Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 7 It’s all over

Song Heping lay on the ground, his mind in a state of confusion. Because of the sequelae of the explosion just now, his thinking was in a down state, and he had not yet figured out what happened.

It wasn't until he saw a Black Hawk helicopter flying overhead that he realized it.

It's the quick reaction team from the Green Zone.

Rescue has finally arrived...

I can't die.

The first one to come and pull him up from the pile of broken bricks was Thomas.

Song Heping's performance surprised Thomas. As a former SEAL and a current GRS leader, he was surprised that the young man in front of him could survive the explosion.

"Sang, I thought you wouldn't survive!"

Song Heping pushed the body away, grabbed Thomas's hand and struggled to get up from the ground. He took a breath and said, "I'm not that short-lived."

Then he couldn't help but corrected: "I said my name is SONG, SONG! Not SANG!"

Thomas was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why the man in front of him was so paranoid about a pronunciation, so he laughed, and then solemnly shouted: "Mourning!"

Song Heping cursed in Chinese: "Idiot!"

Thomas asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Heping said: "That's how we greet each other in Chinese, just like "How are you"."

Thomas suddenly realized and murmured, "Idiot... How are you, idiot, how are you..."

Song Heping almost couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter. As soon as the smile crept onto his face, he suddenly remembered something extremely important, turned around and ran towards the highway.

The road at this time was in a mess.

There are burning vehicles everywhere, and bullet casings can be stepped on everywhere. After fierce exchanges of fire, the militants fled to death. The US Army's quick reaction team has blocked the entire road section, and the Army ground troops have also arrived. They were all armed and alert soldiers.

As soon as Song Heping ran to the roadside, he was attacked by more than a dozen guns. A big black sergeant as strong as a gorilla stared at him with eyes like bells and shouted at him: "Put down the gun! Get down! Get down." !”

Song Heping suddenly realized that he was covered in dust and blood, especially the militant who had been directly hit on him by a sniper from the helicopter. The blood was splattered all over him, and there was another gun hanging on his body. With an AKM assault rifle, no military uniform, no military rank, and no service identification, no wonder he would be treated as an enemy.

"I'm not an attacker, I'm just passing by..."

Song Heping could only lie down as instructed by Big Hei.

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

Several American soldiers rushed over like wolves and tigers, removed his weapons, cut his arms behind his back, and began to tie his hands with restraints.

Song Heping didn't even have a chance to explain.

Because the big black sergeant kneeled down on his neck, this was a typical military and police control skill, also known as kneeling and suffocating. It is said to have originated from the military and police fighting skills of the Khazarian Kingdom in the Middle East. It is to restrict breathing, so that the controlled person cannot exert strength if he cannot breathe, and cannot turn over to resist, which is convenient for subduing objects that are taller and stronger than himself.

But the disadvantage is that poor control or kneeling for too long can cause respiratory failure and death.

"I'm not...a militant...I'm just a fool..."

Song Heping desperately tried to make a sound, but unfortunately the sound became a little blurry due to the suppression of the trachea, and breathing became difficult.

In sight, the truck driven by Fatty Tan was burning...

The big black sergeant weighed at least two hundred pounds, and he was pressing hard on Song Heping's neck. He was lucky if it didn't break.

"stop!"

At the critical moment, savior Thomas appears.

"He is one of our own!"

After saying that, Thomas came up and took out his ID from his pocket and showed it in front of the big black man.

"GRS?"

The big black man's expression changed, and after less than a second of hesitation, he ordered the person to let go of Song Heping.

Song Heping got up. Half of his face was covered with sand. He glared at the big black man fiercely, and then ran madly towards his truck.

Fatty Tan is finished.

His car hit a mound on the side of the road and burned into a ball of fire. He looked around and saw no body of Fatty Tan. Then he looked at the driver's position and vaguely saw a humanoid object. Is it carbonized?

Song Heping was so confused that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

After the attack, Song Heping immediately used a walkie-talkie to contact Fatty Tan in the car behind him. At that time, Fatty Tan did not respond. Song Heping guessed that he was in danger, but he was still unwilling to accept this reality.

Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I still can't help but feel uncomfortable.

He returned to his car, got into the cab and pulled Aguan's body out of the car.

Aguan's eyes were open, staring straight at the sky. There was no trace of life in his pupils, and he was already cold.

Song Heping reached out his hand, closed his eyelids, and whispered, "Guan, have a safe journey..." "Your friend?"

I don't know when Thomas has arrived at Song Heping's side.

At this time, Song Heping was unwilling to talk to anyone.

There were too many emotions in his chest, like a blocked sewer with no way to vent them.

He ignored Thomas.

Instead, he turned to look at the goods and saw three generator sets scattered on the roadside.

Song Heping got up and went to check, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

Two of them were so riddled with bullet marks that they could not even be counted. The violent impact caused the generator to deform, and one was directly hit by an RPG, causing a gaping hole that was not even worth repairing.

Six generators, 24 RMB worth of goods, all finished.

Of the 24, 12 is my own, 3 was saved by working after retiring, 5 was borrowed from relatives, friends and comrades, and 4 was obtained by mortgaging the house left by my parents for a bank loan.

At that time, I thought it was a last-ditch battle.

Now it's time to dive.

This explosion, let alone returning to the pre-liberation period overnight, directly brought oneself into the era of negative equity.

Tuition and living expenses for younger siblings.

There are still loans and borrowings that need to be repaid in less than half a year.

Thinking of this, Song Heping felt more uncomfortable than being shot.

He wanted to cry, but men were not qualified to cry.

Thomas looked at the lost Song Heping and roughly guessed the young man's pain, so he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, took out a pen and wrote a number and name on it, and then handed it to Song Heping. .

"I want to thank you for your help today. I've been in the Green Zone recently. If you need any help, just call me."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Song Heping glanced at the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket irritably.

Because there are more important things to do next, such as disposing of the truck and the body.

You cannot rely on the American army for these, you have to rely on yourself.

Song Heping called Lao Yao and asked him to find a car to hoist back the broken generator sets to see if they could be salvaged.

After handling everything, Song Heping could only stand next to the truck and watched helplessly as the truck driven by Fatty Tan burned to ashes in front of him.

This is also your own money.

Two Mercedes-Benz L-type trucks, although they are old, cost 10,000 US dollars.

Now the fire is gone.

The money earned in the past few months, as well as the money invested before, were completely burned by a sudden attack and a fire.

What is impermanence in life?

This is.

The fire burned for a full two hours before it was extinguished. An ambulance from the local hospital in Bakda arrived and a fire truck also arrived.

When the fire truck came, the fire was out, and Fatty Tan didn't even save his carbonized body, which was broken into pieces.

The fire truck left.

The doctor inspected Aguan's body, shook his head and drove away, saying that he would send a car to collect the body.

They left too.

"Oh shit……"

Song Heping couldn't help but curse again, his throat filled with bitterness.

In this war-torn area, everything is so magical.

A flock of crows flew overhead and landed on a bare date palm tree not far away, squawking.

Song Heping took a deep breath of air to suppress the rolling emotions in his chest. The smell of death filled his nostrils...

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