Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 913 Desperate Battle
The aftershocks of the explosion still echoed deep in his eardrums. Song Heping shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the dizziness that made the world spin.

His mouth was filled with a rusty, bloody taste. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and found that his hands had been cut in several places by broken glass.

Looking up, all the glass windows had been blown away, and the east wall of the second floor had collapsed, turning half of the second floor into a terrace...

Although the vehicle exploded in front of the police station, the sheer force of the explosion was astonishing.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see anything.

"Everyone report the situation!"

He turned back and shouted hoarsely into the darkness.

"Jiang Feng, minor injuries."

"Utkin, it's alright."

Hussein

The sheriff's voice came through the smoke.

"I'm alive."

Song Heping groped his way to pick up the fallen AK-12; the barrel was incredibly hot.

Through the billowing smoke, he saw that the police station gate had been blasted open with a three-meter-wide gap, and twisted steel bars stretched outward like injured tentacles.

The entire police station compound was razed to the ground.

Further away, a dozen dark figures were rapidly approaching under the cover of night.

"Free Army! Main gate!" Jiang Feng had already set up his assault rifle, the scope on the gun reflecting a faint flash of light.

Song Heping stumbled to the top of the stairs and glanced down at the lobby.

The police station's lobby on the first floor was now like hell—most of the ceiling had collapsed, exposed wires were sparking, and the bodies of two SWAT officers were buried under concrete rubble, with only their legs sticking out.

The five or six surviving police officers were frantically building a defensive line, with one of the young officers kneeling on the ground, futilely pressing on his colleague's bleeding neck wound.

"Utkin, the highest point on the third floor!"

Song Heping gave a stern order.

"Jiang Feng, guard the left corridor! Hussein, have your men block the right passage!"

Da da da da——

Before the words were even finished, the first wave of bullets had already come whistling through the air.

7.62mm bullets pierced through the now unobstructed windows and entered the room, instantly covering the walls with honeycomb-like bullet holes.

Song Heping rolled to the side and landed behind the reception desk, with flying marble shards grazing his cheek.

The sound of bullets colliding indoors was chilling.

These indoor ricochets can be deadly!

"Allahukaba!"

Outside the building, frenzied shouts came from all directions.

By the light from the burning car wreckage, Song Heping saw at least thirty armed men spread out in a fan shape. Some of them were wearing mismatched military uniforms, while others were dressed in civilian clothes. The only thing they had in common was that they all had black headscarves with white tadpole-like characters on them.

"boom!"

Utkin's SVDS sniper rifle emitted a deadly stab.

Three hundred meters away, an armed man carrying an RPG fell to the ground. The rocket shot into the sky at an angle, exploding into a brilliant fireball in mid-air.

"pretty!"

Jiang Feng exclaimed in admiration, while simultaneously killing an enemy who was attempting to advance with a three-round burst.

The bullet pierced the opponent's forehead precisely, exploding a bowl-sized hole in the back of his head.

Song Heping adjusted his breathing and firmly pressed the butt of the AK-12 against his shoulder.

His first target was a commander-like figure waving a pistol.

The crosshair was firmly locked onto the opponent's chest, and the moment the trigger was pulled, three 5.45mm bullets flew out in a triangular pattern.

The first shot shattered the target's collarbone, the second pierced the lung, and the third struck the heart directly.

The man collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

The next five minutes became a feast of slaughter.

The outcome was a foregone conclusion when well-trained special forces clashed with fanatical militia.

With each shot from Utkin's sniper rifle, an enemy fell; Jiang Feng's precise bursts blocked the entire left-side passage; Song Heping was like a ruthless killing machine, each bullet taking a life.

Soon, more than twenty corpses lay scattered on the open ground in front of the police station.

"They've retreated!"

A special police officer downstairs shouted excitedly.

Song Heping frowned. It was too easy.

The Free Army won't just give up like this.
call out--

Chi chi chi——

A strange whooshing sound came from the air.

"Mortar!"

Jiang Feng's voice boomed in the conference room.

boom--

The first shell landed in the flower bed to the right of the police station, and the shockwave from the explosion made the entire building tremble.

"Watch out! They're testing the fire!"

Song Heping knew mortars all too well.

If there's one of these, there will definitely be two.

The first shot will definitely be a test shot to observe the landing point and adjust the sights and distance.

The real show is about to begin.

Sure enough, about twenty seconds after the first shell landed.

Then came the second and third shots.
The shells fell like raindrops, each one precisely correcting its landing point.

These were not amateurs, Song Heping immediately realized—the other side had professional artillery observers.

"Everyone retreat to the first-floor lobby! Abandon the outer defenses!"

He roared at the top of his lungs.

If the enemy has mortars, holding the airspace is a fatal choice.

You must enter the building.

Otherwise, no matter how many sandbags and fortifications are placed in the yard, it will be of no use.

boom--

An 82mm mortar shell pierced through the window and crashed into the second-floor corridor. The violent explosion turned three SWAT officers hiding behind the corridor wall into mangled pieces.

