Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 803 Secret Training Location

Chapter 803 Secret Training Location
The camp was now filled with armed men lying on the ground.

Song Heping glanced around, then turned to Jiang Feng and said, "Go drag that guy out."

"it is good."

Jiang Feng seemed very willing to do this.

He was actually quite curious and wanted to see the effects of these anesthetics.

Even though he was hiding in the car, he still couldn't avoid inhaling a small amount of gas. It was just a small amount, but Abdul already reacted.

Jiang Feng went to drag the man away, while Song Heping went directly to an armed man, kicked away his gun, and then put his hand under the man's nostrils.

His breathing was very weak.

Fortunately, the person didn't die.

He got up and fired another shot at the guy.

bah—

Then he turned around and stood in front of the two armed men.

This time, upon checking her breathing, they found she wasn't breathing.

I checked four of them, following the same pattern.

Two of them died, while the other two still had faint breathing.

"This medicine is really strong..."

He felt a chill run down his spine and touched his gas mask.

Soon, Jiang Feng dragged Abdul over and threw him to the ground.

"How do we deal with this guy?"

Jiang Feng asked.

Song Heping countered, "Is he dead?"

Jiang Feng shook his head: "He's not dead."

"Then let's kill them to avoid future trouble."

Song Heping looked around, pondered for a moment, and said, "Kill them all, leave no one alive, and don't leave any clues."

Jiang Feng nodded: "Okay."

He understood what Song Heping meant.

This must not leave a trace, and must not allow anyone to trace it back to the "musician's" defense.

At least in the short term, we must not let others know that it was Song Heping and his men who did it.

It's not that Song Heping is afraid of offending anyone.

After all, someone who dares to provoke even the three major intelligence agencies wouldn't be afraid of a North African warlord like Colonel Gaddafi.

The key issue lies with these SAM-6 missile launch systems.

Once intelligence agencies like the CIA sense something amiss, they will deduce from the situation here that Song Heping possesses defensive weapons, and will be more cautious when formulating plans to raid the Atron Oasis.

This did not meet Song Heping's tactical expectations.

Now he's going to surprise Pence and the others with a "big gift."

bah—

With a gunshot, Abdul immediately met his end and went to meet his master.

"Boss!"

Several figures appeared in the smoke that had been dispersed by the night wind in the distance.

The leader is a polar bear.

"Are you okay?!"

"It's alright," Song Heping said. "Quickly have someone move the launcher and radar vehicle away. Oh, and the ammunition vehicle too, don't forget it."

"it is good!"

Just as the polar bear was about to leave, he remembered something else.

"There are probably over two hundred people here who have been anesthetized, all according to your previous instructions—"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and made a gesture of slashing across his neck.

"Yes, leave none behind."

Song Heping calmly issued the order.

It's not cruel.

It's not that he's cold-blooded.

It is necessary.

In this situation, ruthlessness is necessary.

If you're even slightly soft-hearted, you'll probably be the one who dies in the future.

This plan, in particular, is extremely risky.

Just like the previous Mogadishu operation, he himself was the biggest bait.

Whether it's Pence from the CIA, Levin from Mossad, or some Ms. M, it doesn't matter.

They won't unleash their eagles unless they see themselves in the truth.

Song Heping conducted an assessment.

It would take the CIA 5-7 days to mobilize resources to locate their base in the Atron Oasis. According to some CIA operational practices Simon had mentioned, they would conduct a long period of observation before launching an attack to determine if the target was in the area.

This confirmation process takes anywhere from three to five days to ten days to half a month.

Sometimes, when faced with goals that are difficult to ascertain, it is not uncommon for them to drag on for months or even a year or two.

The biggest problem is that the missile and radar specialists we recruited haven't arrived yet.

Although the SAM-6 missile system is not the most advanced air defense system, Russian technology is often characterized by simplicity and durability.

His men had all served in the armies of various African countries, which were former buyers and recipients of Soviet-made equipment.

