Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 679: Bloodthirsty Twenty Minutes
Seeing the huge fireball rising, Jiang Feng shook his head and said, "Won't this destroy everyone?"

"What are you talking about!" Song Heping interrupted his excitement: "There's still a lot to do. While their command is chaotic, start organizing a counterattack immediately!"

He turned to Collins and Klein and said, "You two, lead the mobile team immediately and start to penetrate from the outside. Attack the rear of their encirclement and disrupt their deployment. Now that their commanding heights are gone, their snipers are gone. The situation is starting to favor us. Remember this when dealing with these guys: hit them hard. Fuck them to death. Don't let them survive!"

"Yes!"

Collins and Klein had been holding back their anger for a long time.

I suffered a big loss tonight.

We were ambushed at the very beginning, and the casualties on the special operations platoon are still unknown.

However, judging from the calls in the channel just now, at least one-third of the troops were lost.

No wonder Song Heping went berserk and wanted to kill these men in black.

After Collins and Klein disappeared into the night, Song Heping immediately contacted the firepower team on the channel.

"Disaster Star, the fire team is in your hands. The situation should be improving now. Seize the opportunity to strike back. They will definitely come to reinforce the explosion site. See if there are any survivors. Set up an intercepting fire net to block their reinforcement route. We are now in the active position and they are in the passive position!"

"The other four attack teams will withdraw from the battle immediately. Gabriel...Gabriel, are you there?"

no answer.

Soon after, shocking news came from the channel.

"Gabriel is killed..."

Killed in action...

Song Heping's heart seemed to be gripped by someone.

It's a bit indescribable.

Gabriel is a commander with very good qualities. Song Heping has always been very satisfied with his performance and is training him as the future commander of the special operations battalion.

I didn't expect that I would fail here tonight.

However, in the mercenary business, death seems to be something that can be foreseen long ago.

As the saying goes, hunting dogs must eventually die in the mountains, and soldiers are bound to go to the battlefield.

There is no such thing as romance in the mercenary business.

There is only blood and fire, and of course, money, but whether you have the life to spend it is another matter.

Therefore, many mercenaries like to live a life of drunkenness and enjoy themselves for the moment.

After all, no one knows whether you will have the chance to spend the reward you just earned after the next mission is completed.

"You can leave Baghdadi alone tonight, but don't let any of these men in black go. Remember, the situation is in our favor now. Show your true abilities and avenge your brothers tonight. Kill one and you'll get a $50,000 reward!"

Hot blood rushed to Song Heping's head.

Now he doesn't care who the other person is.

Fuck the US Special Forces!

Fuck the CIA covert operations team!
Fuck the Satanic organization!
Even those from ISA must die!

This order immediately gave all the South American mercenaries a boost of enthusiasm.

The excitement of money plus the hatred of brother being killed!
Even if they were asked to tear those men in black apart with their teeth, these guys wouldn't even blink!
Song Heping knew that he no longer needed to give orders.

Because these people are all trained according to the traditional PLA style.

The tradition of the PLA is that teams are king, and three people can take on an entire battalion.

After these South American mercenaries entered the Falcon School in Venezuela, they were thoroughly brainwashed from the very beginning and trained completely according to the PLA's system.

All tasks are carried out according to the decentralized tactical thinking of the PLA squad and platoon tactical team. The so-called decentralization means that orders from superiors must be obeyed. If the superiors lose contact or even the commander is killed, they will be replaced in turn.

This is a kind of awareness that is lacking in any foreign military, and it is also one of the PLA's winning magic weapons.

Although the four groups had suffered heavy losses before, they were instantly revived with full health thanks to Song Heping's encouragement, and immediately organized the remaining forces to reorganize the battle formation.

The team of men in black immediately felt the tremendous anger.

Their commander was already somewhat disorganized, and before he could reorganize, those South American mercenaries had already pounced on them like wolves and tigers.

They chased and attacked recklessly, and were very good at using the terrain, objects and buildings. They divided their class into several groups, each consisting of three people. They directly fragmented themselves and then attacked from different angles, launching a round of fierce attacks on the ambush circle of the men in black.

Fighting raged in every building.

The black-clad troops soon found themselves trapped in a vast ocean. A South American mercenary might suddenly appear from behind them at any time and rush towards them desperately shooting. Even if they reacted, the other party would not hesitate at all and would raise their guns and fire directly. It was not a fight of courage, but a fight of life.

"We have to get out of this damn place! Get away from these lunatics!"

In the black-clad men's tactical channel, someone finally couldn't stand this crazy style of play.

People around me died one by one.

Those South American mercenaries who rushed out of the darkness were like evil spirits crawling out of hell. They rushed up to fight the men in black as soon as they saw them.

Some people even got so angry that they started scratching with their nails, biting with their teeth, and stabbing with their knives. When they saw that the other side had more people, they simply pulled out a grenade and grabbed one of them, refusing to let go and dying together.

