Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 217: Lanier, the Contact Person
As the gunshots rang out, the village became noisy again.

"They must be from the Uyghur Islamic Movement! They must be here to steal our opium paste. You wait here, I'll go out to help." Hassani quickly stood up and turned to leave the room.

When Song Heping heard that it was this armed man, he immediately understood what was going on.

This is an armed organization active in Afghanistan. Initially, they were active in the northeast, but in the past two years, due to the invasion of the US military, their areas of activity in the east and north were compressed by the US military, so they all hid in the southeast and are active in the mountainous areas near the border with Pakistan.

Although they are both resistance organizations in Afghanistan, the members of the Ukrainian Islamic Movement are more extreme and terrifying. They are not on the same page with the student army, and they are strangers to the revolutionary brigade and regard them as enemies.

The southern Venus Crescent region controlled by the Revolutionary Brigade has always been a coveted territory by the Islamic Movement of Ukraine. After all, if they can control it, they can obtain a large amount of drug revenue, which can be used to operate their armed organization.

So it is not surprising that they attacked villages belonging to the revolutionary brigade at night.

"We'll help too!"

Song Heping grabbed Hasani and stood up to leave.

Hasani didn't have time to think about it and could only nod.

Because the gunshots were getting closer.

Song Heping picked up the gun and asked Mist: "Are you coming?"

Mist answered without hesitation: "Of course, together, we live and die together!"

After saying that, he picked up the gun and went out with Song Heping.

Song Heping was very clear that when he said he was helping, he was actually helping himself.

Organizations like the East Turkestan Islamic Movement are a hundred times more cruel than the revolutionary brigades and the student army.

If you fall into the hands of student soldiers, you will be beheaded. However, if you fall into the hands of an organization like the East Turkestan Islamic Movement, you will be skinned alive and your head will be cut off at the last moment.

If he fell into the hands of such a person, Song Heping would rather keep the last bullet for himself and kill him quickly.

Before going out, Song Heping blew out the oil lamp.

In a dark mountain village, a house with lights on will definitely attract fire from the center.

Song Heping walked out of the door carrying an AKM assault rifle and reached out to grab Hasani.

"and many more!"

Hassani was holding an imitation AK at this time and was eager to fight to the death.

"What are you waiting for?!"

"listen to me."

There was an irresistible majesty in Song Heping's words.

Hasani wanted to retort, what time is it now?

The fact that the East Turkestan Islamic Movement dared to come here at this time shows that they had already done reconnaissance and were definitely well prepared.

The village recently harvested several hundred acres of poppies, and the raw materials are still piled up in the village and have not been sent out. They must be coming for these things.

But for some reason, he felt an indescribable pressure from Song Heping, which made him feel strangely submissive. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say the last word.

Song Heping squatted in the corner and listened quietly for a while.

What was strange was that the gunshots from the direction of the village entrance were relatively sparse, while the gunshots from the top of the hill behind were more frequent, and there were screams coming from the direction of the top of the hill.

This shows that the focus of the enemy's attack is on the top of the hill, and they are coming from the other side of the hill.

He remembered that Hasani had just said that there was a large poppy field over there.

If I'm not mistaken, they used poppies as cover to get close to the sentry on the back of the mountain, killed them, and then launched a fierce attack.

"Let's go to the top of the mountain."

Song Heping made up his mind.

Hasani asked, "What about the village entrance? Our village entrance is flat land, which is more difficult to defend."

Song Heping was too lazy to explain to him and just said, "That's not the focus of the attack."

After saying that, he and Mist ran up the hillside with guns in hand.

Seeing this, Hasani had no choice but to follow them.

Along the way, Hasani didn't see many young people from the same village until he reached the top of the slope, when suddenly a man with half of his body covered in blood ran down from above.

The three men pointed their guns at each other at the same time.

Hasani yelled, "Wait, we're one of them!"

