Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 453 The Helpless Commander
Song Heping never expected that he would be ridiculed by this guy Fair.

"Song, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but what the hell is this stuff your people sent me? Can it be used as news evidence? If I send it out, I'm afraid I'll be implicated myself!"

Fair's tone sounded very contemptuous, as if an expert was lecturing a junior high school student.

"What did the informant here send you?"

Song Heping patiently asked Feier, "If there's anything missing, I'll ask him to make it up for you."

"We're missing everything." Feier was not polite at all. His temper was indeed not very good. Song Heping had a deep understanding of this after interacting with him.

Of course, it is rare to find people who are both capable and good-tempered.

Fair said bluntly, "What they gave me is garbage! It's all text information, it's worthless!"

Song Heping asked: "Is there no picture intelligence?"

Fair said, "Yes, but they're all rubbish. What's the point of taking pictures of the Colombian government forces in action?! I've emphasized before that only photos of all three parties in the same frame can count! Otherwise, what's the point of asking me to take these text reports and some pictures of the Colombian government forces' movements?"

He was obviously very excited and his tone was very intense.

This actually made Song Heping feel a little relieved.

The reason is that Fair's anger shows that he cares about this big news and really wants to do a good job.

If you don't care, there's no need to get emotional.

"Having pictures of military movements can also explain the problem." Song Heping said, "Perhaps you can give the pictures to the media first and show them to the public. Our informants here will seize the opportunity to capture the right shots for you. As you know, it is not easy to take a photo of three parties in the same frame."

"I don't care! Do you think I've never seen a war?! Song, I've also been a war correspondent. On the battlefields of Eastern China and Africa, I ran ahead of the soldiers!"

Fell scoffed.

"If you're afraid of death, don't be an informant, just like if you're afraid of death, don't be a war correspondent! This is respect for the profession, it's professional ethics!"

Meeting such a serious guy, Song Heping was both happy and troubled.

The good thing is that when you leave things to this kind of person, there are only two words to describe it - rest assured!
The headache is that it is very tiring to work with such people. As long as there is a small flaw, they can make you angry.

Fair didn't seem ready to stop complaining. He continued, "Song, you have to understand the pressure and process involved in reporting this kind of big news in our country. For example, as a well-known war correspondent and investigative reporter like me, do you know what an investigative reporter is? You have to speak based on facts and have solid evidence. Otherwise, if this news gets out, TV stations will immediately invite me to appear on their shows. Then, whether it's the military or the Communist Party, they'll send their thugs to confront me and question my evidence."

"For example, text intelligence is worthless because you can sit behind a desk and churn out dozens of news stories a day, but it's useless! It's worthless! Photo and video evidence are the most convincing, but even photo evidence is good and bad, and the one your people gave me was garbage! These pictures were posted, and others explained that this was just a routine clearing operation by our government forces. Do you expect me to question that? Interfering in other people's internal affairs!? I don't want to embarrass myself on the show!"

After complaining for nearly ten minutes, Feier emphasized the importance of procedures and photo evidence many times on the phone, and finally hung up after Song Heping's repeated assurances.

After the call, Song Heping almost made Feier autistic.

This is crazy...

What to do?
"Molins."

He beckoned to Molins.

"What? The information my informant gave me is not good?"

"Yes," Song Heping said, "The reporter from the United States said that your people only sent him some text information. Although there were some secretly taken photos, there were no photos of the three of them together."

"No, my informant told me he took photos of a US military advisor and the Colombian Army's deputy commander in action together," Molins shouted indignantly. "Isn't this enough to prove that the Americans were involved?"

"Not enough!" Song Heping said, suppressing his anger. "Far from enough! Someone from the AUC must appear in the photo. Just having US military advisors here is not enough to create explosive news, because the US military's cooperation with the Colombian government is no longer news. Understand? They just need to explain that this is an operation to assist in accordance with the terms of the cooperation agreement between the two countries in the war on drugs. Do you think that will embarrass the people in the White House?"

"Oh my God! Do you think a photo of the three parties together is that easy to take? We have no idea whether the AUC has sent military representatives to the government military headquarters, but the battlefield situation is clearly a three-way alliance! What kind of photos are needed to prove this?! Don't the American media know that the fighting here has become so serious?!"

Molins looked a bit broken.

He is in a hurry.

Because the AUC armed forces' current offensive is very fierce.

Although a squadron of the government's special forces was completely wiped out in Camp G1, this only aroused greater anger in them.

In the foreseeable 24 hours, the government forces will probably launch an all-out attack, a three-dimensional ground and air attack on Anthony's troops in the Tame area.

Two battalions VS two regiments of the government army, plus air force, you can tell with your toes that they can't last long.

Once Tame is lost, all is lost.

In fact, Song Heping's life is no easier than his.

He had already deduced the future development of the battlefield countless times before the war began.

