Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 330: Go ahead and do whatever you want!
After leaving the US military headquarters in Iraq, Song Heping immediately drove to the Yellowstone Shooting Range.

The Yellowstone Shooting Range is located outside the Green Zone and is named after the many yellow stones in that area. It is located near the airport and is a training ground for the 82nd Division.

There are not many formal shooting ranges in the Bakda area because it is a battlefield. There is no need to set up a shooting range on a battlefield. Most of the time, you can just find an empty place and use it as a shooting range.

However, doing so is not very safe and is prone to surprise attacks. There was an incident where American soldiers were practicing shooting in the wild and suddenly a mortar shell landed and exploded on the scene.

However, after Bakda was occupied, the US military command in Iraq still asked the 82nd Airborne Division to find a piece of land near the airport to build a shooting range. After all, it is still very useful for gun calibration or tactical exercises.

Later, the number of coalition forces stationed in Bakda gradually increased, and the shooting range gradually became insufficient.

PMC companies mostly borrow the coalition's shooting ranges, and in Bakda, most mercenaries go to the 82nd Airborne Division's shooting range to calibrate and practice shooting. After all, newcomers still need training and running-in.

The local mercenary companies in the two northern oil fields contracted by "Musician" Defense for security are basically trained on-site, but the hundreds of newly recruited Irigo mercenaries responsible for transportation and escort missions have military experience, but because they come from different units, they need a certain amount of integration time in training and running-in.

After returning from Africa, Song Heping asked Jiang Feng to take the Irigo mercenaries who were on leave at home to the shooting range to practice shooting and train their tactical coordination.

When Jiang Feng was in the army, he spent some time in the teaching brigade, which was a base for training backbones, so training was one of his specialties.

When Song Heping arrived at the shooting range, he saw from afar two rows of Irigo mercenaries kneeling at the edge of the shooting range with their hands on their heads, while Jiang Feng was held down by three tall and strong British soldiers, unable to move. Blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth, and a blood bag was bulging at the corner of his right eye. It seemed that he had suffered a great loss.

More than a dozen soldiers from the 82nd Airborne Division of the US Army stood not far away, wringing their hands and watching the fun with a smile on their faces.

Seeing his people being treated in such a humiliating way, Song Heping was furious.

"What's going on? Who's in charge here?"

Song Heping walked straight towards the group of soldiers from the 82nd Airborne Division.

This is their territory. Whether you ask or look for someone, you should first find their leader.

When several American soldiers saw Song Heping, they didn't take him seriously at all.

After all, in their eyes, Chinese people are not worthy of their attention.

"who are you?"

Two soldiers stepped forward to stop Song Heping.

"This is a shooting range. Who let you in?"

Song Heping took out his pass.

His pass is a level one one, which means he can travel anywhere in the Green Zone. Peter helped him get it for work purposes.

In the past, Song Heping felt that this level of certificate did not have much impact.

After all, I don't go to places with high security levels.

But now, this thing is useful.

Most of the people in PMC companies have level two or even level three certificates.

Because the composition of these mercenaries is complex, even if the company is located in the Green Zone, it is only on the edge.

If you want to go to a core area such as the Palace of the Republic, you must have an invitation, an appointment, and temporary procedures.

It is rare to find PMC members like Song Heping who hold a first-level security pass. Even in companies like Blackwater and AAFES, not everyone has one. Most of them are senior executives. Others also get different temporary certificates according to their different roles.

Not all American soldiers are idiots.

Although they didn't recognize the person in front of them, the permanent level one security pass was telling.

At least this person has a special relationship with the US military headquarters in Iraq.

One of the sergeants immediately became more polite: "Sir, what do you want to talk to our commander about?"

Song Heping said: "I am their boss."

As he spoke, Song Heping's gaze turned to the Irigo mercenaries and finally landed on Jiang Feng.

Seeing Jiang Feng struggling to get up with a face like Guan Gong, but being suppressed by several British soldiers, he did not call Song Heping for help or anything because he felt that he had brought shame to the Chinese.

Song Heping pointed at Jiang Feng and said to the men from the 82nd Airborne Division, "Release him immediately!"

The soldiers of the 82nd Airborne Division looked at each other in confusion.

They were allies of the British, and these men were British soldiers, part of the regular coalition forces.

And Song Heping is just the boss of a PMC company.

Another Chinese.

From a natural emotional perspective, they all tend to favor the British.

Seeing that they didn't move, Song Heping stepped forward and kicked the British soldier who was pressing his knee against Jiang Feng's back.

This guy was kicked away by Song Heping and rolled on the ground.

Before the other two British soldiers who were holding Jiang Feng down could react, the British soldier who got up from the ground quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at Song Heping.

"NO!"

Several soldiers from the 82nd Airborne Division screamed.

At this moment, Song Heping did not retreat but advanced. He took a step forward like a ghost and arrived in front of the British soldier who had drawn his gun at lightning speed. He crossed his hands to grab the gun, and in just a few tenths of a second, the opponent's pistol was in Song Heping's hands.

