Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 755 How did he do it!?

The Devil's Rock is just a hundred meters ahead. There are large pieces of rocks there, some more than three meters high and some more than one meter high. It is as big as an entire football field, enough to serve as a shelter for more than two hundred people.

But Song Heping did overestimate these villagers.

The untrained people panicked when they heard the gunshots, and many villagers couldn't even move when they saw the blood.

Song Heping pulled Maria and ran into the Devil's Rock. When he looked back, he found that there were less than twenty people following him, and most of them were trapped in the depression.

Some villagers fled in panic, but the commandos of the "Satan" Corps showed no mercy.

Although their target was Song Heping, here, when they saw living things, they would subconsciously use machine guns to shoot people into sieves.

"You have to save them!"

Maria's Madonna syndrome started to strike again.

"How can I save him!"

Song Heping couldn't help but shout.

He only had a Type 56 assault rifle, and its range could not even compare to that of a 12.7 caliber anti-material sniper rifle. It was even difficult for him to deal with the M249, which had extremely strong sustained firepower.

"That's your responsibility!"

Maria assumed the posture of an employer.

Seeing the villagers she had lived with day and night being beaten into bloody holes, Maria had already collapsed.

"Bullshit! Go save him if you can!"

Maria's Madonna syndrome annoyed Song Heping.

Being in this situation was enough to make him angry.

He was still thinking about how to deal with the situation, and Maria's scream made it impossible for him to calm down.

"Old squad leader, these people are not rebel forces!"

Jiang Feng's first sentence reminded Song Heping.

"That's right..."

Song Heping was suddenly startled.

The rebel forces would not have 12.7 high-precision anti-material sniper rifles, let alone M249 light machine guns. When gunshots rang out around him, Song Heping recognized the crisp sound of the familiar HK416 assault rifle firing, which was very different from the sound of AK series firearms firing.

"Is it the Mossad?"

Nura's stern face was filled with resentment.

The tragic scene after the massacre of her village came to her mind.

"impossible."

Song Heping said, "Their hands aren't that long. If they really had the guts to send people in here to hunt us down, they wouldn't have had to resort to using someone else's knife to kill us in the fishing village."

This judgment is correct.

"Probably a mercenary."

Antonov said: "Africa is full of mercenary groups. Perhaps they are hired by others to hunt us down."

"Stop talking about this."

Song Heping interrupted Antonov.

"Now we have to find a way to break out."

"Their firepower is too strong. We can't move at all. Leaving here means death."

While they were talking, more than a dozen villagers who were trapped in the depression died.

When bullets fly over your head, there will be a sharp whistling sound, and when they hit the surrounding soil, there will be a chilling sound of puffing. This sound is a demonic sound that humans are naturally afraid of. No one who hears it can remain calm unless they have been trained.

If you lie down in the depression, you may still have a chance of survival, after all, the enemy also has blind spots for shooting.

But if you get up and run away, you will be sending yourself as a target to the enemy.

Song Heping looked around, his mind constantly recalling the topography of this area when he had seen the map before.

He has a talent for map work.

Once you've seen a map, you'll never forget it.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through my mind.

"You guys fight back here and draw their attention. I'll go around and take them out!"

"Go around?! How?"

Jiang Feng was shocked.

Looking around, there were swamps and half-human-high weeds on three sides. It was almost impossible to crawl through the weeds.

The opponent was using night vision goggles with infrared heat source mode at night, which meant that only a tiny bit of heat radiation was released from the body, which could be seen clearly in the opponent's scope.

As soon as they see the slightest bit of infrared image, bullets will rain down like raindrops.

Weeds are not rocks, or even trees, and they don't have the slightest bulletproof ability.

Once discovered, it is tantamount to a death sentence.

"Over there! I'll go that way!"

Song Heping pointed to the left.

Jiang Feng looked in the direction he was pointing, and an expression of disbelief immediately crossed his face.

"Are you crazy?!"

Jiang Feng was also a special forces soldier, and he knew what Song Heping wanted to do at a glance.

To the left of Devil's Rock is a swampy area.

Water in swamps is common, and many places are filled with water like fish ponds.

But the problem is that the water you see in a swamp is not like the water you see in normal mountains or woodlands.

After all, the reason why a swamp is called a swamp is because it is soaked in water all year round. The mud and rotten plants have turned into silt. People will sink into it if they step on it, and if they are unlucky, it will even swallow people directly.

What’s even worse is that there is not much cover in the swamp area, which is even less concealable than hiding in the grass.

Once discovered, the death would be worse than hiding in the bushes.

Song Heping's choice to go around the swamp area was simply seeking death.

"Leave this to you, I'll go take them out!"

Jiang Feng knew Song Heping's temper very well. Once he made a decision, no one could change it.

"Ugh……"

He sighed, his eyes revealing helplessness and worry.

"Okay, be careful. I'll cover you here." Jiang Feng knew that arguing at this moment was meaningless, and he could only try his best to cooperate with Song Heping's actions.

Song Heping nodded, turned around, crouched down, and ran towards the swamp with the cover of the rocks.