The only chance of winning is to force the government forces in the Tame area to retreat, otherwise Morins can only escape.

Song Heping said nothing, just looked at Morins quietly.

After a few minutes, Molins finally stopped swearing.

Because cursing won’t solve the problem.

"I'll contact my informant and ask him to get you what you want!"

"That's right." Song Heping spread his hands: "Complaining won't solve the problem."

After Morins left, Song Heping returned his gaze to the map. He took out his cell phone and called his squadron leader, Petrovich. "Petrovich, how are your preparations going?"

"Boss, we're all ready. Both planes are loaded with bombs and ready for takeoff. We're waiting for your order right next to the runway."

"Are you sure?" Song Heping asked.

Petrovich confidently replied, "No problem! As long as the ground guidance team's coordinates are correct, I guarantee that no one will be left alive near the bombing target."

There are currently two SU-24 fighter-bombers with a total of four ODAB-1500 thermobaric bombs. Song Heping plans to drop two bombs in each of the north and south defense zones. In addition to these four thermobaric bombs, each aircraft is also equipped with two 500-kilogram aerial bombs and two air combat bombs for self-protection.

Although it is not fully loaded, it is enough.

After all, this thing is too expensive, and the company's funds have been a bit tight recently, so Song Heping has to be frugal and save money.

"Not only do I want you to hit your target, but I also want you to return alive. Especially, you can't let anyone find out where these two planes came from, otherwise there will be big problems. Do you understand me?"

"clear."

Of course Petrovich understood.

Two SU-24s took off from Venezuela. This must not be known to the Colombian government, otherwise it will cause foreign problems.

"We're only a few dozen kilometers from the border. As long as we fly at low altitude, Colombian radar won't be able to detect us. Besides, the AUC doesn't have anti-aircraft missiles. At most, they have individual anti-aircraft missiles, but those are unlikely to hit us. Don't worry! After the bombing, we'll fly back to Venezuela at supersonic speed. By then, they won't even know what happened, and it will be over."

The SU-24's maximum flight speed can reach Mach 2.35, while most individual shoulder-fired air defense missiles only have a speed of around Mach 24. Therefore, it is still very difficult to shoot down a high-speed aircraft like the SU-.

It is for this reason that Petrovich has always emphasized to Song Heping that although this bombing plan seems crazy, it is not dangerous at all.

As long as the plane enters Venezuela, the Colombian government can only watch helplessly without any evidence, and at most it can only be "suspected".

"Okay, get ready, we're about to take off."

After giving instructions to the bomber crew, Song Heping came to the radio and began calling Anthony's unit.

"FOX calling G1, FOX calling G1."

"G1 received, please speak."

"Have you finished clearing the area?"

"The area has been cleared, 82 AGLANs killed."

"Has the camp been evacuated?"

"We evacuated. Just as we left, their planes arrived and launched another bombing raid on the camp, dropping several bombs into the mountains. However, they couldn't detect our position, so they all went in vain."

Anthony laughed on the radio.

"I think their commander-in-chief would be so angry that his nose would be crooked."

"Don't get complacent too soon," Song Heping said. "I'm sure they'll attack your defenses in Tame at all costs. I'll probably need two days to force them to withdraw. During these two days, you must hold on. Remember my words, don't force a fight. Use your jungle guerrilla warfare skills to keep them stuck in the Tame area. Don't let them penetrate the Tame defense zone and complete the division."

"Don't worry, Principal. I haven't forgotten what you taught me." Anthony said, "Now, it all depends on my performance!"

After putting down the radio, Song Heping paced back and forth in the command center for several times.

He found that he could do nothing now.

The only thing we can do now is wait.

Waiting for Molins's informant to send back the most important picture evidence.

The radio station in the command center was always busy.

Song Heping listened for a while, but none of the news he got was good news.

The defense zones at the north and south ends were under great pressure, and the defense lines shrank rapidly.

He came to the map and re-marked the latest positions and firing points of each unit that he had heard.

After marking, Song Heping looked at the situation on the map again and found that only a few hours had passed and the first lines of defense at the north and south ends had all failed. They had retreated a full ten kilometers and had retreated to the second line of defense to organize their defense.

The third line of defense is about 7 kilometers behind the second line of defense. If it fails again, we will have to enter the jungle and engage in guerrilla warfare.

"The retreat was too fast..."

Song Heping muttered to himself and took a deep breath.

If we continue to retreat at this rate, we won’t be able to hold out for more than a week.

But he was helpless. The anti-government armed forces here were at this level of combat, and the willpower of his soldiers was very weak. They could not be measured by the level of the PLA.

Even if the PLA soldiers are disbanded, three of them can form a combat team and fight on their own.

The militants here will choose to retreat as soon as a gap appears in their defense line.

This is not a reality that Song Heping can control.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)