Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 216: Unexpected complications
As the SUV left the dirt road, bullets hit the road.

If Song Heping had not accurately predicted the danger, one of the two might have been hit by peanuts.

Some people are able to survive for a long time on the battlefield. In addition to skilled techniques and tactics, rich battlefield experience and super good luck, there is another very important factor, that is, the ability to predict the battlefield, which is the so-called battlefield intuition.

Song Heping has a certain talent in this area and can often save his life at critical moments.

The two men quickly took out their guns and jumped out of the car, hiding in front of the engine, leaning against the hood with their guns at hand.

"Who is on the other side?"

Mist asked.

Song Heping's mind raced, trying to make an accurate judgment.

Once they retaliate, it means that both sides are at war and there is no room for negotiation.

What if the other party is just a village sentry who subconsciously shoots when he sees an unfamiliar vehicle? If the two men fight back, they will only lose room for maneuver.

Because both of them are very accurate shooters, they will definitely kill someone if they shoot.

"No, we can't shoot." Song Heping quickly made up his mind: "What if it's the sentries in the village? If we kill them, this mission will be in trouble."

Afghanistan is in chaos now. Tribes and villages everywhere are trying to protect themselves. Every village has some weapons. This habit has not been formed today. It has been a trend since the Soviet invasion in the late 1970s.

What's more, in the Venus Moon area, to survive in such a place, each tribe and village has its own armed team of young and middle-aged people, responsible for protecting the village and the tribesmen. Sometimes even the student army or revolutionary brigade has to give some face to these scattered armed forces.

After all, without the support of the tribe, they would not be able to survive on this land.

To put it bluntly, the student army was able to seize power because they had the support of local tribes and villages. Only with their support could all invaders be plunged into the vast ocean of people's war and Afghanistan be forged into the golden signboard of "Graveyard of Empires".

"So what are you going to do?" Mist asked.

Song Heping retorted angrily, "Fuck you, you're a Navy SEAL, and you're asking me what to do? Aren't you a veteran of the battlefield? What do you say we should do?"

Mist said, "Well, I suggest negotiation."

Song Heping nodded: "Good idea, great minds think alike."

After all, there are only two of us on our side, no matter how good we are at fighting, there are only two of us.

Being hunted by an entire village is not a pleasant feeling.

What's more, fighting will affect the execution of the mission, and negotiation is undoubtedly the best way out.

The village suddenly became lively.

The two people hiding behind the engine heard bursts of shouting coming from the other side in the distance. The people in the village had been awakened, and the armed village protection team had probably picked up their weapons and started to search for invaders.

"Do you speak the language here?" Song Heping asked.

"I speak a little Dari," Mist said.

Dari is the official language of Afghanistan.

The reason why Mist understood this was because in the US military, every time a soldier learned a language, he would receive an additional language allowance. Although the money was not much, it was better than nothing.

He is a Navy SEAL and has been on missions all over the world. He has been in Central Asia and the Middle East for the past two years, so it is not difficult for him to understand the local language after learning some of it.

Upon hearing this, Song Heping hurriedly said, "Then go and talk."

Mist shook his head. "Are you an idiot?! I'm going? Look at me like this. Can I even go to negotiate? If I go out, I'll be beaten into a hornet's nest. Do you believe it?"

Song Heping was stunned.

He reacted.

Mist is an American. Although his current fake identity is Eastern European, he looks like a white person.

Today's Afghans are very sensitive to white people. They will mistake him for a spy of the US military and send him to see God with a volley of bullets.

"All right……"

Song Heping was helpless.

Given the current situation, I have no choice but to take action myself.

The problem is that it is also a headache to do it myself because I don’t understand the official language here at all.

Dari is Persian, and Song Heping only knows English and Arabic.

Although they seem similar, they are actually very different.

"I'll go out and negotiate later, and you'll be in charge of the negotiations here. Got it?"

Song Heping came up with a compromise.

Since he didn't understand and Mist did, he would just hide behind the engine of the off-road vehicle and be responsible for listening and shouting.

Although this negotiation model seems a bit weird, as long as it works, nothing else matters!