Arriving at the swamp, he observed the surface. It was calm, shimmering with moonlight, creating a poetic and picturesque scene against the backdrop of scattered weeds.

Song Heping observed the distance.

The opponent is about 3-4 hundred meters away.

This area of ​​water is about two hundred meters long. Once you get ashore, there is a patch of weeds and some bushes.

Even if you are lucky enough to pass through the swamp area smoothly, you still have to crawl dozens of meters in the grass before you can enter the woods and fight the enemy face to face at close range.

What's more, this is the pristine area of ​​Africa.

What's in the water?

Crocodile?

Or a poisonous snake?

no one knows.

But there is no choice now.

The training Song Heping received was to make the most resolute, calm and accurate judgment in the most critical moments.

To break the deadlock of ambush, you have to give it a try!
The murderous aura once again seeped out from every pore of Song Heping's body, and the rapid secretion of dopamine activated his strongest will to kill.

Every soldier who enters the 203rd for selection and training is selected from hundreds of thousands, and the one chosen is calm and the other brave.

He rolled up his trouser legs and cuffs to allow himself more mobility and reduce resistance when entering the water.

Then he pulled off a reed stalk next to the rock pile, broke it, leaving about half a meter of it, and put it in his mouth to try it out.

Okay.

Not blocked.

Can breathe.

This is his magic weapon.

No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot dive more than 200 meters underwater.

Be sure to rely on tools.

Learning to use local materials to deal with dangerous situations is a skill that every special forces soldier must possess.

Coming to the rock, Song Heping looked at the water surface.

The water surface is still calm and still shining silver.

Song Heping swallowed, took a deep breath, and then he lay on the ground and slid into the water like a snake.

The coldness of the water made his mind instantly clear.

The water is not deep, about one meter and twenty or thirty.

Song Heping tried his best not to land on his feet, but chose to dive in the water like a fish.

Haniel, the reed pole, worked hard. Although the oxygen he provided was limited, it was enough to prevent Song Heping from suffocating to death.

This feeling reminded him of when he was learning underwater blasting and infiltration. The best thing about being underwater is two words - calm.

Although the gunshots could still be heard through the water, they seemed to come from another different world, not as harsh, but became extremely dull.

But Song Heping knew that all this was an illusion.

Every gunshot could mean death.

As he slowly moved forward in the water, Song Heping finally realized that this time it was not Maria and the villagers who brought him trouble, but he himself who brought them fatal disaster.

It seems that Mossad, the CIA, or the "Presbyterian Church" that has always wanted to kill him, really cares about him very much. Even after arriving in Africa, they still won't give in.

If I can survive this time, I must settle the score with them.

I want to build my own power in Africa, cultivate my own puppets, own my own territory, and then settle accounts with them.

As long as I stay in Africa, Mossad, CIA, or any of the "Presbyterian Church" will never be able to gain a foothold here!
Captain Charles saw a strange scene in the observation mirror.

In the depression, the blood splattered when the villagers were hit by bullets looked like blooming fireworks under the night vision function, but without the brilliant colors.

He could even see the flying limbs of people shot by large-caliber sniper rifles, which made him recall the secret missions he had carried out when he was deployed in Africa.

SBS is the UK's top special forces, and also carries out military orders and performs some shady operations around the world.

Unlike people like Danny.

Charles retired not because he didn't want to serve in the army anymore, but because during a mission he led his men to kill everyone in the target village.

Although the incident was covered up by the British Empire and the blame was placed on local militants, he underwent a psychological evaluation and operational hearing upon returning to the country.

In the end, the military concluded that Charles had some psychological abnormalities and was not suitable to continue serving in the SBS, so he was transferred to the logistics department.

For a bloodthirsty killer like Charles, sending him to the logistics department is no different from sending a man to the operating table to have his reproductive organs castrated.

So he simply chose to retire.

He believed that joining the "Satan" mercenary group was the best choice he had ever made.

He returned to Africa, where he could once do whatever he wanted, and went back to his old job. Seeing the blood splattering in front of him, his heart beat faster, blood rushed wildly in his veins, and he entered a state of excitement.

"Hehehe! Look at those poor guys, Lanny. Give him a few more shots to prevent him from crawling on the ground like a maggot. Hahahaha."

Seeing several wounded villagers struggling on the ground and trying to crawl towards Devil's Rock, Charles gave orders to the sniper.

But this time, there was no sniper shot.

"Lenny? Are you there?"

He turned his head and looked towards the sniper's position.

Amid the sound of gunfire, Charles noticed that it was quiet near the sniper position.

"Lanni! You're not supposed to be asleep at a time like this!"

An ominous premonition came to mind.

Suddenly, a muzzle flash appeared on the sniper position.

But the direction is wrong.

Because the muzzle flame seemed to be aimed at him.

At a gun position more than 30 meters away, machine gunner Anderson's head exploded like a ripe watermelon hit by a stone.

"SHIT! There are enemies on the right wing!"

Charles quickly took cover and hid behind a mound of earth.

"Damn it! Who's attacking us on the right wing?"

He couldn't imagine that Song Heping could do it.

How did he do that?
FUCK!

(End of this chapter)