Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 234 Tactical Running

Nicky seemed to suddenly understand something.

She glanced at everyone around her.

Many people looked stunned.

Only Tom hung his head.

Nicky had the answer in his mind, and immediately went forward, saluted Miles and said, "General, do you have any instructions?"

"Niki! Are you asking this even though you already know the answer?!"

Miles looked angry.

"Don't you have a brain here?!"

He angrily walked to the main seat at the conference table, sat down, raised his finger, pointed at his head and said, "Do you know what you are doing? You are acting on your own and disobeying orders. Did I approve you to do this? Did I allow you to send troops across the border to Persia?!"

"No."

Nicky knew that this time it was all over.

As the deputy commander of US forces in Afghanistan, it is impossible for Miles to allow such an action plan.

"I think I should send you to a military court!" Miles, still furious, shouted to Tom, "Tom, get me through to Lieutenant Jones of the Quick Reaction Squad immediately!

"YES SIR!"

Tom quickly connected with Lieutenant Jones and then handed the radio to Miles.

"Jones, I'm Brigadier General Miles. Halt all actions immediately. From now on, all ISA actions must be approved by me!"

"YES SIR!"

Lieutenant Jones on the other side was obviously confused, but he immediately gave a clear answer.

Miles put down the radio, turned to Nikki and said, "Stop the action from now on. I don't want this to happen again, or I'll have you court-martialed!"

"Yes, General!"

After Nicky answered, he couldn't help but ask, "What about our infiltration team?"

Miles had already stood up and was about to walk out, but when he heard Nicky's words, he stopped. After standing there for a moment, he spread his hands and said, "May God bless them!"

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared out the door like the wind.

"FUCK!"

After Miles left, Nikki finally exploded and kicked a folding chair away.

As luck would have it, the chair fell and hit Tom's desk squarely, scaring him so much that he jumped up and took a few steps back.

……

"I can't run anymore... I can't run anymore..."

Rabbani was breathing heavily and his face was almost pale.

His chest heaved violently, and he could even hear the hissing sound of his lungs when he breathed, like a bellows being pulled.

At an altitude of over 4,000 meters, I had just run ten kilometers without stopping.

Now he had a feeling that it would be better to pull out his pistol and shoot himself in the temple to relieve the pain immediately.

Song Heping stopped, looked at Mister who was also panting, and asked, "Mister, how do you feel?!"

"I'm fine." Mist was sweating profusely, with beads of sweat on his beard. He pointed at Rabbani and said, "This kid is no good!"

Song Heping took off the torn bag he had taken from the revolutionary brigade soldier, dug out a rope from it, then went over to take off Rabbani's AK47, adjusted the strap, and then put it back on Rabbani.

The straps are adjusted just right, neither too loose nor too tight.

Then he tied the rope to his gun belt, tied a knot and said, "I'll drag you along."

"No no no..."

When Rabbani heard that Song Heping wanted to drag him away, he almost collapsed.

"I... I think I'm having a heart attack..."

Having said that, he sat down on the ground.

"Don't fucking sit!"

Song Heping kicked him on the butt.

"stand up!"

Rabbani suddenly burst into tears.

The kind that makes me cry.

Crying.

"...Song, you are not human...We...We have run so far...If you run any further, I will die..."

He was crying and gasping for breath, and finally vomited.

Song Heping looked at him coldly and said, "Let's run until we die. If you stay any longer, we will really die here."

Mist asked, "Song, we've run 20 kilometers, right? Forget about him, I can't stand it anymore. How long are you going to run? What's the point of running around here? Where is this place?"

As he spoke, he looked around, and finally spread out his hands, looking at Song Heping with a confused expression, as if looking for an answer.

Seeing the two of them like this, Song Heping was helpless.

We need to give them a break.

Even just for a minute or two.

Take this opportunity to explain to them why they are running around like crazy on the plateau. If I don't explain it clearly, they will lose motivation.

"Do you think I'm running around?!"

He looked at the ground, picked up a small dry branch, and began to draw on the ground in the moonlight.

Mist was curious about what he was drawing and stared at it intently.

After a while, Song Heping drew a simple map on the ground.

"See? This is a map of the surrounding area."

He picked up a few pieces of gravel and placed them in different locations.

"This is us, and these stones represent pursuers..."

"and many more."

Mist said, "How do you know the location of the pursuers?"

Song Heping said: "I guessed it!"

Mist said, "Oh! God! You think this is a game of Guess?! By guessing?!"

Song Heping glared at him and said, "We've been running for several hours. Have you encountered any enemies?"

Mist was stunned.

He thought about it.

"twice……"

"How did I lead you guys to escape after the two encounters?"

"..."

Mist couldn't answer.

Before, Song Heping ran with two people. Whenever he saw the enemy, he would fire a few shots to kill one, then turn around and run again.

I didn't even have the time to ask him why he did that.

Now he asked himself the question.

"I think you're running around..."

Song Heping said disdainfully, "Is this how your Navy SEALs teach you to identify and navigate in the wild? Have you never tried escape training?"

Mist said: "Of course! Our training is the most scientific!"

"The most scientific..."

Song Heping handed him the dead branch with disdain.

"Come here, tell me what I'm doing. Mark and visualize the enemy's movement direction and encirclement strategy on the map, and then tell me what I plan to do?!"

“…” Mist was speechless again.

He really couldn't remember.

Because the route Song Heping had run before was very complicated.

Sometimes it goes south, sometimes it goes north, sometimes it goes west...

How can I possibly review it now?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Song Heping started to deduce with dead branches on the ground.

"This is where we first encountered the enemy. After the exchange of fire, we ran here, and they chased us this way... This is where we encountered the enemy for the second time. Then I turned back to the north. At this time, the enemies we encountered the first time will move here, and the second group of enemies will surround us here..."

"The enemies who have been chasing us are now here. They are estimated to be only five kilometers away from us. We need to run this way. If I'm not mistaken, we will encounter the third group of enemies here..."

The more Mist listened, the more surprised he became.

"How do you remember it?"

"Use your brain to remember!" Song Heping said, "Don't you have a brain?"

Mist: “…”

Song Heping continued, "Have you rested enough? Now we must set off immediately and run towards here. If we still don't encounter the enemy when we get here, we will turn back and run south along this route to Ahwaz..."

"Are you sure their movement route will be like this?" asked Mist.

"It's basically correct." Song Heping said.

Mist looked at the chaotic lines and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "They seem to be closing in."

"That's right." Song Heping said, "There must be trackers among the Revolutionary Brigade. They are familiar with this plateau. I guess we are trying to confuse them by heading north, south, and west. But there is a price to pay for confusing them. We have to run fast. We can't fight them to death, otherwise we will only end up dead. The only way we can beat them is speed, our two legs."

He threw away the dead branch, stood up, and looked into the distance. "If I'm not mistaken, they're also confused right now. We have to slip through the gap in their encirclement before they figure out where we're going. So, if we don't run now, we'll die..."

He looked at Rabbani and said, "You still want to see your uncle and his family. You'd better cheer up. Even if you have to run until you die, you must run. Otherwise, I will drag you along."

Mention of his uncle seemed to energize Rabbani.

He stood up and rubbed his thigh.

My thighs were as hard as wood and felt like they were going to cramp.

"Okay, I'll try my best... If it really doesn't work, just abandon me."

"No problem." Song Heping said bluntly: "If that time comes, I will definitely leave you here to fend for yourself. If you can't even save yourself, don't expect others to save you."

After saying that, the three of them picked up their weapons and started running wildly again under the leadership of Song Heping.

　Asking for a monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)