"Shout, shout loudly, identify yourself, say we are guests, invited by Rabbani, and ask if this is Jabad Village."

"Hey! Folks! Brothers! We are not your enemies. We are guests invited by Rabbani. He has arranged to meet us here. Is this Jabad Village? If so, you can ask Rabbani and he will tell you."

Rabbani is the armed leader of the revolutionary brigade in this generation. As a local leader, he is naturally familiar with the clan leaders and villagers of this generation of villages and tribes.

"Come out! Come out! Who are you? Come out!"

Some of the villagers who had gathered from all directions were shouting, asking Song Heping and the others to come out.

After all, they were also worried that the two uninvited guests had malicious intentions, so they were unwilling to show up and hid behind ditches, bumps, trees and bushes.

"What did they say?" Song Heping asked.

Mist said with a grin, "They asked you to leave, so you, the negotiating surface, should leave immediately without a gun. Let them see your sincerity for peace."

Song Heping could sense a hint of gloating in the man's tone, so he taunted him, "Do you think you can get away if I die?"

Mist said, "Don't worry. If I really kill you, I will definitely send a few more of them down there to serve as a backup and help you get revenge."

"Thank you so much."

After Song Heping finished speaking, he put down his gun, raised his hands high, and walked out from behind the engine.

As he walked, he shouted, "Don't shoot, I mean no harm!"

As he spoke, he reached out and took off the baseball cap on his head.

He did this on purpose to expose his hair so that everyone could see clearly that he was an Asian with black hair and black eyes, not a white foreigner with brown hair and blue eyes like Mist.

The locals hate white people, but they have relatively less malice towards yellow people.

However, doing so is still a very dangerous thing.

Song Heping walked forward slowly, his hands raised high, and the empty door opened.

At this time, if there is an unlucky guy on the opposite side who slips and pulls the trigger, Song Heping will have to report to the King of Hell.

So he kept shouting, identifying himself in Arabic.

Mist was sitting in the back of the SUV and laughed secretly when he heard Song Heping's shouting.

"This kid is quite cunning."

Song Heping uses Arabic instead of English because being able to speak Arabic makes him more popular here and less likely to be seen as an enemy.

Several beams of flashlight came from different directions, shining on Song Heping's body and face.

The strong light made Song Heping frown, his muscle memory began to react, and he had an urge to draw the pistol at his waist.

This was a natural reaction for anyone who had undergone rigorous military training. Song Heping managed to control himself, still holding his hands up and shouting in Arabic.

"We have no ill intentions. We are guests, guests of Rabbani. We are here only because we have an appointment to meet him here."

Finally, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties walked out from the light, holding a copycat AK47 in his hand. He walked in front of Song Heping and walked around Song Heping three times cautiously as if he was looking at a wolf that had broken into the sheepfold.

Finally, he asked something.

Song Heping still didn't understand.

"Laomi, translate!"

"He asked you for a message!" Mist quickly translated.

"Fuck!" Song Heping cursed, "You even know the secret code for the meeting, do you still need to go through someone else?!"

Mist then suppressed his laughter and shouted, "All the bad people who do evil in God's territory will go to hell!"

When the person on the other side heard the secret code, his expression suddenly relaxed, the muzzle of his gun lowered to the ground, and a smile slowly crept onto his face.

He bowed to Song Heping and said, "It was just a misunderstanding."

After saying that, he turned around and shouted a few words to his people.

At this time, Mist walked out from behind the engine and came to Song Heping's side.

When the villagers on the opposite side saw Mist, hostility suddenly appeared in their eyes again.

Mist quickly explained in Dari: "I'm his bodyguard, I'm not American."

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This time it was Song Heping's turn to laugh. He gave Mist a look and told him to figure it out for himself.

After the hostility was resolved, the two men, led by the leading villager, began to enter the village.

Along the way, Song Heping learned that the man was called Jamshid and was the village chief.

The village is built along the hillside, with houses on both sides and a small path in the middle leading to the top of the hill.

Although it was night, Song Heping could feel the backwardness and poverty here from the ground and the walls of the houses on both sides.