Then he shouted at the bloody and miserable guy, "Ramallah, what happened on the hillside?!"

Ramallah recognized Hassani and cried out, "There are so many of them. I'm going to go downstairs to inform the village chief. Many of them have climbed up the hillside..."

Hasani waved his hand: "Go quickly!"

Song Heping continued to run forward, saying as he ran: "Do you believe me now?"

Hasani said, "Han, you are amazing!"

The three of them quickly reached the top of the slope. Song Heping was furious when he saw the situation at the top of the slope.

Perhaps because they had not received professional training, the young villagers of Jabad Village at the top of the slope crowded into a defense line less than 30 meters long, using two houses as cover to shoot down the slope.

There were three or four wounded soldiers lying under the wall of the house, and it seemed that they had lost their combat effectiveness.

"Don't crowd together! Don't crowd together!"

Song Heping said to Hassani, "Hurry up and tell them to disperse and open up the defense line! Send two people here and have them defend the house over there. Pay attention to the left wing. Send a few people to the right. Don't let them all crowd here and wait to die!!"

The shorter the line of defense, the harder it is to defend.

The hillside here is a long one. Fortunately, we didn't encounter an elite professional army, otherwise a flank attack and an encirclement would have killed everyone here.

This time, Hasani no longer questioned Song Heping's decision.

There was no time for him to question it.

If we don’t hurry up, the whole village will be in trouble once Wu Yiyun’s men rush in.

"You three, go over there! You two, go over there—"

Under Hassani's command, the defense line was finally extended.

Although extending the defense line will dilute the strength of the defense, it will make it more difficult for the opponent to concentrate fire.

Song Heping said to Mist, "In less than five minutes, the ETIM will have to adjust their tactics. They will definitely find a weak point and launch a concentrated charge..."

"Are you planning a counterattack or something?" Mist said, "I'll play with you."

Song Heping shook his head: "No need. These are just a mob, they will only bully the villagers."

He pointed to the house in the distance.

"We have two highest vantage points. You take one, I take one. Let's compete to see who kills the most. How good are your nighttime shooting skills in dark conditions?"

Mist said: "Of course it is first-class, otherwise -"

He glanced at Hassani next to him and deliberately said loudly in Arabic: "Otherwise, why would you hire me as your bodyguard, right, Boss Han?"

"Hmm."

Song Heping thought to himself, even the Oscars owe you a little golden man.

"Let's go. I'll be on the left and you'll be on the right. Let's make a death cross for him and provide fire support for these people."

"no problem."

After saying that, the two of them went their separate ways.

In fact, the commanding height of Jabad Village is just two two-story mud houses, but because they are built on the top of the hill, they become the commanding height.

One advantage of the earthen houses here is that they have rooftops. Locals use the rooftops to dry things, so there are often some sundries piled on them.

Song Heping came to the rooftop and first looked at the thickness of the earthen fence. It was only 20 centimeters and a little loose.

There will be a danger of being penetrated by bullets. Most of the armed groups here use Soviet-made weapons or imitations bought from local workshops in the Ba Tie Mountain area. The power varies. According to the normal 7.62 caliber intermediate power bullet penetration calculation, it can penetrate 100 centimeters of soil at a distance of 40 meters.

Even if the earthen walls of this kind of house are relatively strong, they still need to be at least 30 centimeters strong to block it.

Song Heping had no choice but to return to the room and choose two windows in one of the rooms as shooting points.

The wall is much thicker than the rooftop fence and can block those imitation AK47 bullets.

The view here is pretty good. Although not as good as the rooftop, you can still see the flashes of gunfire passing by on the hillside from this high vantage point.

Shooting at a target without night vision goggles is called night-time dark shooting in the industry.

It was not difficult for Song Heping.

As long as the muzzle flashed somewhere, he would move the muzzle of the gun to that position and fire a burst of shots as quickly as possible.

bang bang——

bang bang——

Every time he fired a burst of shots, Song Heping had no way of knowing whether he had hit the opponent.

