Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 827 The snipe and the clam fight
The dawn in the Nura Valley is eerily quiet.

Hakim was checking his watch for the fifth time; the gold-plated Rolex hands gleamed crimson in the morning light.

This watch was stolen.

When he seized the gold mine, the original mine owner took out this gold watch and begged him to let him go.

Of course, there was no result.

Hakim shot the man in the head and then stole the watch.

For someone like him...

Why accept the other person's pleas when you can still get the gold watch by killing them?
He thought the mine owner was an idiot.

I couldn't even figure out such a simple question.

Kill him, and the mining area and the gold will all be mine.

It was already five in the morning, and the sky was beginning to lighten in the distance.

It's almost dawn.

But no convoy loaded with weapons arrived.

He kicked a nearby rock, raising a cloud of red dust.

"Damn Americans! They said they'd arrive before sunrise!"

He suddenly had a bad feeling, and couldn't help but look around the valley and then look down at his gold Rolex.

With each tick of the second hand on his Rolex, the veins on his temples twitched.

5:27 PM – well past the agreed delivery time.

"Boss, there seems to be movement on the sand dunes to the north!"

A sentry suddenly pointed to the valley entrance.

Hakim suddenly grabbed the Zeiss 20x50 military binoculars hanging around his neck.

In the footage, several desert lizards are scurrying across the sand in a panic, while wisps of unnatural dust rise on the distant horizon.

He rubbed his index finger around the focusing wheel of the telescope twice, trying to increase the magnification, when he suddenly froze—a dark red flash of light appeared in the dust, which was definitely not dust raised by the transport convoy.

"Machine gun crew, in position!"

The moment he threw down his binoculars, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the cliff on the east side of the valley.

The sound was like scraping glass with an iron nail, tearing a crack in the dry air with sound waves.

Hiss—hiss—

"An 82mm mortar!"

Hakim's adjutant, Omar, suddenly changed his expression.

This former government artillery lieutenant was all too familiar with that sound of death.

As he lunged forward to push Hakim down, the first shell had already fallen, carrying the kiss of death.

boom--

An orange-red fireball exploded among the vehicles in the valley, hurling a pickup truck equipped with a heavy machine gun ten meters into the air. The explosion ignited the ammunition boxes inside the truck, causing tens of thousands of bullets to explode in the high temperature, creating a metal storm.

The militants within 20 meters of the epicenter were instantly torn apart by the steel rain, while those further away rolled on the ground, clutching their bleeding ears.

"Three o'clock!"

Hakim took cover behind the tires of a nearby truck.

He saw several PKM general-purpose machine guns suddenly erected behind the ridgeline on the north side, their muzzles spitting fire in the pre-dawn darkness forming a shimmering line of death.

Da da da da——

Da da da da——

Da da da da da——

The 7.62×54mmR steel-core bullet penetrated the pickup truck's thin door like a hot knife through butter.

A soldier who had just jumped into the driver's seat suddenly exploded in the upper body, his spine covered in bits of flesh and sticking to the dashboard.

Hakim's right ear was cut open by shrapnel from the bullet, and warm blood flowed down his neck and into his collar.

"RPG! Take out those machine gun positions! Heavy machine gunners, suppress their firing points! We've been ambushed!"

He roared and grabbed the rocket launcher operator next to him, only to see that the eighteen-year-old boy had three twisted shrapnels stuck in his chest, and was twitching with blood foam coming from the corner of his mouth.

The second wave of shells then roared in.

This time, it was a precisely calculated crossfire – three shells landed in a triangular formation at the mouth of the valley, completely blocking the retreat route.

Hakim watched helplessly as his vanguard vehicle was overturned by the blast wave, its burning tires rolling more than thirty meters before running over a crawling wounded soldier.

O God!

Omar suddenly pointed to the north cliff. There, a three-meter-long black flag was raised, its blood-red scimitar pattern unfurling in the morning breeze.

A man wearing a silver monocle stood beneath the banner, firing an AK74 assault rifle at the survivors in the valley.

"Markul!"

Upon seeing who it was, Hakim gritted his teeth.

Now everything seems all too clear: the so-called deal with American arms dealers was just a lure, and the "Shepherd" definitely made a dirty deal with Markul.

Of course, he didn't know that the "shepherd" he saw that night was not a real shepherd at all. The real shepherd's body was buried under a pile of sand by a roadside in the wilderness of North Darfur, and it was probably already starting to decompose.

He pulled out a signal gun and fired a green signal flare.

This is the agreed-upon signal for retreat.

A green signal flare soared into the sky.

The seven pickup trucks that were still able to move immediately formed a wedge formation, and the DShK heavy machine guns on the roofs began to roar.

The 12.7×108mm large-caliber bullets sent rocks flying from the north cliff, and the two exposed machine gun positions immediately fell silent.

Hakim seized the opportunity to leap onto the lead vehicle and yelled at the driver, "Go off from the east side!"

The convoy charged toward the only way out like wounded wild animals.

Just as they reached the valley entrance, the third pickup truck was suddenly hit by an RPG, and its entire rear axle was blown off.

The out-of-control vehicle swerved and crashed sideways into the mountainside, the flames from the exploding fuel tank engulfing the agonizing screams of the three injured passengers in the back seat.

"Keep your distance!"

Omar leaned half his body out of the car window and fired wildly to both sides with his AKM assault rifle.

A hail of bullets felled two enemies who were trying to ambush him with RPGs by the roadside, but they failed to notice the flash of light in the crevice of the rocks 300 meters away.

boom--

A 7.62mm sniper bullet pierced his left eye, and brain matter spurted from the back of his head, drawing an abstract picture on the car window. The body fell with his finger still on the trigger; the entire magazine of bullets hit near Hakim's feet.

