Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 914 Tiger Regiment

"Three o'clock on the right! RPG!"

Jiang Feng's roar came between the gunshots.

Song Heping reflexively rolled over, the rocket grazed the MOLLE webbing of his tactical vest, and exploded five meters behind him.

The shockwave made his eardrums ache. He spat out the sand in his mouth, raised his gun, and pinned the militant carrying the launcher to the wall—three 5.45×39mm 7N22 armor-piercing rounds pierced the man's chest cavity in succession, blooming into three bloody flowers on the brick wall behind him.

This time, most of the ammunition provided by Utkin to Song Heping and others was armor-piercing rounds.

After all, the people chasing him were GRU agents, and they were all wearing thick bulletproof vests.

Plain steel bullets are gradually becoming inadequate for penetrating body armor; to ensure a one-shot kill, armor-piercing bullets are needed.

7N22（5.45BP）穿甲弹在1998年出现。弹头重56.9格令，使用U12A高碳钢制作重27格令的尖头钢芯，保留了弹尖的铅块，穿透力非常优秀。

"A government infantry company is encircling them!"

Utkin's voice came from the broken window on the second floor, the muzzle flash of the Russian-made SVDS sniper rifle standing out conspicuously in the night.

"The Free Army is in retreat!"

Song Heping turned and shouted, "Jiang Feng, take the SWAT team and block off the west alley entrance! Don't let them..."

bang bang bang-

bang bang bang-

The words have not yet fallen.

The BMP-2's 30mm cannon suddenly roared, and its large-caliber armor-piercing rounds cut six rebels in half as they tried to escape from the direction of the gas station.

Intestines and bits of meat hung from the twisted railing, swaying back and forth in the gusts of air from the machine gun shells.

"Hold"

A young special police officer named Amir, who was hiding behind the ruins by the door, knelt down on the ground, his face as white as snow.

As a city SWAT officer, he had never seen such a brutal scene.

Song Heping grabbed the rookie, who was experiencing combat for the first time, and pushed him behind cover: "Go to the second floor and set up the PKM on the windowsill! Fire long bursts to intercept those Free Army soldiers trying to escape, and let them complete the encirclement!"

He pried open the other man's clenched fist, patted him on the shoulder, and instructed him in the tone of a veteran advising a rookie: "Remember, take a deep breath before pulling the trigger, fire in bursts, don't spray randomly."

The tide of battle turned within fifteen minutes.

Three BMP-2s formed a wedge-shaped attack formation, with the fire range of their roof-mounted cannons covering the entire street.

Government infantry advanced using skillful small-group offensive tactics.

The Free Army's suicidal charge turned into a one-sided massacre in the face of the regular army, and the surviving rebels began to flee towards the sewage treatment plant in the east of the city.

"Tiger Regiment, First Company! Charge!"

A squad of soldiers wearing tiger head armbands in camouflage uniforms emerged from the thick smoke. The officer in charge was holding an AK-74M equipped with a GP-25 grenade launcher, and the tiger emblem on the stock of the rifle gleamed in the firelight.

Behind him were two machine gunners carrying PKP machine guns, the 7.62×54mmR ammunition belts rattling as they ran.

Tiger Regiment?
Song Heping's pupils suddenly contracted—this reminded him of the Night Tiger Regiment, and any unit codenamed after a tiger was generally quite fierce.

Judging from the tactical performance of this suddenly appearing company-level government army, they truly deserve the title of "Tiger".

It seems that I don't need to coordinate the attack; the opponent can handle it on their own.

He quickly turned around and shouted, "Attention everyone, friendly forces advance! Repeat, friendly forces advance! Don't go out, stay at the police station and cooperate with the interception!"

Going out to pursue the Free Army at this point is clearly not a wise choice.

In the darkness, it is difficult to distinguish friend from foe, and neither side has an identification system or joint training, making it extremely easy for friendly fire to occur.

As it turned out, Song Heping's judgment was correct.

The battle was over in less than fifteen minutes.

The final resistance ended at 03:17.

Utkin leaned closer and whispered, "The Tiger Regiment is a new and elite force, they're tough to fight. Their main force should be in Aleppo, so why are they here?"

"Hussein!"