Hussein's left ear was half-severed by shrapnel, and blood streamed down his neck and into his collar, but he still managed to drag a wounded officer backward. Song Heping was the last to retreat into the hall. Just as he slipped inside, an RPG hit the spot where he had just been standing.

The scorching heatwave knocked him to the ground, his back slamming heavily against the wall.

He groaned, feeling as if at least one of his ribs had been cracked.

"They're coming up!"

Jiang Feng, who had retreated behind the pillars in the lobby on the first floor, shouted.

Song Heping struggled to his feet and saw through the thick smoke that at least fifty armed men were rushing in from three directions at the same time.

This time they were smarter; instead of shouting slogans, they advanced silently and deadly. Even more terrifying, Song Heping saw two DShK heavy machine guns mounted on a pickup truck, their 12.7mm muzzles pointed directly at the police station gate.

"Don't go into the main hall! Hide in the room behind the hall! Prepare for close combat!"

Song Heping clicked as he replaced the magazine with a new one.

"They outnumber us, aim for vital areas and fire, conserve ammunition as much as possible!"

The moment the first wave of enemies stormed into the hall, the battle turned into a bloody melee.

Jiang Feng blasted the upper bodies of the two leaders with a shotgun; Utkin had already thrown away his sniper rifle and picked up an AKM assault rifle from somewhere, and was taking cover in the stairwell between the first and second floors, firing precise shots.

The first group of about seven or eight Free Army soldiers who rushed into the police station lobby were quickly knocked to the ground and became corpses.

Then a second wave poured in.

Gunfire rang out again.

A fierce firefight broke out between the two sides inside the hall.

Thirty seconds later, more corpses appeared on the ground...

Before everyone could catch their breath, the third wave rushed in...

Song Heping emptied the magazine and, without even having time to quickly change it, immediately drew his Glock 17 pistol and killed three enemies in quick succession at extremely close range.

A burly man with a full beard suddenly lunged at him from the side. Song Heping dodged to the side and drew his tactical dagger, stabbing it precisely into the man's eye socket.

"Change the magazine!"

He yelled and ducked back behind the wall, quickly changing the magazine of his assault rifle.

Jiang Feng quickly came to the rescue and took down the two Free Army soldiers who charged at him.

"Are these guys all on drugs? How can they be so crazy?!"

His voice trembled slightly.

It must be admitted that people in extremist groups are sometimes truly fearless.

These guys don't value their own lives.

"There are too many of them, I estimate there are two hundred!"

Utkin roared, "Suka! Everyone, save a grenade for yourselves! Hahahaha!"

The GRU major was now in a killing frenzy.

Judging from his tone, he hadn't expected to leave alive.

But there are too many enemies.

For every one that falls, two more are made to fill the vacancy.

The police force's defenses are shrinking, and fewer than five special police officers remain.

Hussein was shot in the right arm and could only awkwardly shoot with his left hand; Jiang Feng's forehead was cut open by shrapnel, and blood covered his right eye; Utkin had run out of bullets and could only use his SVD sniper rifle as a rifle to continue fighting.

"This can't go on like this!"

Jiang Feng wiped away the blood that had smeared onto the corner of his eye.

We have to think of a way!

"Hussein, does your police station have any secret passages or back doors?"

Song Heping stood behind the wall and loudly questioned Hussein.

"There's a basement! It used to be used to transport secret prisoners. There's a passageway that leads to the main street next door, and there's an exit there!"

"Prepare to retreat! We can't hold this place!"

Song Heping threw a grenade toward the door and immediately turned to approach Hussein.

"Jiang Feng, go find our people and see how many are still alive!"

"All dead!"

Jiang Feng shouted in the darkness.

"Fuck your mother!"

He is now furious.

They had barely arrived in Syria, and before they could even begin rescuing the cook, three of their fellow special operations mercenaries had already been killed here…

It has to be said that he is feeling very dejected right now.

The chaos in Celia was completely beyond imagination.

This is a real war.

Just as the group was preparing to leave, they suddenly heard the muffled sound of machine gun fire in the distance.

Everything——

Everything——

Everything——

That wasn't the rat-a-tat-tat sound of an AK series machine gun, but rather the dull, three-round burst characteristic of a DShK machine gun.

bang bang bang-

bang bang bang-

bang bang bang-

Then came the roar of the BMP-2 infantry fighting vehicle's 30mm cannon, the whistling sound of shells tearing through the air causing everyone to involuntarily shrink back.

"Government troops! It's government reinforcements!"

The familiar gunshot made a blood-covered SWAT officer exclaim in surprise.

Song Heping risked peeking out.

Sure enough, the Free Army soldiers outside had completely stopped their attack.

At the end of the street, three BMP-2s painted in desert camouflage were advancing, spitting fire, followed by at least a company of government soldiers.

Caught off guard, the Free Army's formation was thrown into chaos.

The dozens of Free Army soldiers who had already pushed their way to the outside of the compound turned around and started firing wildly in the direction from which the BMP-2 infantry fighting vehicle was coming.

"Fight back! Tear these bastards' asses apart!"

Song Heping was the first to rush out of the hall.

(End of this chapter)