Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 424 ELN’s 50 “Elites”

When Song Heping saw Ramas's concerned look, he knew that his strategy had worked.

There is no doubt that Lamas is greedy for money.

So he deliberately mentioned the remuneration. After all, he, Lamas, also had a share of the school's profits, and it was impossible for him not to care.

"Two million dollars," Song Heping said. "I think the reward is okay, so I'm asking if you have any way to get their people into the country. If the risk is too great, I'll just give up."

Now it was Song Heping who acted as if he didn't care.

When he heard the $2 million reward, a greedy glint appeared in Lamas' eyes.

"Actually... there's a solution..."

He stroked his chin and said, with an expression of deep thought and determination, "The school is only thirty kilometers from the border. As long as you plan properly, I can have the border troops off patrol at designated times. You'll have at least two hours to cross the border."

Song Heping used a knife to cut the large piece of barbecue in front of him. He threw a piece of greasy meat into his mouth and chewed it. He shook his head and said, "They also brought their own weapons and equipment. I think it's too troublesome. Let's forget it."

The atmosphere became awkward.

Lamas has been whetted.

"Song, I think it's God's will that our school, which is a joint venture, has received such an order before it even opens. If this batch of people is well trained, I think the Colombian rebels and even their drug cartels will ask you to train them. It's a great advertisement..."

"No, these people's training is secret. They can't reveal that they received training here when they return, so it's basically not a living advertisement."

This time it was Song Heping's turn to refuse.

"No matter how hard we train them, only Morins and the fifty people who participated in the training will know. No one else will know."

"But... we'll be able to make a lot of money from the ELN alone in the future. Besides, they're our first arms client now. We can't afford to offend them like this, right?"

"You can't say that." Song Heping continued to refuse: "These people are all rebels. Their entry is illegal. If their identities are discovered within the country, it will be an international incident..."

"The school is only thirty kilometers from the border and twenty kilometers from the nearest town. It's all jungle. As long as you don't leave that area during training and don't flaunt yourself in big cities, who would notice?"

“I think the risk is still too high…”

"..."

At the end of his speech, Lamas suddenly found himself feeling like jumping into a pit.

He suddenly stopped talking, stared at Song Heping who was eating with relish for a long time, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"They say you Chinese are smart, but now I know it's not just a rumor. Song, are you deliberately leading me into this trap?"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Song Heping didn't waste any words. He directly picked up the red wine glass, raised it and said, "General, I wish us great prosperity. Cheers!"

Lamas didn't get angry either. He raised his glass and clinked it with him: "Let's get rich together. Cheers!"

……

Three days later, Colombia and Venezuela border.

Two patrol boats passed by on the boundary river.

The splashes of water cut through the river in the darkness, rushing from north to south.

At the bow, a lieutenant from the border force checked his watch.

The time has reached eight fifty.

He picked up the intercom and began to call: "All patrol teams, immediately dock at the small pier near San Jose. I will meet you there."

"Captain, why don't you patrol the entire line tonight?"

The vice captain of the ship behind asked.

"This is an order from our superiors. We are to conduct a two-hour coordinated patrol near the town of San Jose, and then we can hand over our shift."

"Ah... so that's it... I see."

After sailing two kilometers, the two patrol boats docked at the river pier near the town of San Jose. More than a dozen border patrol members came ashore with their equipment. Only one person was left on duty on each speedboat, and they soon disappeared into the night.

Nine o'clock. About three kilometers downstream from the San José pier, on the Colombian side of the border.

Dozens of dark shadows appeared by the river.

A small red light suddenly flashed in the direction of Venezuela on the other side of the river, and it flickered three times.

The leading ELN Captain Anthony quickly took out the infrared indicator light and pressed it three times in the direction of Venezuela across the river.

Then, the lights on the other side lit up twice.

According to the agreed signal, this means that the other side is safe and you can cross the river.

Anthony urged his men, "Hurry up! Five people per rubber boat, and cross the river as quickly as possible. The Venezuelan patrol won't be showing up tonight, and our patrol is just changing shifts. We have half an hour!"

One rubber boat after another was carried into the river by the core officers of the ELN. All of them wore large-leaf camouflage uniforms and quickly crossed this section of the river, which was only more than 30 meters long, under the cover of night.

After landing in Venezuela, a dark shadow appeared in front of Anthony.

"Captain Anthony?"

"it's me!"

"I'm the person Boss Song sent to pick you up. Follow me."

After saying that, the black shadow took the lead.

There was dead silence all around, with only the chirping of insects.

Dozens of dark figures were running along carrying rubber boats, and everyone could hear their own breathing.

They were all command backbones selected by ELN, so they were in very good physical condition. Five people were in a small rubber boat, carrying it for several hundred meters. Suddenly, the view in front of them opened up and a dirt road appeared in front of them.

There were three trucks parked beside the dirt road. The leader waved at Anthony, "Get in! Put the rubber boat up and put it in the third truck!"

Everyone got busy again and quickly deflated the rubber.

The deflated rubber boats were very easy to store and were quickly stuffed into the trucks. The rest of the people boarded the two trucks under Anthony's command.

The driver didn't turn on the lights, probably because he was wearing night vision equipment. The truck drove towards the east with a dull engine sound.

The fifty ELN armed backbones sitting in the truck had their hearts in their throats. They held their guns and loaded the bullets.

This time, he was said to be going to a private military school in Venezuela for two months of intensive military training, with the main training subjects being jungle warfare and command.

In the eyes of these backbones, the decision of Chief Morins was somewhat ridiculous.

In Venezuela?

Are their jungle combat skills better than ours?
The Colombian anti-government armed forces have existed for decades and have been fighting for decades. When it comes to combat experience, who dares to compare with his own organization?

But since it was the leader's order, everyone had to obey, so they could only start complaining in low voices at this time.

"What the hell, we're actually going to come to Venezuela to learn jungle warfare!"

"I wonder who our instructor is? Is he qualified to teach us!?"

"That's right. We've been in the jungle for years. Do we still need to be taught how to fight jungle warfare?"

"I heard the instructor is Chinese, probably from the special forces."

"Chinese? Damn it! Are China's special forces that powerful? They haven't fought a war in how many years?"

"Brothers, please don't argue for now. Let's see what happens when the time comes. When we get there, we'll see how capable those Chinese soldiers are. If a Boy Scout comes pretending to be great, we'll give him a good beating and then go back together!"

"Okay! It's settled!"

"Yes, we are familiar with the jungle. We can beat those Chinese instructors!"

The carriage was suddenly filled with all kinds of dissatisfaction.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)