hiding behind the armored vehicle were startled. Some pointed their guns in the direction where the woman fell, and some pointed in the direction of Song Heping.

A bearded man among several American soldiers suddenly stretched out his hand and suppressed the gun pointed at Song Heping by another soldier.

He could see it. If the man hiding in the truck hadn't taken action, he and his teammates would probably have to see God at this time.

The bearded Mi Jun nodded towards Song Heping, as if to express his gratitude.

Song Heping also nodded.

His heart is complicated.

This was his first murder.

Although he had served as a soldier and fired a gun before, this was his first time killing someone.

Just now, she had no choice. The woman, the soldiers, and herself were all in a straight line, shooting at the soldiers. With the impressive dispersion rate of the AK74U, it was easy to take her away with them.

Killing someone felt terrible. Song Heping felt his mouth dry, his heartbeat accelerated significantly, and his body temperature rose. He felt a little hot and overwhelmed, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

He calmed down and said to Aguan: "We have to find a way to get out of here."

Aguan asked at a loss: "I'm not going out. My wife is young and my child is young, and I have an old mother..."

No wonder Aguan is so scared.

Bullets are flying everywhere now, and the American soldiers and the gunmen of the resistance organization are fighting fiercely. If you leave the truck at this time, you may accidentally eat peanuts.

Song Heping didn't bother to explain. He turned over the walkie-talkie that had fallen there on the cab floor and pressed the call button to call Fatty Tan in the car behind him.

"Fat man, fat man, I am peace, do you hear me?"

After calling several times, Fatty Tan did not respond.

Song Heping's heart sank.

From the looks of it, Fatty Tan is probably in danger.

Dangdangdang——

There was the sound of bullets hitting the truck again.

Immediately afterwards, a pungent smell of diesel entered Song Heping's nostrils.

Dog day!
The gas tank was actually hit!

His hair stood on end.

This damn guy is unlucky enough to open the door for his unlucky mother, so unlucky!
Although diesel has a higher ignition point, it does not mean that it cannot be ignited. Especially now that bullets are flying everywhere and grenades are raining down, a grenade might land on the side of the car and ignite the leaked diesel.

Tough choices once again lie before us.

go out?

Or hide here and wait?
This was Song Heping's first contact with actual combat in his life.

There is no step-by-step approach and there is no psychological excess. It’s just a hell of a test.

He couldn't help but panic.

call out--

Before he could make up his mind, another RPG rocket flew from the opposite side and hit Stryker in front again, causing another burst of fire.

Just after the explosion, the two soldiers hiding behind the car tilted and immediately slid to the ground against the car, leaving a pool of blood on Stryker's body.

"Hansen, watch out behind you!"

The bearded man who had nodded to him before started yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Kill them!"

The soldier named "Hansen" was squatting next to the bearded man, wearing a baseball cap. He reacted very quickly, kneeling and turning sideways, swiftly switching from his left shoulder to his right shoulder, and firing bursts of fire from the M4A1 assault rifle in his hand, suppressing two militants who appeared from another direction.

The two militants who made a sneak attack quickly got into a broken earth wall on the side of the road and hid.

At this time, the situation on the scene was very unfavorable for the bearded men. Militants were coming from all directions, and they were caught in a situation where they were attacked from both sides.

Song Heping felt that he might be really cool this time.

If these soldiers died, and the militants came to clean up the scene, they would not know if they would also kill them, especially since he had killed one of them just now.

Soon, he saw a shocking scene.

The bearded soldier and Hansen cooperated very well. The M4A1 in Hansen's hand only relied on burst firing and quick magazine change, and produced the effect of a light machine gun, suppressing the two gunmen behind the wall so that they could not even raise their heads.

At the same time, the bearded man leaned over and unhooked an M72 anti-tank rocket launcher from Hansen's back, quickly opened the safety device, and fired a shot at the wall.

boom--

The earthen wall was suddenly covered in dust.

The bearded man threw away the M72 rocket launcher, quickly switched to the M4A1 assault rifle, pointed at the earth wall, and waited for the killing opportunity.

The dust had not yet dispersed. A militant, covered in blood, staggered out of the dust, staggering and disoriented, as if he was drunk.

The bearded man raised the gun and gently pressed the trigger, sending him away with a beautiful two-shot burst.

"Good marksmanship!"

Song Heping couldn't help but admire in his heart.

He suddenly noticed that these two bearded men seemed a little different from other American soldiers.

Their attire and helmets were very special. One wore a baseball cap, and the other looked a bit like a skateboard helmet. There were also many tactical accessories mounted on the rails of the M4A1 assault rifles in their hands. There were no military rank or branch insignia on their bodies, which was somewhat different from the common American soldiers.

"Hansen, smoke bombs! Let's retreat to those houses!"

The bearded man shouted to his companions and pointed at the messy buildings not far away on the left side of the road.

The slopes on both sides of the road are filled with densely packed earthen houses. If they can evacuate there, they can rely on the buildings to fight back. As long as they persist for a while, the rescue of the American army will definitely arrive.

"Yes, boss!"

Big Beard and Hansen took out the smoke bomb together. They exchanged glances, pulled off the buckle, and threw it into the middle of the road together.

Then the two of them threw the second one at a different location as fast as possible.

The smoke from four smoke bombs quickly blocked the road and formed a wall of smoke.

The bearded man waved his hand: "Retreat!"

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(End of this chapter)