Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 893 Foreign Legion Intervention
More than two hours later.

When Song Heping led the group through the most dangerous downtown area and arrived at the relatively quiet North District, it was already 12:30 a.m.

But the distant flames still illuminated half the sky, and the occasional explosions reminded them that the danger was not far off.

"Turn south now, and the safe house is just two blocks away."

Collins checks the GPS.

Ferrari, keeping his eyes on the road ahead, warned, "There seems to be a checkpoint up ahead."

"You guys hide here, I'll go check it out."

Song Heping signaled the team to take cover, while he quietly approached to observe.

A makeshift roadblock stood in the middle of the street, and five or six soldiers were inspecting passing vehicles.

To his surprise, the soldiers were not wearing government uniforms, but rather some kind of mixed attire.

“They’re not government troops.” He returned to Jiang Feng and the others, offering his assessment: “They look like local militia.”

Abdul's eyes lit up: "They might be one of ours! The opposition has supporters in the north of the city!"

"They could also be bandits taking advantage of the chaos," Song Heping said, pouring cold water on the idea. "In any case, we can't take the risk. Let's try another route."

Just then, a burst of intense gunfire came from the direction of the checkpoint.

Everyone drew their pistols in a flash and immediately went into combat mode, but soon realized that the gunfire was not directed at them.

A group of government soldiers launched a surprise attack on the checkpoint from the flank, and a fierce firefight broke out between the two sides.

"An opportunity!" Song Heping whispered, "Seize the moment, while they're engaged in battle, we'll circle around from behind!"

He didn't want to get entangled in anything here.

After all, all he had was a Glock pistol.

There is no benefit in confronting any militia or government forces armed with assault rifles.

Everyone moved quickly close to the buildings, successfully bypassing the combat zone.

When they finally arrived at the neighborhood where the safe house was located, the sight before them made everyone gasp – the entire neighborhood had been razed to the ground by artillery fire.

The fire is raging.

From the firelight came heart-wrenching cries for help.

"The safe house is no longer safe..."

Ferrari sighed.

Jiang Feng asked, "Should we go over and take a look?"

Before Song Heping could answer, a muffled sound of a propeller spinning came from the air.

"Find cover and hide!"

Song Heping shouted and lunged at a pile of rubble.

The others also quickly took cover.

The roar of helicopter rotors filled the sky as two Mi-24 Hind attack helicopters swept across the heavens like large birds, their GSH-23-1 cannons mounted on the composite weapon racks under their fuselages indiscriminately strafing the surrounding area.

The scene was horrific, as if the earth had been ravaged by fire.

The crowd that was just running and shouting was blown to pieces by the heavy machine gun fire.

Several armed opposition militiamen futilely raised their AK47s and fired into the air.

Their weak firepower was completely ineffective, failing to even scratch the Mi-24, but successfully revealing their position.

The Hind attack helicopter turned around and strafed the area where the group was located.

The whole world fell silent.

Song Heping and the others lay prone in the rubble, not daring to move an inch, for fear of being discovered by government helicopters.

In the face of martial arts, humans are as insignificant as dust.

“They’re not suppressing a riot,” Jiang Feng whispered. “They’re cleaning up the entire neighborhood!”

"There are pro-opposition militiamen here..." Ferrari couldn't help but look at Abdul as he said this, but he didn't dare to say the rest of the sentence.

Since the safe house is located here, it is obvious that many of the people here are pro-opposition, and there must be people Abdul knows among them.

Abdul knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the destroyed safe house: "It's over. It's all over."

Song Heping quickly considered alternative solutions.

The original plan was no longer feasible, and they needed a new hiding place and an evacuation route.

The entire capital is now engulfed in war, and no one can tell whose people the armed men in the city are.

One mistake could lead to the complete annihilation of the entire squad.

Song Heping dared not take the risk.

"What do we do?" Ferrari asked him. "The safe house is gone. Where do we go?" Song Heping thought for a moment and said, "Nowhere is safe now. The safest place is to find a safe place to hide."

Just then, he noticed that more than 200 meters away, an apartment building that had not yet been completely destroyed was reflecting a strange light from its top-floor windows—the reflection of a night vision telescope.

"Ok?"

