Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 793 Perfect Tactical Chain (2)

After Jiang Feng's Team A launched its attack on the CIA joint command, Song Heping began to detour, leaving the original road. Based on the coordinates of the Green Flat Hats reported by White Bear's Team C, he quickly bypassed them from the side.

His appearance dealt another major blow to the Green Berets, who had already begun an organized retreat.

“Fire!”

Once in attack position, Song Heping calmly and decisively gave the order.

Twenty automatic weapons simultaneously spewed fire, forming a deadly barrage.

The green-hatted man was caught in a pincer movement and instantly found himself in dire straits.

Just one minute later, four more team members were shot and fell to the ground.

Marcus rolled onto a rock and his cheek was cut by gravel.

He quickly assessed the situation—there were at least twenty men on the flank, and at least thirty or forty more behind. His own side had already lost six men, and the remaining team members were pinned down on the exposed sand, without even a chance to raise their heads.

A sense of despair welled up in my heart.

But he quickly suppressed it.

After all, he was a Green Beret commander who had received the most professional guerrilla training.

Even when surrounded by enemies, he knew he couldn't afford to break down.

If I collapse, everyone else will surely die.

At that time, no one will have any hope of survival.

Song Heping hates the CIA and U.S. special forces the most.

This has been demonstrated in various leaked videos.

It fell into his hands...

Marcus felt a chill on his neck and dared not think about the consequences.

"Smoke grenades for cover! Everyone, break out to the west! Mark the location!"

He decisively changed his plans, and at the same time took the signal gun from his waist and fired a red signal flare into the sky.

Another team member threw out two glow sticks.

They have been attacked and have sent out an emergency distress signal.

Although the forward command post is out of reach, Langley headquarters will receive distress signals.

The military will definitely dispatch Delta Force to provide assistance as soon as possible.

Those guys had been deployed in the Sahel region and were supposed to operate together tonight, but their superiors temporarily ordered their Green Beret squad to go first.

did not expect……

The first to attack became the first to die...

Song Heping seemed to have known all of his own movements for a long time.

Marcus suddenly remembered a saying from his predecessors.

Working with the CIA makes it easy to be sold out.

Because the CIA's intelligence network is sometimes like a leaky fishing net, operational information is very likely to be leaked!
"Damn the CIA!"

He let out a furious curse.

Marking the point of attack is a last resort to request assistance from Delta Force, which may still be nearby.

As red signal flares rose into the night sky over the barren lands of North Sudan, the CIA headquarters in Langley was already in complete chaos.

"The frontline command has completely lost contact!" The technical director's voice trembled. "The last footage transmitted showed they were under artillery fire!"

Deputy Director Pence slammed his fist on the table: "Where's the Green Berets?"

"Contact was lost five minutes ago, but Captain Marcus issued an emergency code 'ambush' before the loss of contact."

The operations room was deathly silent.

Everyone understood what this meant—they had been outmaneuvered by Song Heping once again.

"Immediately contact the Delta Force stationed in Chad and order them to provide support at all costs!"

Pence ordered: "Notify the Pentagon that we need to mobilize all resources in the Sahel, including requesting British and French assistance, and also securing an emergency air corridor to North Sudan. I don't care about anything else. Order Delta Force to move out immediately, immediately!"

"Yes, sir!"

His subordinates immediately carried out his instructions.

Pence stood in front of the command center table, his fists clenched on the surface, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the large screen in front of him, which was now covered in static, his teeth grinding together.

Thirty minutes later, four MH-60 Black Hawk helicopters flew in formation at extremely low altitudes over the Sudanese border.

Major Carter, commander of Delta Force, sat on the edge of the cabin, holding an SCAR assault rifle, his face as grim as a cold piece of steel, his eyes fixed on the dark ground.

Their operation was a complete violation of international law, and if they were shot down, no official U.S. agency would ever acknowledge their existence.

But in order to save the Green Berets, who were already surrounded, they had to take this risk.

Inside the cabin, team members were already discussing the operation.

From Song Heping to the CIA, these elite US special forces soldiers mocked the CIA's intelligence and information provision with a sarcastic tone, mercilessly ridiculing the situation that led to the Green Berets being surrounded.

"Hopefully, when we go there, we can help those idiots in the CIA clean up their mess."

"I'm always uneasy about cooperating with the CIA; my eyelids twitch..."

"Lance, don't say anything unlucky. Remember to touch the mascot before you get off the plane."

"Let's do it. They're a bunch of mercenaries. If we can break through their encirclement by attacking from the outside, we can create a way out for our Green Hat brothers. The situation is bad right now. It's definitely hopeless to take down that Song. Let's focus on protecting ourselves!"

Carter listened to his teammates' complaints and taunts through his earpiece. He knew it was inevitable, but from everyone's conversation, no one had any confidence in killing Song Heping, the mission objective.

He was a little dissatisfied.

I've read Song Heping's information myself.

That guy has recently become quite a celebrity, openly uploading photos and videos of the killing of CIA and Mossad agents to the dark web. He's incredibly audacious.

I've never seen such a crazy guy before.

"Reaching the flare position in two minutes," the pilot reported in his headset. "Prepare for landing."

"Stop talking nonsense, check your equipment, prepare for air assault!"

Carter quickly seized the opportunity to interrupt everyone's pointless conversation.

The helicopter hovered 500 meters from the combat zone, and the rappelling rope was thrown out of the cabin and fell heavily to the ground. Delta Force members began to rappel down rapidly.

Just as they began their descent, Carter, who had just landed, caught a glimpse of a bright light out of the corner of his left eye.

It was a fireball.

It flashed by.

He instinctively looked toward the spot where the fireball had erupted.

