Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 233 Decision-making
Persian Plateau, 7pm.

On a bare hillside, several soldiers from the revolutionary brigade sat together.

They had just finished praying, the fire next to them had been lit, the naan had been laid out, and the dried meat had been taken out.

The temperature in high-altitude areas is lower at night. You can light a fire, bake some naan, boil some hot water and make some tea to warm your body.

There is no need to worry about being discovered when lighting a fire in such a desolate place. At least no one wants to come to such a haunted place at this time.

Several people were talking and laughing, sharing food with each other.

The water boiled, and someone took the tin kettle from the shelf and distributed the hot water to everyone to make tea.

puff-

The man who stood up with the kettle suddenly had a ball of blood explode on his head.

Red and white objects splattered, splashing onto the people around them.

"enemy!"

One of the veterans screamed, reaching for his gun that was lying beside him.

We were planning to eat, so everyone just put their guns on the ground beside them. Some guns were even randomly placed together three meters away.

After all, they lost the initiative and the gates of hell were opened to them.

Bullets flew from different directions, and the air was filled with the sound of bullets cutting through the air.

puff-

Puff puff--

The gunshot was very dull.

It was apparent that the attacker had used an assault rifle equipped with a silencer.

In less than ten seconds, only one of the six people was left.

The man was lying on the ground, his hand almost touching the gun on the ground, when a foot wearing Salomon tactical boots stepped hard on the back of his hand.

"what--"

He screamed in agony.

An M4A1 automatic rifle with a silencer was pressed against his head.

"If you yell again, I'll kill you!"

Although they didn't understand, the revolutionary brigade soldiers lying on the ground still kept their mouths shut and didn't dare to shout anymore.

The cook came up to the soldier, squatted down, and asked in Arabic, "Do you speak Arabic?"

The other person nodded.

The cook breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Persian and Arabic have some grammatical similarities, they are not the same language after all, so communication can still be very difficult.

Fortunately, the composition of the revolutionary brigade soldiers active in this area was very complex, including Persians and Arabs, so it was not surprising that some of them knew Arabic.

"What is your name."

"Bandak."

"Bandak, listen, I have two choices. One is that you answer all my questions honestly, and then I will let you go. The other is that you refuse to answer my questions and cannot give me satisfactory answers, and I will slowly cut off your head with a knife. Which one do you choose?"

Bandak's face turned pale and he nodded repeatedly: "The first one, the first one!"

"You're a smart guy."

The cook smiled at him and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Let me ask you, are you searching for two people here now?"

Bandak was stunned for a moment, then said, "Not two, but three."

The cook frowned and then asked, "Is there a Chinese among the three people?"

"Yes." Bandak was honest.

The cook nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Did you catch them? Or rather, did you kill any of them?"

Bandak shook his head. "No, these guys are very difficult to deal with. Many of our brothers have died in the past few days. The higher-ups have told us to be careful if we see them. Kill them without hesitation."

The cook and several team members around him breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Heping is not dead.

White Bear said to Yulia: "Baby, I told you it's not that easy to die."

The cook asked, "Where was the last place you heard of them?"

As he spoke, he took out a map from his pocket and spread it out in front of Bandak.

"Point it out to me above."

Bandak looked at the map and scratched his head: "I don't understand English."

The cook then remembered that the map was in English.

"Then tell me the name of a place."

"In Danzi Canyon, they're heading north. According to reports from above, they probably want to go to Sangan, so many of our brothers are heading there."

"Sanggan?"

The cook gasped.

He quickly found Sanggan's location on the map.

Sanggan is located north of Ahwaz, more than 60 kilometers away.

Song Heping had said before that he would conduct flying patrols in the three places of Ahwaz, Nehbandan and Istand Mountain, which meant that he would break out and leave the plateau at these three points or somewhere in between them.

But Sanggan is completely outside this range.

Could it be that they were surrounded and had no other choice but to change their strategy temporarily?

In theory, Afanti's special brigade support teams have been deployed in these three places. If they go to Sanggan, it will be equivalent to a temporary change of plan, and the support teams deployed by Afanti will not be able to provide support.

But at least he knew that Song Heping was not dead, and that Song Heping and his companions were heading north, perhaps trying to break out in the direction of Sanggan.

The cook stood up, drew his gun, and shot Bandak in the head.

puff--

Bandak's brain burst immediately and he died instantly.

"Sorry buddy, you shouldn't have trusted me."

The cook put away the gun without any feeling of guilt.

In fact, Bandak was doomed from the moment he fell into the hands of the cook.

Promising not to kill him was just to give him an illusion.

The cook would never let anyone who might leak his secrets leave here alive.

"Sang is not dead. He went north, towards Sanggan. He is probably trying to break out from there."

The cook pointed to the bodies on the ground. "Push them into the ravine. We'll call a helicopter and head to Sangan now."

"Sanggan?"

The hunter frowned at this.

"There's no support team deployed by Avanti there. Why go there?"

He found it incredible.

After all, hunters are snipers, and one of the skills snipers are good at is escape.

Due to the special nature of their profession, snipers often have to evacuate after completing their missions. They often develop multiple retreat plans before the mission to ensure that they can deal with any unexpected situations.

But no matter how the plan is made, it does not include such a big last-minute change.

After all, you need someone to pick you up at the rendezvous point. Otherwise, if you change your plan at the last minute and run to a place where there are no rendezvous personnel or helicopters, won’t you still die?

