Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 752 Deadly Speed!

It feels pretty bad to march in the African jungle.

Moreover, with so many elderly, weak, women, children and wounded people, Song Heping simply couldn't cross this damn swamp forest at the fastest speed as he had done before, either by himself or by leading an elite squad.

South Sudan’s climate is also a fatal factor.

Unlike Egypt, which is full of deserts, the climate here is relatively humid, and there are large forests and swamps in the east. The national park reserve is also along the eastern border, making it very suitable for concealing one's whereabouts.

This is also the reason why Song Heping chose this route from the beginning.

However, after entering the swamp forest, Song Heping realized that he had overestimated his abilities and also overestimated the villagers of Koma Village.

"Old squad leader, this marching speed is not acceptable!"

When the team stopped for a third rest, Jiang Feng found Song Heping, pointed to his watch and said, "We've been walking for over three hours, and we've only advanced 8 kilometers. At this rate, we won't reach the border until tomorrow evening!"

Song Heping also glanced at his watch.

Jiang Feng was not exaggerating.

He underestimated the difficulty of crossing this swamp jungle.

At first he calculated the time by halving his speed.

It is seventy kilometers from Koma Village to the Su-Egyptian border through the Machal swamp jungle. According to the original estimate, the team should arrive near the border line at dawn, and then Song Heping can contact Ferrari and ask him and the hunters to cross the border to pick him up.

As long as they cross the border, the Ethiopian military border guards will provide protection, send the villagers to temporary refugee camps, and settle Song Heping and others.

But now, at this speed, with stops and starts, after walking one or two kilometers, some villagers would clamor for a rest, saying they could not walk anymore.

Song Heping couldn't do anything about these guys.

After all, many of them are elderly people, children and wounded people. You can't point a gun at them and force them to leave.

So we walked for three hours and took two breaks.

Rest for half an hour each time.

As a result, we actually only spent two hours on the journey, and the rest of the time was spent resting.

I don't know if it's just African nature.

Even in this desperate situation, they sat down happily, as if the massacre had long been forgotten. They gathered together to eat, drink, talk and laugh, and some even ran to the nearby jungle to pick wild fruits...

This really is considered an outing.

"Doctor, do you have time? I want to talk to you about something."

Song Heping found Maria and wanted to talk to the employer.

"I have time, what's up?"

Maria followed Song Heping to the side.

Looking at the villagers sitting on the ground eating in groups of three or five, Song Heping said worriedly, "I just calculated our movement speed. It's too slow. It took us three hours to cover only about eight kilometers. At this rate, we won't reach the border by daylight. That means we have to travel during the day. Without the cover of darkness, such a large movement will be easily discovered by the rebels. I guess they have guessed we are heading to Ethiopia and will definitely track us down to this area to intercept us. Have you ever thought about what to do if a fight really breaks out with so many people?"

"Didn't you organize over thirty young men and give them guns?"

Maria's naivety made Song Heping feel stupid.

I don't know how this girl has been getting by in Africa these past few years. She has no sense of crisis at all.

"Do you think those thirty or so villagers who are not even as good as recruits can withstand the siege of more than a thousand armed rebels?" Song Heping was speechless.

He couldn't explain how such a disparity in military might lead to such disastrous consequences. After much deliberation, he could only offer an analogy: "Don't think that giving them those guns will be effective. That's just psychological comfort, to make them feel at ease. War and firefights aren't as simple as you think, understand? If the rebels are a rock, then we're just a pitiful egg. It's like an egg hitting a rock. What will be the consequences?"

Maria still didn't seem to understand. "You called me aside just to tell me this? I know thirty or so villagers can't hold their own against the rebels, but if those villagers could be useful with guns, why would I hire you?"

"..."

Song Heping was speechless again.

That's right.

If it's useful, why hire yourself?

"I mean, can you tell them to hurry up? Stop dawdling? Stop asking to stop and rest for half an hour after walking two or three kilometers? Tell them we're escaping, not having a picnic. Look at them!"

After saying that, he pointed his finger at the villagers who were "picnicking" in the moonlight.

"All right……"

Maria seemed reluctant, but still accepted Song Heping's proposal.

"I'll go and persuade them."

……

Just as Song Heping was still discussing with Maria about the villagers' marching speed, at a simple temporary airport on the outskirts of Damazin in North Sudan, an An-12 transport plane slowly landed on the runway, raising a huge cloud of yellow dust.

In the moonlight, the dust kicked up by the old An-12 was dragged behind it like a giant python. The slightly faded fuselage glowed coldly in the moonlight, looking quite mysterious.

The plane stopped, the cabin opened, and teams of mercenaries walked down from the plane.

Le Mans, a lieutenant colonel from the French contingent of the UN peacekeeping force, who had been waiting by the runway, walked to the plane and looked inside.

The fully armed mercenaries were still getting off the plane one after another. Lieutenant Colonel Le Mans took a look and saw that there were as many as seventy or eighty of them.

"Old friend! My old French friend!"

A deep bass voice came from the cabin, and Nicolas appeared in Le Mans' sight, with his strong arms open.

"Damn it! Nicholas! You shouldn't have done this!"

Le Mans did not have the same excitement that Nicolas had because he was threatened.

This landing and flight arrangement were both privately arranged by Le Mans using the power in his hands.

If people knew that he was involved with an Eastern European underworld king, it would be a fatal blow to his future.

"I shouldn't have collaborated with you on smuggling!"

Le Mans' teeth were chattering with hatred.

"You shouldn't threaten me with these things!"

His indignant look did not displease Nicholas, but instead he burst into laughter.

"Lieutenant Colonel, you should know how lucky you are to have a friend like me. Do you know Colonel Andre? Last time, his beautiful daughter went to a nightclub in Slovakia and got kidnapped by gangsters. I was the one who rescued him. If you have any trouble in Eastern Europe, no, if you have any trouble with the underworld in Europe, you can come to me. Now I owe you a favor."

(End of this chapter)