Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 877 Please enter the urn
After giving the important instructions, Song Heping took out his satellite phone and dialed Ferrari's number.

"Ferrari, that's me."

"Song—"

A background noise, slightly accompanied by the sound of wind and static, came through the telephone receiver.

"What do you want from me?"

Song Heping asked, "Where is the SAM-6 now?"

One hundred kilometers away, near the border with Ukraine, in a forest, Ferrari watched the mercenaries covering two missile systems with camouflage netting and loudly replied to Song Heping, "Both systems are hidden in caves 5 kilometers north of the border canyon. The radar is currently silent."

He wiped the dust off his glasses.

"The operators are all experienced personnel I brought from Darfur, so you can rest assured."

Song Heping pulled out the Mad Dog Fighting Knife from his backpack and stuck it into the ground.

"If the F-15E is equipped with a jamming kit, it's definitely the AN/ALQ-128 electronic warfare kit. This thing jams in the X-band, and the SAM-6's 1S91 radar needs to be switched to frequency-hopping mode."

He picked up the Mad Dog Fighting Knife and drew a simple diagram on the ground.

Ferrari whistled: "Are you trying to use a 1960s relic to fight a fourth-generation fighter jet?"

"Remember, you don't need to actually shoot them down, but you must keep your fire control radar pointed at them, lock onto them, and let them know they're being locked onto by ground radar!"

"What? Not going to fight?" Ferrari asked, puzzled.

"It's not about hitting, it's about scaring." Song Heping's lips curled into a slight smile. "If we can make the pilot hesitate for ten minutes, that'll be enough to deal with the Green Berets."

The roar of an engine could be heard in the distance as a military vehicle disguised as a civilian truck drove into the temporary camp, kicking up a cloud of red dust.

Jiang Feng jumped out of the cockpit and strode towards them, holding a stack of aerial photographs in his hand.

"The latest situation on the rebel front." Jiang Feng spread out the photos, which clearly showed the MLC's defensive fortifications.

The government forces will launch a feint attack at 5:00 AM tomorrow, and according to the plan, they will begin their 'collapse' three hours later, just as you predicted.

“Once the government forces retreat, if the MLC militants begin to pursue…” Song Heping carefully examined the photo, his finger stopping at a weak point in the defense: “This is the breakthrough point.”

Jiang Feng, your commando team must immediately penetrate the line of fire and enter enemy territory after the front lines break, reaching their positions within thirty minutes, locating the MLC's forward command post, and finding Colonel Kandal.

"It's ready."

Jiang Feng patted and pointed to a drone operator behind him.

“We brought three high-quality replicas of the ‘Raven’ drones that you had made in China. They can locate any command post within a range of tens of kilometers.”

The hunter suddenly stood up and pointed to the east side of the canyon: "We need to set up tripwires there to prevent them from climbing over from the side."

He gestured with tactical hand signals, explaining, "Use an M18A1 broadsword, equipped with a wireless remote control module, to manually control the detonation timing."

Song Heping nodded approvingly: "Very good. Deploy two more machine gun teams to provide crossfire at the canyon exit; we absolutely cannot allow a single one of them to escape."

He glanced at his watch. "Everyone must finish all the preparations tonight. Two days from now, at this time, we'll either be drinking champagne at a victory celebration, or—"

"Or get blown to pieces by an F-15E."

Ferrari grinned, revealing his neat front teeth.

"I choose the former."

As night fell, the atmosphere in the camp became heavy.

The soldiers silently inspected their equipment, the metallic sounds of disassembling and reassembling firearms echoing throughout the room. Song Heping sat alone in the command tent, a battle map spread out before him, red and blue arrows crisscrossing like a chessboard.

The hunter walked in carrying two cups of coffee and placed one of them on the edge of the map.

"Ferrari just reported that the SAM-6 has completed final adjustments and is ready for combat at any time."

Song Heping took the coffee, the steam forming a cloud of white mist in the cold desert night.

"Jason Crowder, commander of a detachment in the 5th Special Operations Group, holds the rank of major. He is skilled in mountain warfare and has considerable successful command experience in Afghanistan and Iligo."

He opened a file.

"Arrogance, overconfidence, and a habit of thinking according to established patterns."

“Sounds like a typical green-hatted officer.” The hunter sipped his coffee.

"It is precisely this standard that will kill him."

