Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 725: Bedouin Execution

The battle lasted for two full hours.

The same direction as Song Heping expected.

After Kundi's death, the command of this group of pirate militants was paralyzed.

Without a commander, the pirates became like scattered ants, each taking care of their own business and fighting their own battles.

The defeated soldiers are the easiest to deal with.

Nura, who was originally at a disadvantage, quickly repelled all the pirates with the cooperation of Song Heping's two-man team.

When the retreating pirates ran to the seashore and planned to escape on board a ship, they found that their boss Abdul had already driven away in the boat.

These pirates, who were surrounded on the beach with no way to retreat, had no choice but to surrender and were eventually captured.

When Song Heping and Jiang Feng rushed to the beach, Nura was leading the surviving villagers to chop the fingers of the pirate's corpse with fish knives - this is the way the Bedouins calculate their battle results.

"Leave them alive and ask who ordered them."

Song Heping knew that it was meaningless to kill all the Nula now.

Without anyone else, these pirates would not have survived.

Their only way out is to die.

"I will." Nura's voice was unusually calm, but within that calmness was an endless stream of murderous intent: "But I will kill them."

These two simple sentences fully expressed the hatred that was like wildfire in the woman's heart.

Song Heping no longer had any interest in interrogating the prisoners.

Because he knew exactly who was behind it.

The so-called interrogation is nothing more than a formality to verify the authenticity.

He left the beach and walked slowly towards the village.

Now he must find Sarah immediately to see if she has escaped.

The small fishing village has been in ruins after the crazy attack by the pirate armed personnel. No one knows how many casualties there are so far, and they still need to be counted.

As soon as I entered the village, my tactical boots sank into the semi-solidified blood mud, and every step I took left a sticky trail.

Song Heping took off his night vision goggles and suddenly found that there was half a nail stuck on the edge of the eyepiece of the goggles he had snatched from the pirates - he didn't even know who it belonged to or which corpse it had popped out of to get stuck on.

The watchtower in the village, which had been burned into a frame, had collapsed and was leaning against the coconut tree next to it. Song Heping looked up and saw a charred corpse hanging on the top of the tower.

The reservoir in the center of the village was blown open, and fresh water flowed all over the ground. The bodies of more than a dozen children were arranged in a strange circle in the mud. The youngest girl was holding a half-broken plastic doll in her arms - the Puntland pirates had opened the doll with a bayonet.

Song Heping recognized the girl.

That was the girl who rushed to greet Nura when they first entered the village and was carried all the way by her...

"They're all American weapons, and some are standard equipment from the Hoopoe military..."

Jiang Feng squatted on the ground and used a dagger to pry open the tactical vest on the pirate's body, revealing the magazine inside.

A pond dug by the villagers in the center of the village became a natural morgue.

More than thirty bodies lay on the water, gently bumping against the waves. An elderly couple had their ankles bound with melted nylon ropes, and the gun holes on their backs were arranged in a standard NATO 5.56mm bullet pattern - this was the result of the pirates using the stolen American M4A1s to mercilessly kill them in an execution-style "live target practice" method.

Song Heping's Adam's apple moved, and he felt an indescribable tightness in his chest.

He heard the sound of dogs barking not far away. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw six wild dogs with bloated bellies tearing at a charred object.

Song Heping raised his P226 pistol and shot one of the wild dogs. The beast jumped high, and after landing, it whimpered and screamed, struggled a few times, and then stopped moving.

The remaining wild dogs immediately fled in all directions.

"Song!"

There was a shout from behind.

The sound was very rough and easy to recognize.

It was Antonov's voice.

"Antonov." Song Heping turned around and saw this big Russian guy.

He was supporting Sarah, who looked frail.

"Are you OK?"

Song Heping was most concerned about Sarah's injury.

"It's okay. When the fighting started, the villagers hid me in their cellar, but they..."

Sarah's expression was gloomy and her face was full of sadness.

Song Heping nodded.

He didn't want to talk about these things too much.

Sometimes excessive sentimentality is not a good thing for a professional PMC boss.

Because there are too many deaths in this line of work.

Having pity for everyone would be a burden.

When you have too many burdens, you will be crushed.

Song Heping suddenly found that he had become very accustomed to death without knowing when.

The first time I witnessed the death of Aguan and Fatty Tan in Bakda, I didn't sleep the whole night and woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night.

But now, seeing the corpses all over the village, he subconsciously put on psychological defense.

Being cold-hearted, sometimes I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

"I'm glad she's okay, Anton. Take her out of the village to rest for a while."

Song Heping had something in mind.

Even the air in the village was filled with the strong smell of blood and the smell of burnt human bodies.

Even though Sarah was a trained agent, as a woman, she really shouldn't stay in such a place for too long.

While Song Heping was looking for Sarah in the village, on the beach, Nura had already obtained information about who the culprit was from the pirate captives.

"Even though you told the truth, I still can't let you leave alive. I can't even let you die too easily."

The woman lifted her veil again.

She wanted to let these enemies see the murderous intent and hatred on her face.

Even if I saw my own face, it wouldn't matter.

After all, these guys are going to hell soon.

"We've said everything. Please give us a chance to live..."

"Please let us go. We are only working for the boss..."

"Please, let us go."

Noura drew out a Damascus scimitar, and the loud sound of the blade hitting the abandoned oil barrel made the prisoners tremble collectively.

Twenty-seven pirate captives, their hands tied behind their backs, knelt in front of the wreckage of the fishing boat, the tide slowly submerging their knees.

"Look at the mercy Abdul left for you!"

The Bedouin matriarch kicked over her nearest captive and dug her tactical boot into the back of his neck.

The prisoner suddenly struggled violently, and Nura's scimitar accurately pierced his collarbone.

As screams echoed with the splattering of arterial blood, he turned to the villagers and raised his bloody blade: "Ask these bastards' bullets if they have ever cared about the babies in your cradles?"

The women began to sing funeral songs in Berber while the men removed the equipment from the pirates' bodies.

Five Bedouin boys used harpoons to nail the captives' combat boots to the planks of the boat. When the sea water reached their waists, schools of coprophagous fish smelled the fishy smell, swam over and began to gnaw at the wounds on their bodies.

(End of this chapter)