A missile with a fiery tail was seen hurtling towards the helicopter where they were.

"Anti-aircraft missile!"

He screamed in terror into his headphones.

Almost simultaneously, fireballs exploded in several different locations on the ground.

Several shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles soared into the sky, heading towards the helicopter formation.

"Sit tight!"

On the helicopter, the pilot didn't care about anything else. He yelled a warning and then pulled the control stick sharply.

The shadowy helicopter suddenly raised its nose and made a sharp turn in the air.

The heat decoy device under the fuselage instantly unleashed dozens of red heat decoys, illuminating the sky. The poor Delta Force members, who were still clinging to the ropes and sliding down the slope, were thrown out and slammed to the ground like stones.

boom--

boom--

boom--

boom--

Two Black Hawk helicopters were unable to dodge and were hit, their fuselages exploding in mid-air like giant fireworks.

The wreckage, engulfed in flames, crashed heavily to the ground.

"Watch out for debris!"

Carter's eyes bulged out by half an inch.

The horrific scene before him made his eyes widen in horror.

Attacked!
trap!

A few terms flashed through my mind.

He suddenly realized that he had underestimated Song Heping.

"Retreat behind the embankment! Establish a defensive line immediately and hold the line!"

He made a judgment immediately.

The sound of Black Hawk helicopter rotors faded into the distance in the sky.

They brought along some of the team members who hadn't yet landed.

They escaped.

There was no way not to run away.

The helicopter formation involved in this operation was not protected by Apache attack helicopters.

They would be helpless against shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles, utterly powerless to retaliate.

Carter was surprised by the level of equipment Song Heping and his subordinates possessed.

Unlike any of the armed groups I've encountered and fought with in the Sahel region, their equipment is top-notch. A defense company that can even procure man-portable air defense systems is definitely not a small-scale operation.

No wonder the CIA, MI6, and Mossad broke their teeth while hunting this guy multiple times.

Now, he actually felt a little afraid.

My previous confidence has long since vanished.

Being able to stabilize the situation and save the lives of himself and his men is already the best possible outcome.

Unbeknownst to him, as they suppressed the enemy with fire at the location of the shoulder-fired missiles and slowly retreated towards the earthen slope under alternating cover, twelve dark figures emerged from the sand about three hundred meters behind the slope—one of the attack squads from Group B had been waiting there for some time.

Collins was in charge of the attack from behind. He quietly removed the camouflage netting covering his body, and his MGL-140 grenade launcher had already locked onto the rear of the Delta Force formation.

"Close it to 200 meters."

He whispered the commands in the encrypted channel.

The twelve team members remained motionless like statues, even controlling their breathing to a minimum.

Major Carter suddenly stopped and raised his fist.

Years of battlefield intuition made him uneasy; the area was too quiet, not even the chirping of insects.

"Infrared scan of the area ahead," he ordered the technicians.

But it's too late.

Collins knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He pulled the trigger, and one 40mm grenade after another whistled through the air towards the center of the Delta Force.

"boom!"

The explosion knocked four team members off their feet, and at the same time, the remaining Team B members opened fire. The first volley of precisely aimed fire took down seven Delta Force members, all of them wounded in the head or neck.

"Ambush! At the 7 o'clock position!"

Carter yelled and lunged toward the nearest cover.

His SCAR-H rifle immediately returned fire, and a 7.62mm bullet accurately struck a B team member in the shoulder.

However, Group B has an absolute advantage in terms of terrain.

They had dug individual bunkers beforehand and laid directional mines and tripwire mines.

Delta Force was caught off guard and suffered a rapid increase in casualties.

Collins calmly changed the magazine and reported to Song Heping via radio: "Team B has made contact with the target. The enemy has suffered more than half casualties, and we have one lightly wounded."

"Very good, continue the suppression, don't let them join forces with the Green Berets."

Song Heping responded, and personally led five team members to launch an attack on Marcus's remaining forces.

Marcus only had eight combat-ready members left, and their ammunition was running low.

When he saw Song Heping personally leading the attack, he knew that the situation was hopeless.

"Concentrate fire! Aim at the leader!"

He gave the order, while inserting the last magazine into the rifle.

Song Heping seemed to have anticipated his intentions, and his charge route was erratic, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, making it impossible to aim.

What's even more terrifying is that the five teammates behind him coordinated perfectly, taking turns providing cover as they advanced, and their firepower suppression was so precise it was suffocating.

A bullet struck Marcus in the right leg, and he fell to his knees, still firing. But Song Heping had already rushed within twenty meters, dodging all the bullets with a beautiful tactical roll, and when he got up, his pistol was already pointed at Marcus's forehead.

“It’s over,” Song Heping said in fluent English, his eyes cold as ice.

Marcus gave a wry smile and released the trigger.

He knew he had lost fair and square—it wasn't luck, but a complete tactical crushing defeat.

From cutting off communications to setting up ambushes and intercepting reinforcements, every step was calculated with absolute precision.

"FUCK! I lost."

"Well, you can go see God now."

bah—

The gun in Song Heping's hand spit out a tongue of fire, Marcus's head snapped to the side, and his body fell heavily to the ground, never to move again.

"come over."

Song Heping beckoned to one of his teammates.

"Take photos of them and give them to Supervisor Henry to upload. The rest of you, follow me, let's cut off Delta's retreat!"

"Yes, boss!"

The new team member was thrilled.

Because the body lying in front of them was an elite member of the Green Berets, a top-tier special forces unit and guerrilla warfare expert group in the U.S. military.

Kill them.

It means that one has proven their ability.

So these guys can die too.

They weren't as invincible as we imagined.

The mercenary of the "Musician" defense thought smugly.

(End of this chapter)