A cold glint flashed in Song Heping's eyes.

"If the intelligence provided by the British is correct, according to their habitual thinking, they will definitely take this canyon route—the shortest route, the terrain is familiar, and it conforms to the doctrine of rapid infiltration by special forces."

He drew a winding line on the map with a red pen. "And we'll wait for him here."

Outside the tent, a full moon rose into the sky, illuminating the Gulagla Valley as if it were daytime. The shadows on the rock walls stretched out menacingly, like countless lurking warriors.

In the distance, a desert fox let out a mournful cry, which was quickly carried away by the night wind.

At four o'clock the next morning, in western Nasser, in the front-line combat zone.

The T-72 tanks of the Nasser government forces were lined up in a single file, the roar of their diesel engines deafening.

The infantrymen followed behind the armored vehicles, their gun barrels gleaming coldly in the rising sun.

At 6:00 AM sharp, three red signal flares rose into the sky, signaling the start of artillery preparations.

Twenty kilometers away, Jiang Feng's assault team had already laid siege at their designated positions.

Upon hearing the sound of artillery fire via his personal radio, he immediately instructed the drone operator to release a high-quality replica of the "Big Crow" drone produced in Huaqiangbei.

"The Great Raven" let out a shrill cackle, like a male bird in heat plunging into the sky, and soon transmitted live footage—the MLC's front-line positions were covered by artillery fire, and soldiers were frantically scrambling into bunkers.

"Team A, in position."

"Team B, in position."

Reports from each group came through the headphones one after another.

Jiang Feng checked the magazine of the AKM assault rifle; it was already loaded.

The observer beside him was adjusting the thermal imager, and the screen showed a clear thermal signal of the enemy command post 800 meters away.

"Remember, when the battle line starts to move, that's when we begin our rapid infiltration. We must be quick; we need to cross the line before their reinforcements catch up!"

Jiang Feng spoke into the radio, "Once we enter enemy-occupied territory, our objective is to locate the MLC forward command post as quickly as possible. It should be within 30 kilometers behind the front line. Once we find it, we'll launch an assault from different directions. But remember, we're not here for a direct confrontation; our goal is to create chaos, to make them think they're surrounded."

Three hours later, just as planned, the government forces began to "collapse".

The tanks deliberately kicked up a cloud of dust as they turned around, and the infantrymen dropped a few helmets and empty ammunition boxes, creating a vivid and realistic scene of a hasty retreat.

Colonel Kandar of the MLC forces fell into the trap as expected.

The frontline radio communications were intercepted by Jiang Feng's team—"All troops, pursue! Advance towards the capital! God is with us!"

The battle lines stretched rapidly, and breaks soon appeared.

Jiang Feng immediately led the assault team to infiltrate from the flank. The twelve team members moved like ghosts through the combat zone and penetrated deep into enemy territory.

Meanwhile, Song Heping's main force had already laid an ambush on both sides of the Gugela Gorge.

The hunter lay prone on the high ground to the east, his Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle propped up in a crevice between the rocks, the .50 BMG rounds gleaming with a brassy luster in the sunlight.

He reported in a low voice through his headset: "Clear visibility, northwest wind, 3 meters per second. Good weather."

At the bottom of the canyon, Collins's engineers had already laid IEDs and bounding mines, the fuses as thin as hair, almost invisible in the sunlight.

Song Heping hid in a natural cave on the west side, with a portable tactical terminal in front of him, receiving information from all sides in real time.

"Jiang Feng reports: The MLC command post has been located, coordinates confirmed, and a multi-point attack has been organized."

"Drone reconnaissance: The Green Hats squad has left base and is moving towards the canyon. They are expected to arrive in 90 minutes."

Messages scrolled across the screen.

Song Heping adjusted his tactical headset: "Ferrari, SAM-6 ready, but keep radar silent and await my orders. Hunter, confirm all firing positions are in place."

"Machine gun team in position."

"Sniper in position."

"The detonation team is ready."

"Rocket launcher team ready."

Confirmation sounds came through the earphones one after another.

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the dry desert air.

Everything is ready; now we just need to catch our prey.

The weather was fine. Song Heping looked up at the bright and clear blue sky and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Major Jason Claude could never have imagined that the "insignificant mercenary" he regarded had already prepared a perfect grave for him.

(End of this chapter)