Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 885 Crimson Sunset

A few hours later.

Western part of the Republic of Seine.

The tents of the 3rd Brigade's field hospital cast long, narrow shadows in the setting sun.

Song Heping watched as Jiang Feng pushed the hunter into the operating room, the blood-stained curtain making a "whoosh" sound as it fell.

His right hand unconsciously rubbed the anti-slip texture on the gun handle.

This is the 3rd Brigade's base in Lumar.

Currently, the rebel alliance has retreated back into Uceda.

The defeat was swift and decisive, and the entire campaign ended in victory for the Republic of Seine.

But the cost was far too high.

He turned his head and glanced at his side.

Only Ferrari and Collins are still in good shape.

Of course, Jiang Feng, who was in charge of the infiltration and surprise attack, escaped because he did not follow him back to the government army camp.

"Song."

Lumar's voice came from behind.

Speak of the devil, and he appears!
The rebel leader appeared in the medical area at some point, dressed in combat uniforms indistinguishable from soldiers, with a brand-new bandage wrapped around his left arm.

"We need to talk."

The moment Song Heping turned around, he drew his Glock 17.

As the muzzle of the gun pressed against Lumar's forehead, a series of crisp clicks of bolts being pulled back echoed around him.

The guns of more than a dozen guards around Lumar were raised and pointed at Song Heping. Everyone's eyes were filled with tension.

"All of you, step back."

Lumar raised his hand to stop his subordinates, fine beads of sweat appearing on the tip of his nose.

"Mr. Song is our friend."

He looked around and added, "He won't kill me."

"friend?"

Song Heping's index finger was on the first spark of the trigger.

"Is this how you treat your friends? My men are almost dead, an entire special operations platoon is down to only four men, and only three of my core members are still able to stand and walk! Is this your friend?"

He lowered the muzzle of his gun and suddenly pressed it against Lumar's abdomen.

"The evidence Ulla uses to accuse me is the photo of us talking in the tent that day. You knew all along that there were French informants around you."

Lumar grunted, then gave a wry smile: "Go to my tent and say it. Unless you want all the soldiers to hear."

Song Heping's breathing became somewhat rapid.

He was afraid that he might not be able to resist applying more pressure to his fingers and send the guy in front of him flying.

"Put down your gun! Do you hear me? That's an order!"

Lumar once again gave orders to his hesitant subordinates.

The dozen or so guards finally lowered their guns.

"Song, I'm sorry for the outcome, but... I hope you understand that I didn't mean to set you up. There were indeed spies planted around me, but I genuinely didn't know beforehand..."

"What did that phone call say?!" Song Heping recalled the phone call that had pushed the situation to the point of no return.

"my friend."

Lumar's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and even more beads of sweat appeared on his nose.

"I swear to God, all I wanted to do was quickly warn you not to go to the government army camp..."

Song Heping stared at Lumar, who had raised his hands and showed no sign of resistance, his mind racing.

Arguing about these things at this point seems pointless.

What good is it even if what you're saying is the truth?

If Lumar doesn't admit it and pretends to be innocent, I'll have no choice but to kill him to vent my anger.

However, killing him would be a very stupid choice.

It did not help in the slightest to turn the tide or recover the losses.

The casualties have already occurred; that's a fact that no amount of effort can change.

All we can do is offer compensation later.

For the families of the fallen special operations platoon soldiers, receiving more substantial compensation and pensions is the most practical thing to do. "Okay, let's talk."

Song Heping put the pistol back into its holster.

A few minutes later.

On the battle map inside the tent, the capital city's symbol has been covered by a red circle.

Song Heping noticed that all the blue arrows representing the government forces were pointing west—the direction where his and Lumar's troops were located.

It appears that the Republic of Seine has entered a state of civil war.

In other words, any additional statements or explanations are useless.

President Noel has issued an emergency order, declaring wartime order and placing all cities under military and police control.

The entire country entered a state of war.

"You're using me to distract Noel."

He pulled open his tactical vest, revealing a bandaged wound on his shoulder.

"Using my brother's blood to cover for you?"

"A coup requires sacrifice."

Lumar suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing a chest riddled with bullet holes and knife scars.

I learned a lesson when I joined the domestic resistance movement at the age of fifteen—

His gaze fell on Song Heping's pistol.

"Either trust your comrades, or shoot me in the forehead right now."

The vibration of the satellite phone broke the stalemate.

In the photo sent by Jiang Feng, the hunter is wearing an oxygen mask and raising his middle finger.

The other photos are of the polar bear couple.

Clearly, his brothers were at least not dead.

Song Heping felt a slight sense of relief, then turned his gaze to Lumar: "Why did you choose me?"

"You probably don't know your reputation in Africa, do you?"

Lumar laughed and said, "Want to know your own nickname? The African Eagle. Many coup plotters want to find you now, saying that finding you will increase the chances of a successful coup many times over. Since you have taken the initiative to come to Seine this time, it means that God is looking out for us and has sent you to help us."

"Money sent me."

Song Heping recalled Gabriel's wide-open eyes before he died.

Now, it's time to make an offer...

"I can assist you in a coup, but after it succeeds, I want ten-year mining rights to two mining areas in the north."

"Plus, the permits for the use of the southern military bases."

Lumar generously added an even more substantial offer: "I need you to lead a raid on the National Broadcasting Center before dawn, and then broadcast the radio program and recording of Opposition Leader Mr. Touré's speech."

The roar of armored vehicles gathering could be heard outside the tent.

Song Heping asked, "What if the coup fails?"

Lumar slammed a thermite grenade on the table: "Then I'm doomed. Of course, I'll kill myself first; I absolutely won't fall into Noel's hands."

As he spoke, he walked to the door, lifted the curtain, and the sunset cast long shadows of the two of them, like two drawn swords.

Song Heping walked to his side, looking at the setting sun gradually disappearing into the distance.

A moment later, he reached out his hand.

Lumar grabbed Song Heping's hand.

Song Heping said, "Deal! It's a deal!"

Lumar said, "Don't worry, I will give you everything I promised. The British have their advantages, and I will not shortchange you in any way."

Song Heping said, "If you dare to play any tricks this time, I guarantee you won't live to see the sun rise the next day."

Lumar said, "Don't worry, I won't. This coup is for the sake of our country's people."

Song Heping sneered inwardly.

They all said it was for the people.

But looking at the independence movements after World War II, and the many regime changes in various African countries, which one didn't initially claim to be for the people?

That was just a facade.

(End of this chapter)