During the era of bipolar rivalry, the Soviet Union also wanted to gain its own territory here, especially during the reign of General Su Xun, when it was extremely generous, and countless Soviet-made equipment flowed into this land of Africa.

This includes some SAM series missile systems.

Although the Soviet Union collapsed, these weapons still play an important role in the armies of some African countries. Therefore, soldiers who have served in these weapons, as long as they are in this profession, will at least have some knowledge of them, if not be experts.

However, even if these radar and missile troops arrive in Sudan and enter the North Darfur region, they probably won't be able to put them into immediate use.

They need time to get used to each other and familiarize themselves with the SAM-6 system.

This takes time.

It will take at least a week.

Fortunately, Song Heping's trap plan did not require overly complicated or sophisticated radar operations; it was essentially a variation of the "waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump" strategy.

Before the CIA executes its retaliation plan, the radar and missile unit soldiers here will certainly be proficient in their equipment.

We need to buy them time.

We must secure absolutely enough time.

Gunshots rang out from all directions, interrupting Song Heping's thoughts.

It's actually not hot at all in North Africa at night; in fact, it can be quite cold.

bah—

Every shot rang out meant the death of an armed militant.

Song Heping hurried through the camp to his jeep.

The surrounding night was filled with shadowy figures; dozens of handpicked "musician" defense mercenaries were executing the defense personnel who were helpless and lifeless.

Back in his car, Song Heping sat quietly in the dark for a while, then Jiang Feng came over and knocked on the car window.

Song Heping rolled down the car window.

Jiang Feng said, "Everything's taken care of."

"Ah."

Song Heping nodded silently.

"Let everyone retreat. The rest of you go to Atron Oasis. Missile vehicles and radar vehicles, follow me to point B."

"it is good."

At a command, everyone began to evacuate.

Ten minutes later, only two hundred corpses and empty tents remained in the camp.

The convoy left the trading location and headed towards the Atron Oasis.

After driving 100 kilometers, Song Heping picked up the walkie-talkie and began to call out: "Missile vehicles, follow my jeep. The rest of you, return to base for now and wait for my orders."

The convoy split into two and headed in different directions on a moonlit night with few stars.

After a two-hour drive, the leader's jeep stopped.

Song Heping jumped out of the car and waved to the driver of the lead vehicle in the missile convoy.

The driver jumped out of the car and ran over: "Boss, what are your orders?"

Song Heping pointed to the valley in front of him.

"Drive all the cars inside, then set up tents here to establish a temporary base. Remember to make the most of the valley's cover and hide well. Make sure the camouflage is done. I'll check it when you're done."

"Understood, Boss!"

The driver turned and left.

Song Heping turned to Alz, the leader of the missile unit, and said, "From now on, you are a missile company commander in our company's defense corps. I remember you used to do this in the army, right?"

"Yes! I've been in the air defense force since I started my service."

As he spoke, Alz turned his head and glanced at the missile vehicles that were slowly driving into the valley.

Song Heping said, “From now on, you will stay here until you receive my notification before returning to the Atron Oasis. This period will last about seven days. During these seven days, you must train all the soldiers and officers in this missile company to be proficient in operating the SAM-6, understand? The hypothetical enemy is the US military's drones. Use them as training targets. I will have someone send the necessary drone information here. Don't worry about your food; it will be replenished every day. Your only task is to train them well. After a week, act according to my instructions.”

After saying that, he patted Alz on the shoulder: "If this is done well, tell the brothers in the company that the reward is one million dollars, and everyone will get a share."

Upon hearing this, Alz's heart skipped a beat.

One million US dollars.

The entire missile company actually only has four systems, with a standard configuration of 7 people per system, currently only 32 people.

32 people split one million dollars.

It was just a mission.

This reward...

That's incredibly generous!

"What? You think it's not enough?!"

Seeing that he was in a daze, Song Heping asked a question.

"No no no!"

Alz shook his head vigorously.

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission, Boss!"