Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 900 Success
Western Seine, inside an opposition camp.

Lumar didn't sleep well all night.

Since last night, when the extra-legal forces intervened in the coup and stabilized the government troops that were beginning to crumble, he hadn't closed his eyes once.

Both he and Touré underestimated the French resolve. This old European empire, with its tradition of raising the white flag, was surprisingly focused on its interests in the Republic of Seine this time, directly deploying two full paratrooper companies to participate in the operation.

It must be said that the arrival of the French greatly boosted the morale of the government troops, and the previously collapsed defensive line was consolidated again. The opposition forces were ambushed twice by the French troops and the government forces. The 3rd Brigade, which advanced the fastest, suffered heavy losses and had to retreat 20 kilometers to rebuild its defensive line.

Lumar had a natural fear of the French.

After all, the French had colonized this place for so many years. Although the independence movement began after World War II and Seine took advantage of the momentum at that time to establish a so-called "independent" government, in reality, the French and British were still taking turns in power.

This historical background created a natural fear of these colonizers among the local Seine people, a feeling of bloodline oppression.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and the advantage that Song Heping had gained by taking over the national radio station and broadcasting the speech of opposition leader Touré was instantly wiped out.

Duer had no choice but to call MI6, which was planning the coup, and ask Ms. M for help.

Good news soon arrived: Song Heping, who was still in the capital city of Butare, had reached an agreement with Ms. M. In exchange for the three large mining areas in the north, plus the surrounding land as a training base for the "Musician" defense, he could devise a new and more adventurous plan—to attack the presidential palace and capture Noel alive.

The audacity of this plan is astonishing.

After hearing this, Duer was speechless for a long time.

After regaining his composure, he readily agreed.

"Give it to him! All three mining areas are his! He can have land if he wants land, and minerals if he wants minerals!"

Having reached a dead end, Duer was like a gambler who had lost all hope at the card table.

In any case, if the coup fails, he will have nothing.

Why should you feel bad about putting something you don't even have as a bargaining chip at the table? It's a business with no initial investment.
Before dawn, good news arrived—Song Heping had succeeded!
His helicopter will land at the temporary camp of the western opposition forces, while Noel, who was originally under tight protection in the presidential palace, is now sitting in the cabin of the Mi-17 helicopter as a prisoner.

The eastern horizon was already turning yellow.

The rising sun peeked out from behind the mountains, bathing the earth in a golden glow.

After Lumar paced back and forth a hundred times, his adjutant suddenly pointed east and shouted, "Sir! Look! It looks like a helicopter!"

Lumar suddenly turned around and looked eastward.

The morning sun was too bright, so he had to use his hands to create a small shading effect to block out the sunlight.

A small black dot appeared in the sky above the horizon, gradually approaching.

"telescope!"

He stretched out his hand.

The adjutant quickly handed him a pair of binoculars.

Lumar eagerly took it and held it in front of his eyes, adjusting the focus as quickly as possible.

Soon, he spotted the familiar Mi-17 helicopter.

There is only one of these helicopters in all of Senegal.

Because it is a special customized version, it looks different from the regular Mi-17, and has a Seine Republic coat of arms painted near the tail.

"It's them! It's Noel's private plane!!"

Lumar could not suppress his momentum.

He could hardly believe that what he was seeing was real.

I even thought I was dreaming at one point.

"How did he do that……"

After putting down his binoculars, Lumar stood there stunned for several seconds before suddenly remembering that he had to report this to his boss, Durr, immediately.

"Go tell the general that Song has returned! Quickly!"

Opposition leader Touré was in the camp at that time.

The adjutant ran all the way.

In less than a minute, Durr jogged up to Lumar's side.

"where?"

"there!"

Lumar handed over the binoculars and pointed them in the direction of the helicopter.

Just like Lumar before him, Durr took the binoculars and started looking.

After watching for a moment, he expressed the same surprise as Lumar.

