Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 886 No choice
The tent was stuffy and humid, and sweat slid down Song Heping's neck, soaking the collar of his camouflage uniform.

After returning from Lumar's place, he stared intently at the crumpled map of Sena on the table.

According to Lumar's plan, after dark tomorrow night, the two brigades under his control and the two brigades deployed by the opposition in the north will launch a full-scale attack on the capital Butare from the west and north.

The goal was to overwhelm the six brigades controlled by President Noel, thus breaking through the government forces' defenses and, more importantly, shattering the psychological defenses of the government soldiers.

In terms of troop strength, the opposition generals in the Sena military actually control fewer troops than President Noel, and Noel still has his last two MiG-23s, so he may not necessarily have the upper hand in a fight.

Therefore, Lumar desperately wanted Song Heping to join the coup, so that he could use these elite mercenaries to carry out a special operation and broadcast the speech of opposition leader Dur after taking over the capital's radio station.

The national radio station is based in the capital. If the radio station and its website publish speeches by opposition leaders, it means that the opposition has entered the capital.

This will be a psychological bomb for the government troops, no less than a mushroom bomb.

If the government forces can seize control of the radio station and broadcast their speeches within hours of the opposition forces launching a full-scale offensive, it will throw the government troops on the front lines into disarray.

Therefore, Lumar offered such a generous reward of two mining areas and a base to invite Song Heping to join him.

Without Song Heping, Lumar knew he couldn't have carried out such an infiltration operation.

After studying the map for a full half hour, Song Heping tapped the location of Butare twice with his finger.

He turned to Jiang Feng and asked, "How are the brothers doing now?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

The immense pressure, coupled with the exhaustion of not having slept for over ten hours, left Song Heping's vocal cords slightly fatigued.

Jiang Feng and Ferrari exchanged a glance.

Ferrari scratched his chin uneasily and shook his head. "Not good. The hunter's abdomen was pierced, and the polar bear's left leg artery was nearly severed. Our medicated kit can only provide emergency treatment. The field medical conditions here are too poor; we can only provide emergency care for now. If he doesn't receive proper treatment within 48 hours..."

He didn't finish speaking, but all three people in the tent understood what it meant.

"So we must go to Butare."

Song Heping raised his head, his eyes flashing with a resolute light.

"Not only for the rewards Lumar promised, but also for our brothers."

Jiang Feng slammed his fist into the ammunition box, producing a dull thud.

"But that son of a bitch Lumar has already killed an entire platoon of our brothers! Continue to cooperate with him?"

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the tent, and the three of them fell silent at the same time.

Only after the footsteps faded into the distance did Song Heping slowly exhale.

“Listen,” he lowered his voice, “I know Lumar is a slippery fellow. But right now, he's the only one in the opposition with enough troops to support Dur's rise to power. If we back down now, we'll not only gain nothing, but we'll also lose White Bear and Hunter’s lives.”

Ferrari nodded thoughtfully. "Besides, our people need hospitals. Butare has a hospital built by the French, with fairly complete facilities, which can provide better medical services."

"But how do we cross a 300-kilometer front line?"

Jiang Feng unfolded the map and pointed to the dozen or so checkpoints marked in red.

"The president has declared a state of war, and the government forces are on full alert. There are likely checkpoints on all the major roads leading to the capital. We only have a platoon that Ferrari brought from the Arkent Oasis, which is simply not enough to break through."

Song Heping's lips curled into a cold smile: "Who said we were going to lead a platoon?"

How many people are you bringing?

Ferrari asked doubtfully, "I only brought a platoon of mercenaries from Darfur, the rest are from a missile company. You want them to also carry guns and infiltrate with you?"

There are only five people.

"Five people?"

Ferrari and Jiang Feng were taken aback at first, then looked at each other and laughed.

"Song, what kind of international joke are you talking about?! Taking five people to Butare?! Are you crazy?!" "More people are useful, more people make a bigger target."

As Song Heping spoke, he took out his satellite phone.

“I’ve planned everything. Ms. M still owes me a favor, and I’ll ask her to help me. There are three of us here now. We’ll call Collins later; his injury isn’t serious. Then there will be four of us. We’ll go find Lumar to get a guide, and then we’ll disguise ourselves as journalists and infiltrate as a five-person team.”

"reporter?"

Jiang Feng raised his eyebrows.

He pointed at the Ferrari: "He looks more like a mafia member than a war correspondent."

Ferrari made an exaggerated, hurt expression: "Hey! Jiang, don't underestimate me! I actually studied journalism at the University of Milan!"

“That’s enough.”

Song Heping interrupted them.

“I will have M provide us with a full set of BBC credentials and equipment.”

He glanced at his watch.

“We have three hours to prepare. Jiang Feng, go find Lumar and have him choose an officer familiar with the local situation for us; Ferrari, prepare light weapons and communication equipment; I'll go check on the wounded first.”

When Song Heping lifted the curtain of the medical tent, a strong smell of blood and disinfectant hit him.

The hunter lay on a makeshift stretcher, his face as pale as paper, each breath accompanied by a slight hissing sound.

The polar bear was in slightly better condition, but the bandage wrapped around its left leg was soaked in blood.

“Boss,” the hunter weakly raised his hand, “don’t worry about us, you guys go.”

"I don't have the habit of abandoning my own people."

Song Heping grasped his hand and found that this hand, which could once easily snap an enemy's neck, was now as cold as a corpse.

"Shut up and focus on recovering."

He turned to the medics changing the polar bear's bandages and asked, "How long can they hold out?"

The medic shook his head: "One needs abdominal drainage, another needs vascular suturing, and there are other seriously injured patients... There are no surgical options. At most two or three days."

Song Heping nodded and comforted the hunter and the polar bear: "You two are currently the most seriously injured, but don't worry, I will make sure you receive better treatment within two days."

He turned to Collins: "Come with me."

After saying that, he didn't waste any more words and turned to walk out of the tent.

Nonsense won't solve anything.

Instead of offering words of comfort, take immediate action.

As the sun sets, it dyes the barren land of the Seine red.

He took out his satellite phone and dialed the number he remembered.

"It's me, Song."

After the call connected, he said briefly, "I need five sets of BBC press credentials and a full set of equipment. Have Webber get them ready immediately; the handover will take place at the border at midnight tonight."

A calm female voice came from the other end of the phone: "I heard you're planning to participate in a coup?"

Song Heping said coldly, "Isn't this the ending you've always wanted to see?"

"Deal. Weber will arrive on time. Send me the coordinates. Don't be late."

Ms. M was very decisive; she hung up the phone immediately after answering.

(End of this chapter)