Song Heping greeted Hussein.

"Go and meet with them."

"it is good."

Hussein slung the gun behind his back, raised his hands, and walked out of the police station.

"We are the SWAT team of the Latakia Police Department, and I am Captain Hussein! Don't shoot! We're on the same side!"

On the street in the distance, the muzzle of the gun that had been aimed at Hussein lowered.

While Hussein was out making negotiations, Song Heping quickly gave Jiang Feng the order: "Let's take inventory of the ammunition."

As he spoke, he unfastened the quick-release buckle on his tactical vest. There was a dent on the left side of the ballistic plate on the back, with a piece of shrapnel stuck in it, probably from when the RPG rocket exploded.

I was lucky; apart from this injury, the rest were just abrasions, nothing serious.

Hussein returned quickly. He was accompanied by a large bearded man.

The newcomer was slightly thin, but had piercing eyes, a chiseled face, and a commanding presence.

"Are you from Wakner?"

He asked the question as soon as he opened his mouth.

Song Heping nodded.

Utkin stepped forward and extended his hand: "That's right, I am Wakner's vice commander."

The bearded man shook his hand and introduced himself: "My name is Hassan, the commander of the Tiger Regiment." He pointed behind him, "These are all my men."

"us……"

Hussein originally intended to invite everyone inside to talk.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard a violent explosion in the distance.

Rumbling--

This explosion was unlike any other.

It was definitely not the kind of noise that could be caused by ordinary mortar shells or machine guns.

Song Heping looked in the direction of the explosion and saw a huge fireball in the night sky in the distance of the city, seemingly turning half the sky red.

"High-yield aerial bomb!"

For someone who had once used an SU-24 armed with KAB-500 high-explosive bombs to bomb Colombian local armed forces, that kind of explosion was all too familiar.

Soon, the shockwave reached the location of the police station.

The building was whipped up by a powerful blast of air, and the already precarious window frames were shaken off...

"Russian forces have begun airstrikes!"

Commander Hassan yanked the radio off his shoulder and yelled, "Everyone to the police station!"

Flames engulfed a temple two blocks away.

Standing in front of the collapsed wall on the second floor of the police station, Song Heping saw Hassan and Hussein's lips moving, their faces ashen.

Perhaps the temple was sacred to them, but the Free Army guys knew that too. They must have chosen it as a refuge from the air raids, but they didn't expect the Russians to completely ignore it and bomb it without a care for any holy sites or such nonsense.

"Commander, the Russian army has called, requesting that we set up our own target markers to avoid accidental bombing."

The Tiger Regiment's communications officer appeared beside them, panting as he reported the urgent telegram he had just received.

"Laser guidance systems will be installed on the police station roof!"

"Have Sarah do it right away."

Hassan kept his eyes fixed on the fire caused by the explosion in the distance, and issued the order expressionlessly.

Song Heping could see the pain in his expression.

This is their own country.

My own city.

His own temple.

But so what?

If the Russian army doesn't bomb, then whether Latakia can be held is another matter.

They bombed it. Every bombing destroyed the facilities that their own country had built on this land.

This is an extremely contradictory kind of pain.

"Colonel."

Song Heping wanted to change the subject, so he asked, "Are you here to defend Latakia?"

His intention was to ask Hassan if he could borrow another decent armored vehicle.

Because he saw that Hassan's troops were equipped with BPM-97 wheeled armored personnel carriers.

This vehicle officially entered service with the Russian Army in 1997, primarily used as an armored personnel carrier for border patrol. It is equipped with an 8-cylinder, 240-horsepower turbocharged diesel engine, achieving a top speed of 90 km/h. The armored vehicle can be fitted with a single-person turret, which can be armed with a 30mm autocannon or a 12.7mm heavy machine gun.

The Syrian military purchased a batch of these weapons a few years ago and equipped some reconnaissance units.

Having one is much better than driving a flimsy pickup truck or SUV.

"We're just passing through," Hassan said, still gazing into the distance.

Perhaps feeling it was impolite to speak without looking at people, he paused and then said, "Our destination is Deir ez-Zor."

"Deir ezul!?"

Song Heping and Utkin's eyes lit up in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)