"My God, how did he do that!"

Lumar said, "It seems this Song is truly capable. I thought all the previous rumors about him were just gossip, but now it seems..."

A look of awe crossed his face, a complex expression flashing in his eyes, before he swallowed the rest of his words.

From the helicopter, Ferrari and the others also spotted the opposition camp in the distance.

"Song, the camp is just ahead!" He couldn't hide his joy.

Just forty minutes ago, they were surrounded and their fate was uncertain.

Victory is now within reach.

Once they land in the opposition army's camp and hand over Noel to them, the deal will be done. All that's left is to head north to take over the mines and territory.

"We made it!"

Ferrari was somewhat excited. He reached out and patted Song Heping on the shoulder, his voice suddenly becoming choked with emotion.

The phrase "we succeeded" refers not only to all the actions taken during the coup.

That means that, after losing its base in the Middle East and losing all its defense contracts after Song Heping was placed on the KB list, "Musician" defense, through the hard work of these old brothers, has managed to gain a foothold in the ancient land of Africa in the two years since.

It can now be said that even if it loses all its business and markets outside of Africa, "Musician" Defence can still thrive.

This is the starting point for returning to the top.

It is also the capital to start everything from scratch.

Having this capital means that everything can start over.

This means that neither the CIA nor the "Elders" who have been hunting down people like him can do anything about him.

"Yes, we succeeded."

Song Heping noticed Ferrari's maneuvering and nodded to his good partner in agreement.

The helicopter slowly landed on the open ground of the camp, the roar of the rotor gradually diminished, and finally fell silent.

Song Heping unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the door, and was the first to jump out of the helicopter.

"Noel, come down."

Song Heping walked to the rear cabin door and called out to Noel inside.

Inside the cabin, Noel looked up, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but finally, urged by Song Heping, he slowly stood up and walked out of the cabin.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt dizzy and swayed, almost falling over.

Song Heping reached out and supported him, saying in a low voice, "Don't go weak in the knees. As long as you announce your resignation and hand over power, you probably won't die."

Noel glanced blankly at Song Heping, but before he could speak, a large group of soldiers swarmed around him.

"Song! You're finally back."

Lumar strode forward, then turned to introduce Song Heping: "This is General Dur, the supreme leader of our opposition. He has come to greet you personally!"

Song Heping smiled slightly at Du Er, and the two shook hands.

"I brought Noel as agreed."

Lumar turned his gaze to Noel, a cold glint in his eyes.

He stepped forward, grabbed Noel by the collar, and pulled him away from Song Heping: "President Noel, welcome to our camp."

Noel struggled for a moment, but was quickly restrained by two tall and strong soldiers, unable to move.

His eyes were filled with terror. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

"Take him away and keep an eye on him!"

Duer waved his hand, and the soldiers carried Noel away.

Song Heping stood there watching Noel's departing figure, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He knew that Noel's fate was no longer in his own hands.

"You take a rest first, we need to talk to Noel."

Duer's smile was brighter than the rising sun.

"I will be hosting a banquet tonight. Mr. Song, you must do me the honor of coming to my tent so that I can express my respect for you."

"it is good."

Song Heping hadn't slept a wink all night in Butare, and now he was truly feeling a wave of exhaustion.

"I really need to take a cold shower."

He tugged at his clothes and sniffed them under his nostrils.

"I feel like a piece of spoiled bread right now."

After they parted, an adjutant stepped forward.

"Mr. Song, this way please. We have arranged a place for you to rest."

The group turned and followed the adjutant toward their tents.

Jiang Feng suddenly turned around and glanced in the direction Noel had left, then asked Song Heping, "Do you think that former president will be executed? I've heard that after coups in these African countries, the former presidents usually suffer terrible fates."

Song Heping couldn't help but look back as well. Suddenly, a strange feeling flashed through his mind, and his right eyebrow twitched for no reason.

(End of this chapter)