But after each shot he would quickly change his shooting position.

Switch from one window to another.

Because you can see the other party's muzzle flash, the other party can also see yours.

Sure enough, as soon as he changed his position, bullets like raindrops hit the windowsill. Many bullets shot directly into the house and hit the wall, and dirt and debris flew everywhere.

This is exactly the effect Song Heping wants.

If the enemy concentrates their fire, there will be more muzzle flashes.

Song Heping calmly changed a window, fired a burst of shots at a location where the muzzle flash appeared, and then left calmly.

This time he came to the rooftop.

Although the fence may be penetrated, there will be no danger as long as you evacuate immediately after the gun is fired.

Song Heping easily saw more than a dozen muzzle flashes flashing on the hillside. He chose the nearest one and shot two bullets at the opponent before it could go out.

Wandering around several different positions, Song Heping quickly emptied a magazine. He replaced it with a new one and listened to the muffled sound of bullets hitting the wall.

As long as the enemy concentrated their fire on a few places, he would simply hide behind the wall and not show up.

When the rain of bullets from a certain shooting point becomes less dense, he will instantly seize the opportunity to continue to fire back with a burst of fire.

About twenty minutes later, gunshots began to be heard sporadically on the hillside.

Song Heping glanced out cautiously from the side of the window.

He noticed that muzzle flashes on the hillside were becoming less common.

When he emptied the second magazine and replaced it with the fourth, he could no longer hear much gunfire.

Soon, Song Heping discovered that not only had the gunfire on the hillside stopped, but even the gunfire at the village entrance had gradually become sparse.

Hasani quickly went upstairs and found Song Heping. He excitedly shouted at Song Heping: "Han, they ran away! They ran away! Your shooting skills are amazing!"

Song Heping said calmly: "Wait a little longer."

After waiting for a few more minutes, the gunshots completely disappeared.

The entire village was mobilized. All the young people who could hold guns came over and divided into several teams to start searching along the hillside.

Soon, they dragged back a row of corpses.

They were all piled up on the hillside.

Song Heping counted and found that there were more than seventy bodies.

Mist asked Song Heping: "How many magazines did you shoot?"

Song Heping replied: "Three and a half."

Mist said, "So many?"

Song Heping asked, "How many of you are there?"

"Three," Mist said, "but I think I'm more accurate."

While the two men were arguing about who could shoot more accurately, the village chief Jamshid hurried over to the crowd.

"They all ran away!"

He glanced at the ground and was startled.

"You killed so many enemies?"

Song Heping noticed that there was a strange man behind Jamshid.

The light was dim, and the man was standing about a few meters behind Jamshed, his face blurry.

"Luckily, Rabbani arrived in time and helped us to attack the enemy at the village entrance!"

As he spoke, the village chief's eyes fell on Song Heping.

"Boss Han, Mr. Rabbani is here."

A few meters away, the man walked out from the darkness and came in front of Song Heping.

Song Heping now saw clearly that it was indeed Rabbani.

The two of us stood quietly beside a bunch of flashlights, you looking at me and I looking at you.

Song Heping was wondering how the other party would react.

His index finger had quietly returned to the trigger.

There was half a magazine of bullets left.

He also had a full magazine on him.

If Rabbani turned against them, he and Mist should be able to kill a dozen people around them by surprise, but they might get injured.

Then there are weapons and ammunition everywhere on the ground, which can be replenished at any time.

The car was still parked at the entrance of the village.

But if there is a real conflict, how can I run across the entire village to the village entrance to get the car?

This is really a problem...

Rabbani stood in front of Song Heping and didn't speak for a long time. His eyes stayed on Song Heping's face and didn't move away.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

Mist's finger was on the trigger as well.

He is also waiting.

If anything unusual occurs, take action immediately!

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(End of this chapter)