Song Heping quickly reached out to Collins: "Let me see the reconnaissance device in your backpack."

"What did you see, boss?" Collins took off his backpack, took out a small individual reconnaissance device hidden at the bottom, and handed it over.

“It looks like someone's observing this area from upstairs over there; maybe it's an observation post,” Song Heping pointed to the building. “It could be the opposition, or it could be the government forces. Either way, we have to go check it out.”

He picked up the reconnaissance device, switched it to infrared heat source mode, and looked at the building.

Sure enough, the camera showed two suspicious heat sources moving behind the window, peeking out in this direction.

The fact that someone possessed military binoculars in a building that hadn't collapsed suggests that these two individuals were not ordinary people.

They are definitely not ordinary people.

"We've confirmed there are people inside. If it's a government observation post, we can take them out and get their weapons and intelligence. If it's armed militia, we'll see which side they're on. That building has already been bombed, so it's definitely safer than here."

He put away his reconnaissance device and took out his Glock 17 pistol to check the ammunition.

“We’ll go around from the flank to avoid being spotted.”

Ten minutes later, the team cautiously approached the target building.

This is a four-story building. The stairwell is filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and several corpses lie haphazardly on the steps.

When they reached the top floor, Song Heping signaled the others to be on alert, patted Abdul on the shoulder, and gestured towards the door.

Abdul quickly understood.

Song Heping was asking him to verify the other party's identity.

He carefully made his way along the wall to the side of the doorway and said into the doorway in the local language, "The people will eventually be free."

There was a few seconds of silence behind the door, then a hoarse voice replied, "But the darkest hour is before dawn."

"It's one of our own!"

Abdul immediately became excited.

After the password was matched, the door opened a crack.

A middle-aged man with a full beard warily sized them up, then visibly relaxed upon seeing Abdul: "Major Abdul! Thank God you're alive! The safe house was attacked, so we had to temporarily relocate here. Communications are down, we can't reach you or give you any updates. We can only stay here and keep an eye on the safe house, hoping to see you!"

"I saw that the safe house was completely destroyed, and I thought you guys..."

Abdul stepped forward and hugged the other person, patting their shoulder forcefully.

The group finally relaxed and followed the man into the new safe haven.

Inside the safe house, a dozen opposition members were nervously listening to the radio and compiling intelligence.

The walls were covered with Butare maps, marking the areas controlled by various factions.

"The situation is worse than we anticipated."

The middle-aged man who had opened the door—who introduced himself as Hassan—pointed to the map and said, “The presidential guard is using heavy weapons and is systematically clearing out opposition strongholds. They no longer care about civilian casualties.”

Abdul asked anxiously, "What about the troops on the western front? Where are General Lumar's troops?"

Hassan shook his head: "We're blocked. Noel brought in French foreign mercenaries, and they're using armed helicopters to stop our troops from advancing."

He added with a wry smile, "And Mr. Duer's broadcast may have been too effective. Now riots have broken out all over the country, with militia members from our faction, civilians, and even those already malicious mobs coming out... Our militias have had to split up to maintain order, otherwise the mobs would attack even our supporters."

Song Heping observed the briefing with a cold eye.

A coup is like opening Pandora's box; once it begins, no one can predict the outcome. He noticed a young female communications officer in the corner secretly observing him, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

“What evacuation plans do we have?” he asked Hassan directly.

Hassan hesitated for a moment: "All roads out of the city are currently blocked. The Presidential Guard has set up checkpoints; they're looking for..."

He glanced at Song Heping and the others: "You."

Song Heping and his teammates exchanged a glance.

It now appears that Lumar's advance has stalled, and major cities have descended into riots due to Touré's speech.

It seems that even the opposition itself did not expect this situation to arise, and they are unable to control the situation. The government forces also seem powerless to control the overall situation.

It's fair to say that the Republic of Seine was in complete chaos at this point.

This was Song Heping's first time getting involved in such a coup d'état, and even he had no experience with it.

He knew that any country would descend into hellish chaos once a coup occurred, and while the opposition could decide the beginning, they could not decide the end.

It seems the French didn't want to see Noel fall, so they brought in mercenaries to help him fight the opposition's army.

The situation has taken a fatal turn.

(End of this chapter)