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!"

Hakim screamed and kicked Omar's body aside, then opened fire with his gun indiscriminately.

Three armed pickup trucks suddenly sprang out from behind a sand dune 200 meters away, and KORD heavy machine guns on their roofs began to spray bullets.

Clearly, Markul came prepared this time and brought quite a few of his men with him.

In the past, the two sides were evenly matched and neither wanted to provoke the other. Although they both wanted to annex each other's territory and gold mines, they were both hesitant to act for fear of harming each other.

I was careless this time, actually leaving the camp so far to come here to trade, giving Makur an opportunity.

Ding-ding-ding-ding——

The hood of the lead car was instantly riddled with bullet holes, and steam from the burst radiator, mixed with engine oil, sprayed onto the windshield.

The driver frantically swerved the steering wheel to avoid it, and the rear wheels ran over a rock that was neither too big nor too small.

bang-

The car bounced up as if it had stepped on a spring, leaped high into the air, then landed heavily, and then went out of control and crashed into the sand dunes by the roadside.

Hakim jumped off the vehicle before the collision and fell into a sand pit.

He spat out the sand in his mouth and saw that his convoy was in ruins—two vehicles were burning, two were pinned down by crossfire, and the remaining four were evading the pursuit by zigzagging.

"Boss! Over here!"

The last pickup truck had turned around and returned to the scene of the rollover. The machine gunner in the truck bed stretched out his bloodied right hand, trying to get him into the truck to continue his escape.

Just as Hakim was about to get up and jump onto the truck bed, a 23mm high-explosive shell grazed his ear and cut the machine gunner, who was still standing in the truck bed five meters away, in half.

"ZU-23!"

Hakim turned his head and saw a double-barreled anti-aircraft gun set up at the valley exit, its muzzle slowly adjusting its angle as they moved.

This weapon, originally designed to target helicopters, can easily riddle armored vehicles with holes when fired horizontally.

He quickly jumped onto the truck bed, banging on the rear window of the cab and shouting, "Drive faster! Drive faster!"

The engine roared, smoke billowed from the front of the car, and the driver floored the accelerator.

The last two pickup trucks finally broke free, bursting out of the valley amidst a hail of bullets and fleeing wildly southwest.

In the back of the truck, Hakim tremblingly pulled out a satellite phone.

He wanted the troops remaining at the camp to massacre Makur's stronghold, to let that despicable bastard know.
No signal...

He adjusted the antenna's direction.

Still no signal...

Upon closer inspection, I almost burst into tears.

It turns out that the phone was hit by a piece of shrapnel sometime earlier.

Although it can still be turned on, the shrapnel likely damaged the antenna assembly, causing it to lose connection.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He cursed loudly while irrationally kicking the truck bed.

Today was such a terrible day!

Dangdangdang——

Sparks flew from the rear of the car, followed by gunshots.

Someone is chasing me!
Hakim felt a chill run down his spine and cautiously peeked behind him.

Not far behind on the dirt road, a convoy of armed pickup trucks appeared, closely following. There were about seven or eight of them, and the machine guns on their roofs spewed fire that was particularly glaring in the morning mist.

The morning sun reflected off Makur Abdul's monocle.

He stood in the back seat of the command vehicle, gripping the roll cage with his left hand and firing his AK74U assault rifle into the air with his right, baring his white teeth like a mad dog.

"God is great! Catch that swine!"

Their modified pickup trucks traversed the rugged terrain with ease, and the various heavy machine guns mounted on the vehicles kicked up clouds of dust with each burst of fire beside Hakim's truck.

The 30-kilometer chase turned the desert into a battlefield.

Hakim's convoy dwindled until, after more than half an hour, only three pickup trucks remained.

Makur also lost two vehicles, but he didn't care.

Once Hakim is eliminated, the "Justice and Peace" organization's gold mines and arsenals will all be his.

"That's a deadly bend!"

The guide in the co-pilot's seat suddenly shouted.

Makul squinted – five hundred meters ahead, the dry riverbed suddenly made a near right-angle turn, with a ten-meter-deep cliff on the outside.

Hakim's lead car has begun to turn.

Markul grinned maliciously and grabbed his walkie-talkie: "Attention all vehicles, target the lead vehicle, focus fire!"

More than a dozen machine guns roared at the same time.

Hakim's pickup truck had its rear tire blown out, causing the vehicle to lose control and roll over at high speed, eventually ending up upside down on the edge of a cliff.

Markul signaled the convoy to stop.

He adjusted his gold-embroidered headscarf and, with more than thirty trusted men, slowly approached the overturned vehicle.

Hakim was trapped in the deformed driver's cab, his face covered in blood, his right leg twisted at an odd angle.

"Why?" Hakim coughed up blood, "We clearly agreed to split Darfur equally."

Markul crouched down and used his AK74U to lift Hakim's chin: "'The shepherd' said that the worst thing in business is to split things equally."

After saying that, he pulled the trigger.

blah blah-

Gunshots echoed across the desert.

Markul stood up, looking around with a smug expression.

His gold mine is to the east, and now the gold mine to the west is entirely his.

Once he has digested all these resources, he might even be able to...
puff--

Markul suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked down in confusion and saw a small, blood-stained steel core protruding from his chest.

The last sounds I heard were the panicked shouts of my confidants and the intermittent gunfire, but all of that was rapidly fading into the distance.

(End of this chapter)