Finally, the two were brought into a larger room. After entering, they found that there were oil lamps lit on the wall. The room was illuminated by dim light. There was a large blanket on the ground, and several old men with long white beards were sitting on the blanket.

Jamshid introduced Song Heping and the other two to each other. After introducing them one by one, he learned that these were all respected clan leaders in their village.

Song Heping felt that the meeting customs here were somewhat similar to those in Yiligo's tribal village. Important guests would be brought to meet these old men.

After greeting everyone, a woman wearing a face-covering burqa brought in some tea, placed it on the floor, and left.

Not long after, a villager in his thirties walked in from outside the door and quickly started talking to Song Heping in Arabic.

The man's name is Hassani. He has lived in Middle Eastern countries, so he knows Arabic.

Song Heping was very happy to see that someone could understand what he was saying. At least he didn't have to ask Mist to translate every word.

Hassani told Song Heping that they had sent someone to notify Ranil, and that the other party would arrive in about an hour, so he asked Song Heping to wait here.

"Okay, we'll wait for him here."

Song Heping was actually unsure.

The moment when Dai Jiang meets Lanier is the moment of life and death.

Whether the other party can be truly persuaded to defect depends on their reaction during the meeting.

In Song Heping's view, Lanier had no other choice.

If he was more ruthless and dared to gamble with the lives of his uncle's family, he could even directly detain himself and Mist as hostages for exchange.

This is not impossible.

So what will he choose at that time? Should he cooperate with the Americans in exchange for the safety of his uncle's family, or more wealth and glory, or should he detain himself and Mist and then make a deal with the US military.

Everything is unknown.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Song Heping took the opportunity to ask about the opium cultivation here, pretending to be very concerned about the output, and said that he came here to cooperate with the revolutionary brigade to purchase opium.

When talking about opium, Hassani excitedly began to curse the American troops to Song Heping in Arabic.

"You are our guest, and you are here to buy goods. I shouldn't say this, but there weren't so many of these things before. Now just look outside, they are everywhere. There are more of them than food crops!"

As he spoke, he only thought about the back of the house.

"Tomorrow morning, go up the hillside and take a look around. Look around, and the flat land across the hillside is all poppies. Lanier told us that the purpose of growing these things is to sell them to Europe and America, so that they can all get addicted to this stuff! We used to be farming well here, but the Americans invaded us, causing us to lose so much. No one in places like Kandahar and Kabul buys our food anymore, so we can only grow these to make money... Damn Americans, if I see them dare to come to our village, I will definitely tear their tendons and skin them..."

Mist knows Arabic, and this guy has more than one language allowance.

Hassani was criticizing the Americans, and Song Heping added fuel to the fire and cursed them too: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, those damned Americans should go to hell!"

"That's right! They also invaded Iraq! They messed up our lives! Down with American hegemony! Kill all those bitch American soldiers! Allah Huk Abba!"

After all, Hasani is a man of experience and has some world view. He even uses the word "hegemonism" when cursing.

This made Song Heping smile in his heart, and he also shouted: "Down with American imperialism and hegemony, down with those damn American soldiers! Alahuk Aba!"

Mist was holding a cup of tea with a very ugly expression, as if he had been constipated for seven days and hadn't been able to eat anything.

Song Heping still felt it was not enough, so he nudged him with his elbow and said, "Why don't you scream!"

Mister wanted to kill someone, but facing a room full of excited Afghan locals, he had to shout along.

Don’t shout?

That might reveal a flaw.

Don’t shout?

Would I be considered an American?

"...Down with American hegemony...Down with American imperialism...Kill those sons of bitches invaders! Allahuk Abba..."

Mist had no choice but to raise his hands and fists, and shout slogans like everyone else, his face looking as ugly as shit.

Just as everyone was shouting happily, they suddenly heard gunshots outside.

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The gunfire was still very intense.

"What happened?"

Song Heping stood up quickly.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

It was discovered that the gunshots came from two directions, one from behind the hillside and the other from in front of the village.

Isn’t this the territory of the Revolutionary Brigade?

So who is attacking the village?
Could it be the US military? !

Thinking of this, his scalp went numb.

What if some blind American military unit launched an operation here? Should we kill them or not?!
(End of this chapter)