Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 790 Before Dawn
"Boss, dinner is ready."

A subordinate came into the tent to report.

Song Heping glanced at him and asked, "Are you new here? I remember your name is Baker, and you used to serve in the South African special forces, right?"

“That’s right, boss.” Baker was somewhat flattered.

I had only been with the "Musician" defense unit for less than a week, but the boss actually remembered my name and even knew where I had served before.

Being remembered, especially by your boss, is a form of recognition of your value.

"sit."

Song Heping pointed to the small stool in front of him.

"eat together."

Baker was somewhat at a loss.

Holding Song Heping's dinner, she didn't know whether to put it down or not.

"Where's your dinner?"

"outside."

Song Heping glanced outside the tent, then got up, took the dinner from Baker's hand, and went outside.

The twenty men who followed me into Darfur were all newly recruited mercenaries, most of whom had served in special forces and were quite capable in combat.

Jiang Feng and his core members had more important tasks, so they went elsewhere and did not enter North Darfur.

Song Heping's appearance caused a stir.

All the mercenaries stood up and greeted Song Heping.

"Everyone sit down."

Song Heping found a seat among them, took his dinner, ate a couple of bites, and looked around.

Everyone stood; no one dared to sit.

"Sit down, everyone. Didn't you hear me?"

Everyone immediately sat down upon hearing this.

Song Heping glanced at the people present and thought that these guys were all very afraid of him. After all, he was now a legendary figure, and many people came to join the company because of his reputation.

There are very few men on this planet who can directly confront the CIA, Mossad, and MI6.

Most of the people sitting around Song Heping were former retired soldiers or officers from special forces units in various African countries.

Many special forces in Africa are not well-known, but South Africa's special forces are quite good, and most of the people in them come from the "Buffalo Battalion" of the South African special forces.

The military here has a very strict hierarchy. Due to the influence of British and French colonialism, officers are officers and soldiers are soldiers. In daily life, bathrooms and canteens are used separately. Unlike now, Song Heping would not sit and eat with his mercenary subordinates.

So they were a little unaccustomed to it.

"Don't feel awkward because I'm the boss. It's no big deal to have a meal and chat together. When we're on a mission, I require absolute obedience. At that time, we're in a superior-subordinate relationship. You can relax a bit at other times. We can be brothers. As for your pay and benefits, leave them to me. If you lose even a penny, you can shoot me in the back. But if I give an order on the battlefield and anyone is afraid to die, then I'm sorry, I'll shoot you."

While eating, Song Heping slowly uttered these words that were both soft and firm.

The mercenaries around had never seen a superior like this before and didn't know how to respond, so they could only nod repeatedly and then eat in silence.

As the time drew to a close, someone couldn't help but ask, "Boss, I heard you even took out a few American special forces units, is that true?"

"Yes, really." Song Heping gave a calm and affirmative answer.

He didn't take it seriously, but the eyes of the mercenaries around him lit up.

"Those...were they really American special forces?"

Some people expressed doubts.

"Hmm." Song Heping continued eating as he answered, "I reckon American special forces will come to kill me this time too."

The people around them fell silent again.

Song Heping looked up and surveyed the crowd: "Are you scared?"

Everyone, look at me, and I'll look at you.

Song Heping saw hesitation in their eyes.

U.S. special forces have always enjoyed a very high reputation around the world.

After all, in the eyes of soldiers from many countries, U.S. special forces are just as top-tier as the United States itself.

It's impossible to say there was no fear.

"Before you joined our company, you should have known that sooner or later you would encounter and fight against American special forces, right?"

Everyone nodded in unison again.

Obviously, everyone knows that.

"Then why did you dare to join?"

Song Heping asked.

No one answered. Song Heping pointed at Baker: "Baker, you tell us."

When Baker was called out by Song Heping, he was taken aback for a moment, then blurted out, "I just wanted to see if I could kill a few American special forces soldiers."

Everyone was stunned.

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, someone burst into laughter.

Then everyone laughed.

When it was almost time, someone said, "Actually, I had the same idea. We've all heard about the many missions the Americans have carried out in Africa in recent years, and they've made it sound amazing. So I wanted to try it too. I didn't have the chance or the guts before. After seeing how many American special forces units and Mossad squads you killed, I wanted to experience that feeling."

"Yes, yes, that's what I think too."

"I think it would feel really good to take them down."

Once the conversation started, the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Everyone started expressing a desire to confront the Americans.

Song Heping chuckled inwardly; it seemed there were quite a few people in Africa who were dissatisfied with the Americans.

These newly recruited mercenaries are interesting.

Become a mercenary.

You need to have the courage to try anything.

It seems that Ferrari did a good job in vetting these people.

After finishing his meal, Song Heping walked alone up a small earthen slope and gazed into the distance.

It was very quiet around.

Darfur under the cover of night is a place so quiet it's almost eerie, with the occasional calls of unknown wild animals drifting through the air.

Actually, if we're in a hurry, we can reach our destination tonight.

However, Song Heping is now deliberately delaying.

He knew the Americans needed time to deploy their special forces.

We need to give them a chance.

Otherwise, this grand show would not be able to continue.

Groups A and B are responsible for one to cross the border and attack the enemy's command post, and the other to besiege the enemy's stronghold and intercept reinforcements.

Group C is responsible for the perimeter security of Song Heping's group. They are deployed 30 kilometers away and will immediately rush to provide support and strike from behind enemy lines as soon as they receive information.

Henry's information group was responsible for "Operation False Flag," releasing false information to confuse the CIA, Mossad, and MI6, while also serving as a reconnaissance and surveillance team for his own group.

The fish bit the hook.

It all depends on when the curtain rises and a great show begins.

"Boss, don't you think it's a bit too quiet?"

Henry appeared beside him and looked in the direction of Song Heping's gaze.

Song Heping nodded, his gaze still fixed on the western horizon.

That place is Chad.

Less than 60 kilometers further after crossing the border lies the location of the coordinates provided by Simon, which is the joint frontline command of the CIA, Mossad, and MI5, disguised as a natural science research team.

"Henry, notify all teams to raise the alert level tonight. Especially your Team C, expand your drone reconnaissance range to twenty kilometers."

"Something's up?" Henry asked alertly.

“Just a premonition,” Song Heping said softly. “This desert is too quiet, unnaturally quiet. The main American attack force won’t arrive so quickly, but they must have surveillance teams around us. You can check it out later. If you don’t find anything, it means they haven’t finished their deployment. If they find someone scouting us, it means they’ve already started their operation.”

“No problem,” Henry said confidently. “Leave it to me.”

As night fell completely, a few faint red lights were lit in the camp.

Song Heping sat at a simple table, a map of the Darfur region spread out in front of him. He drew several circles on it with a red pen, then connected them with lines to form a loose triangle.

"Here, here, and here."

He assigned tasks to the two mercenary squad leaders sitting around him.

"We will depart after midnight and continue towards our destination. We will pass through these three points. The convoy will split into two, one in front of the other, one kilometer apart. If we encounter an ambush, do not panic. Once a firefight begins, immediately execute the established tactical plan."

The two squad leaders nodded repeatedly.

Their palms were sweaty.

According to Song Heping's tactical plan, what does this mean? The decoy group will establish a defensive line on the spot, while the reserve group will counter-encircle the enemy.

"Boss, why didn't we bring more people?" a team leader couldn't help but ask. "We have over two hundred people, where are they all now?"

Song Heping raised his hand to interrupt him: "Some questions shouldn't be asked. Just follow orders."

(End of this chapter)