So he felt something was wrong.

"Maybe Sang changed his plans at the last minute. I guess those bastards from the Revolutionary Brigade were surrounding him too tightly, so he had no choice but to change his plans at the last minute. Is there anything wrong with that?"

The cook asked the hunter in return.

The hunter said, "No, even if we had to change our plans temporarily, we should have headed to a place where there were people to pick us up. Before leaving, Sang designated three locations as backup plans. He didn't use any of them, so he headed north to a place with no support. Would that be any use? It would be useless. No one would pick us up, and it would be a dead end."

The cook was silent this time.

The hunter's suspicion made him hesitant.

judgment.

Now we need to make a correct judgment.

If you make a mistake in judgment on the battlefield, the price is human life.

After taking such a big risk, landing here and getting the intelligence, now we have to make a choice.

"Sokka! It would be better if I were to be buried here!"

The cook said something nonsense.

Since Song Heping joined the entire team, all basic tactical matters have been decided by Song Heping.

Everyone is used to having less worries.

Now that I really have to choose for myself, I feel the pressure.

"What do you think?!"

The cook had to ask others for help.

The disaster star was the first to spread his hands.

Next is the white bear.

Finally, there is Queen Yulia.

Fortunately, the gray wolf didn't throw up his hands.

"I think what the hunter said makes sense...but the intelligence shows that Sang went north..."

"You said it, but it's the same as not saying it!"

The cook was a little angry.

I didn't expect that without Song Heping, something would be so difficult to handle.

The hunter insisted on his opinion: "I don't think Sang will go to the north or break out of Sanggan."

"Damn it!"

The cook couldn't make up his mind, so he simply took out his satellite phone, called Ferrari, and explained the situation to him.

"Ferrari, you have a good brain. Tell me, will Sang go to the north or will he choose to break out from one of the originally planned locations?!"

"The hunter is right! Cook, you stupid ass!"

Ferrari began to taunt the cook.

"No wonder you always lost all your men when you were running a mercenary group. Luckily you met Song Heping, otherwise all your brothers would be dead now."

"I'm not calling you from the middle of nowhere in the Persian Plateau to waste your satellite phone money and get you to yell at me. I'm asking for your opinion. Where do you think Sang will go? If you know the answer, tell me now. Wasting time in a place like this is damn dangerous!"

The chef was unhappy and retorted to Ferrari.

Although Ferrari usually enjoyed ridiculing the chef, he now realized the seriousness of the matter. Every minute wasted would put Song Heping in greater danger.

"Song will definitely break out at the three pre-selected points. Firstly, he knows that changing the plan will mean he won't get support. Secondly, his personality and style dictate that he'll stick with these three points and head north... I think he's trying to confuse the Revolutionary Brigade. You know, he's incredibly cunning!"

The cook savored Ferrari's words thoughtfully.

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

"Okay! Even if you're right, where do you think he'll break out from?! There are three points, which one should we go to?!"

"You're a pig?!"

Ferrari couldn't help but curse, "Where is Sangan? Didn't you check the map?! He's in the north! Is the designated breakout point in the north the closest?!"

"Awaz..."

"That's right! You idiot! It's in Ahvaz! Song Heping will definitely break out from there because it's the closest to his current position! Do you think he will go the long way around? Continue south to Nehbandan or Istand Mountain?! Do you think he's as stupid as you?!"

"Sokka!"

The cook got angry after being scolded.

"Ferrari, just wait for me! Return to the Green Zone and see how I deal with you!"

After the call was disconnected, the cook had made up his mind.

"Brothers, I believe what Ferrari said. After all, this guy is smart. The place where Sang broke out must be in Avaz, which is nearby. Let's go to the place he pre-selected and ambush him there!"

Several people immediately began to deal with the body and then headed to the designated location.

Just as the cook and his men were rushing to Ahwaz, the quick reaction team's helmet camera footage was already being connected to the big screen in the ISA command post in Kandahar.

From the pictures, it can be seen that three quick reaction support teams of up to 30 people have been deployed near Hannihin and in the suburbs, and are preparing to board helicopters to go to the border area.

At this time, Nikki mobilized all of her ISA's operational resources in Afghanistan. The Air Force had already sent an electronic reconnaissance aircraft to the border area an hour ago, and two other MQ-1 Predator drones were also patrolling the border, ready to cross the border and provide air fire strikes in case of emergencies.

This unprecedentedly luxurious lineup shocked the other ISA members in the command post.

Because they were not authorized, crossing the border would carry a very high risk. If they succeeded, it would be fine, but if the quick reaction team suffered casualties or their bodies fell into the hands of the Persians, it would be on the headlines of tomorrow's international edition.

"Are all the units ready? The reconnaissance plane sent the latest news, saying that a large number of electronic signals appeared in the area between Ahvaz and Sanggan, indicating that the Revolutionary Brigade has mobilized a large number of troops to carry out missions in that area. Apart from our infiltration team, I can't think of anyone else who is worthy of such a large-scale mobilization. Therefore, I have decided to send a rapid reaction team to airdrop at the border and then infiltrate the Persian Plateau to conduct a search..."

As she was speaking, the door at the entrance was suddenly pushed open.

A gray-haired male officer in his fifties appeared at the door, followed by two other lieutenants.

"Commodore Miles..."

Nikki was stunned.

The person who came turned out to be Miles, the deputy commander of the US military command in Afghanistan in charge of intelligence and special operations!
　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)