Afterwards, Song Heping dismantled the pistol as quickly as possible before the other party could figure out what was happening.

That’s not all. After Song Heping disassembled the gun, he threw the magazine and bolt directly into the sand in the distance.

A soldier’s gun is very important. It is said that it is his second life.

The gun was disassembled and the parts were thrown far away, which is equivalent to dismantling half of your life.

"OH! FUCK!" The British soldier came to his senses and rushed forward with a roar.

Song Heping didn't tolerate him. He couldn't just pull out a gun and kill him here, but if he beat him up, the American soldiers present would just watch.

As long as no guns are used, these guys prefer to watch people fight.

"Oh—"

Before anyone could see clearly, the British soldier who rushed up rolled on the ground, covering his crotch with his hands, with veins bulging on his face.

Seeing this, the two British soldiers who were holding Song Heping no longer cared about Jiang Feng. They let go at the same time and wanted to stand up and pounce on Song Heping.

But Song Heping had already expected that these two people would intervene. Before they could stand up, he swept his foot across the neck of one of them.

The guy fainted instantly and fell to the ground, motionless.

The other stood up, but lost his courage.

He didn't dare to make a move at all. Seeing Song Heping's expression, he attacked with lightning speed and knocked down two people on his side.

After weighing it up, I realized that I really had no hope of winning.

Seeing him jumping around with his fists clenched in a boxing stance but not daring to come forward, Song Heping sneered and turned to Jiang Feng, "Damn it, you can't handle these guys? If this happened in the old army, you would have your company commander punish you to death, right?"

Jiang Feng cursed, "The damn British have no moral principles and attacked me from behind! Damn it, I was still trying to reason with the Americans, and they came up from behind and pinned me down!"

"What's going on?!" Song Heping asked.

Jiang Feng said, "We rented a place today, and those British guys came over and said their company needed it today and told us to get out! I said we paid, and the time hadn't come yet, so they called the Americans to chase us away! I went up to argue with them, and they started fighting!"

Song Heping turned to the airborne soldiers of the 82nd Division, then looked at Jiang Feng and warned him, "Don't argue when you can fight. Fight first and talk later. As long as you don't use your gun here, you'll be fine!"

The 82nd Airborne Division's shooting range is divided into several parts. Other coalition units can use it for free, but PMC companies have to pay a certain fee.

This matter is not complicated.

To put it bluntly, it's bullying.

Firstly, most of his men are from Yiligo, and the team leader is Jiang Feng. These white people probably think they are easy to bully, so they are unreasonable.

After scolding Jiang Feng, Song Heping turned and walked towards the British soldier.

As a result, the other party saw that he couldn't handle it, so he immediately turned around and retreated, saying as he retreated: "If you dare, don't run!"

"Okay! I'll wait for you at the school gate after school!" Song Heping said with a mocking smile, "Hurry up and call your superior. I'll wait for him!"

After the British soldiers left, Song Heping turned to the American soldiers.

"Sergeant, our people didn't pay, rent the venue, or make a reservation?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Heping hit the nail on the head.

This is the crux of the matter.

I paid, made an appointment, and I'm here practicing, why are you kicking me out?!

"This one……"

The sergeant was a little embarrassed.

He saw Song Heping's skills.

I feel like this person is not easy to mess with.

If it were an ordinary person, the gun would have been pointed at Song Heping's head.

However, he had also heard of this defense company, which has been in the limelight recently and won the transportation contract for the coalition forces in Iraq. Generally, companies that can get such contracts have complicated backgrounds. To put it bluntly, there must be someone behind them, and they are not ordinary people.

If you don't know what's good for you and make things worse, you'll probably be in big trouble.

"We didn't understand what happened just now. Before your men could explain clearly, the British pinned them down and pointed guns at them, forcing them to kneel. We thought it was someone from your company who occupied their site."

The sergeant is a slippery one.

This time the blame was put directly on the British.

Song Heping knew when to stop. Since these American paratroopers didn't take action, there was no need for him to get into trouble with them.

He came up to the Irigo mercenaries and cursed them in Arabic: "You are men, and you kneel just because they tell you to?! Stand up!"

All the Irigo mercenaries stood up.

Song Heping still felt angry when he thought about it. A man's knees are made of gold. He couldn't help but ask again: "There are only three of them, and you just kneel down when you are told to?!"

"They have guns in their hands..."

One of the platoon leaders said.

Song Heping said, "They only have pistols. What you have in your hands aren't AKMs, are they firewood sticks?! If you're so spineless again, write a letter of resignation and come to me! My company doesn't accept spineless people! Don't you know how to go up and pin them down together?"

As he was cursing, he suddenly heard an arrogant voice coming from not far away: "Who dares to take over our shooting range?! And dare to hurt my people?! Don't want to live anymore?!"

Upon hearing this, Song Heping turned around and saw a British captain walking towards them with a dozen British officers and soldiers.

"Look, here comes Big Head."

Song Heping whispered to Jiang Feng, "Let everyone hold their guns and see what they want to do."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)