I've seen many crazy people, but I've never seen anyone as crazy as this.

The black-clad troops were completely shocked.

They began to feel timid.

Once fear arises, the psychological barrier is immediately broken.

Some people started shouting to retreat, and some people really started to retreat.

If one person retreats, a group of people will follow.

The Falcon Special Operations Platoon chased the man in black and beat him up.

The speed at which the situation changed and the speed at which the Men in Black troops collapsed were simply astonishing.

While the Falcon Special Operations Platoon was fighting bloody battles, Song Heping and Jiang Feng formed up on the left and right of the ruins of the building that had been blown down, and began to search the ruins.

"The sniper is here."

Jiang Feng was the first to discover the dying sniper.

Song Heping shifted his position and glanced over there: "Kill him, then collect information and see if there are any clues."

Without blinking, Jiang Feng raised his gun and fired two short bursts at the struggling sniper. Then he looked around, made sure it was safe, and bent down to search the sniper's body.

Apart from some loose change and a passport, nothing could be found.

"It's all US Special Forces equipment, all clean."

He picked up the passport, shook it, and said, "There's a passport."

Song Heping said: "99% of them are fake identities, but the passports may be real. After the search is completed, we can take pictures of their faces. Maybe we can find out who they are in the future."

Jiang Feng wanted to throw it away.

Song Heping stopped him and said, "Keep it and let Henry and the others study it. Maybe they can find something."

The passport may be real, referring to the forgery by a national-level intelligence agency.

That's no different than really.

It can't even be called fake, it's a serious one.

But there is no doubt that the identity information is fake.

Song Heping did not expect to find too many clues from members of the army like the men in black.

Continuing forward, Song Heping picked up several men in black who were still alive.

In fact, these men in black will not live long even if they are not killed.

Most of them were external injuries, but many were internal injuries. They were spitting blood from the corners of their mouths. Internal bleeding in such a place was almost unsolvable, and it was impossible to take them back for interrogation.

Soon, Song Heping's eyes lit up.

In the sight, a guy was struggling and crawling on the ground, and it seemed that his legs were broken.

He's not dead.

Perhaps he heard the footsteps, the man turned around suddenly and pulled out a pistol with his right hand like lightning.

Song Heping immediately raised his hand and fired two bullets at his hand.

Ta-ta-

"Ow—"

The man screamed.

Song Heping did not hesitate at all. He took a step forward and punched the opponent on the temple.

The force of the blow made the opponent faint immediately.

Song Heping immediately opened the man's mouth to check, and after confirming that there was no poison, he checked his fingers.

There is a ring on the finger.

Song Heping learned from Jodi's previous lesson and took it off and threw it away.

Then tie the other person up with a restraint belt.

"There's someone here who's worth questioning."

After doing all this, Song Heping looked at his watch.

The time is already forty minutes away.

Jabbar ran over and looked at the corpses on the ground. He was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

He knew that Afanti valued Song Heping very much. He had heard before that this man had extremely high fighting power, but hearing about him was not as good as meeting him in person. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that the man in front of him was simply a killing god. He had doubted him before, but he was really blind.

"The Celia police force is almost here. We should leave."

The gunfire around them began to die down. Song Heping nodded and asked in the channel, "Has anyone seen Baghdadi?"

"We sent people to search, but they ran away. They have a tunnel in their house..."

Collins was quick to respond.

Song Heping was mentally prepared for this outcome.

The attack team was previously required to be extremely fast and capture the first floor before Baghdadi came down so that they could control the tunnel entrance.

Now everything is ruined.

"Take our bodies, pack up, and retreat!"

In just ten minutes, all members of the Falcon Special Operations Platoon evacuated the town with the bodies of their own people and returned to the car in the woods.

Song Heping took inventory.

The only core member of the company who was injured was the hunter.

The others were only slightly injured, no big deal.

The Falcon Special Operations Platoon suffered heavy losses, with Gabriel killed, six others seriously injured, and seven killed.

The air in the grove was filled with the smell of blood.

Looking at the Falcon Special Operations Platoon mercenaries who were still wailing, Song Heping turned to Jabbar and asked, "Don't you have some influence here? Contact your people immediately to arrange a helicopter. These people need medical treatment, and the only place they can go is Persia. I'll call Avanti to arrange hospital beds and doctors, and you'll be responsible for arranging the transportation. Can't you do it?"

In the end it didn't sound like a question at all, but a command.

How could Jabbar dare to say no at this time?

I am responsible for the situation developing to this point.

The fact that the intelligence surveillance personnel did not discover the black-clad troops ambushing around in advance is in itself a responsibility.

At this moment, Jabbar felt that he was in great trouble.

After returning, won’t Afanti have to deal with himself?

So, how could he dare to say no.

"Okay! Okay! I'll arrange it right away."

He nodded repeatedly, not daring to say a single unnecessary word.

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)