Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 918 Bloodbath in Isriye

"They're civilians!"

Once the machine gunners in each vehicle were in position and ready to fire, Song Heping immediately issued a reminder over the walkie-talkie.

"Don't shoot!"

Hearing Song Heping's reminder, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Through the binoculars, Song Heping could clearly see that they were ordinary people from Syria, young and old, men and women. Some were pulling carts, while others had large, bulging bags of clothes wrapped in sheets on their heads.

"The city of Isriyah is just ahead."

The driver pointed to the town ahead.

"Well, be careful."

Song Heping remembered this town on the map.

This is a town about 100 kilometers from the port of Latakia.

It is the gateway to Latakia and the only route from Latakia to Deir ez-Zor.

He took out a map, compared it with the surroundings, determined the approximate coordinates, and then picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Attention all vehicles, once you enter the city, try to pass through as quickly as possible and do not linger in the city."

The convoy sped forward and soon merged with the crowd.

Through the car window, Song Heping looked at the people on the roadside.

Fear filled everyone's eyes. Upon seeing these heavily armed armored personnel carriers, they instinctively retreated to the side of the road.

A child was pulling a wooden cart, walking alone with his head down.

There was a dirty blanket on the bus, and it seemed that a corpse was covered under the blanket, because Song Heping saw a pair of bloodstained feet sticking out from the corner of the blanket, with blackened toenails, indicating that the person had been dead for some time.

"Attention everyone, these are fleeing civilians. Many of them are injured and appear to have escaped from towns to the east, which means there must be a firefight ahead. Stay alert, all spotters in your vehicles, keep a close watch on your surroundings and remain vigilant."

Song Heping was worried that the young soldiers in the "Death Squad" lacked experience, so he reminded them again.

The convoy slowly approached the town entrance, and the outlines of the buildings became clearer and clearer.

More and more people seemed to be leaving the city, and the dense crowds forced the convoy to slow down again.

On the lead car, the driver honked the horn incessantly, and finally couldn't help but roll down the window, waving frantically at the crowd blocking the way, shouting, "Get out of the way! Move aside! Move aside! We need to get through!"

The crowd stirred slightly and then began to move toward the roadside.

In their eyes, Song Heping saw exhaustion and numbness in addition to fear.

His homeland was engulfed in war, his place of survival destroyed by gunfire, all the possessions he had accumulated over half a lifetime were gone, and his future was bleak...

He recalled seeing the same look in the eyes of many people on the roadside when he first arrived in Bakhta.

War, civil strife.

It is the most fatal thing for a country.

Those ambitious individuals who create such disasters under the guise of fighting for freedom should be executed by firing squad.

The driver's shouts caught Song Heping's attention.

He turned around and yelled at the driver, "Pull your head back in!"

"I……"

The driver froze for a moment, then turned around to explain, but the next second his head shattered with a crack—

Then Song Heping heard the gunshot.

bah—

"Sniper!"

He immediately shouted into the walkie-talkie.

The target was hit first, then the gunshot was heard.

Although the difference between the two was very brief, it was still impossible for a seasoned veteran like Song Heping to hide his true colors.

Exclude wind speed and wind resistance.

The sniping position is within 500 meters!

He quickly glanced ahead.

There are many buildings.

But the two tallest five-story buildings in the distance seem to be the most suspicious.

"Two gray five-story buildings 500 meters ahead, machine gun suppression!"

After saying that, he grabbed the dead driver, threw him into the troop transport compartment in the back, and sat down in the driver's seat himself.

bah—

Another bullet hit the car.

The bullet struck the windshield.

The BMP-97 armored personnel carrier is called an armored personnel carrier because its entire body is equipped with steel armor, providing comprehensive protection. It can withstand 7.62mm machine gun fire, and the thickest part of the bulletproof steel plate reaches 25mm. It also has a certain degree of protection against 12.7mm caliber machine guns.

Furthermore, the vehicle is equipped with an explosion-proof V-shaped chassis to protect it from impacts from landmines and other explosives.

This is why Song Heping borrowed these three armored personnel carriers from Hassan for transportation. While Russia's equipment may not be sophisticated, it is not to say that it is not durable.

Snapped--

The bullet left a crater in the windshield.

Song Heping ignored it and shifted gears and stepped on the gas.

The BMP-97 troop carrier's engine roared like a bull in heat, and it surged forward.

"Follow me, charge in!"

They rushed into the city, found cover, and then got out of the car to find a sniper.

This is the royal way.

Parking in the middle of the road makes you a sitting duck. If there are rocket launcher operators lying in ambush in nearby buildings, even a light armored personnel carrier can't withstand an RPG rocket. If it hits even once, everyone in the vehicle will probably be killed!

The machine guns on the roofs of the two vehicles behind began to roar.

Everything——

Everything——

Everything——

In the distance, two gray buildings continuously splattered cement dust, creating clouds of smoke.

bah—

Just as the vehicle had traveled a dozen meters, one of the panicked people in front of it suddenly collapsed.

bah—

Then a second shot rang out.

Another woman fell in the middle of the road.

Song Heping had no choice but to stop the car.

"mean!"

Song Heping immediately realized that the other side was deliberately shooting at the civilians and then using the fallen civilians to block the vehicles from moving forward.

The sniper's objective was clear—to trap Song Heping and his team's car in the middle of the road, rendering it immobile.

Song Heping's hair immediately stood on end.

A tremendous danger is approaching.

bah—

As another gunshot rang out, the machine gunner in Song Heping's car slid back into the vehicle like a thoroughly cooked noodle.

Jiang Feng flipped him over, glanced at him, and shouted, "Dead!"

Song Heping knew that there was no time to waste.

There were already three bodies of ordinary people lying in front of them.

One of them wasn't quite dead yet and was still wailing on the road.

But it was too late. He gritted his teeth, slammed on the gas, and yelled, "Follow me!"

The BMP-97 armored vehicle roared once more, charging forward like a ferocious beast.

A few seconds later, the car jolted violently.

And then it happened again.

Just one more time...

The horrific image of a corpse being crushed by a giant wheel flashed through Song Heping's mind.

But now it's either you die or I live.

There was no time to explain to the public.

This is the only way to save my own life and the lives of my companions!

The surrounding residents have learned their lesson this time.

Seeing the armored vehicles charging forward recklessly, they were terrified, like deer being chased by wild beasts on the African savanna, and fled the road for their lives.

The convoy quickly reached a building. Song Heping turned the car behind the wall, opened the door and got out quickly. Holding an AK-12 assault rifle, he shouted at Jiang Feng, "You organize fire support here and draw their fire. These guys are newbies, they're probably still in the same spot."

After saying that, he turned to Utkin and Imes and said, "Utkin, come with me. Imes, you take three men and search from the left to cover my flank. Keep an eye out for rocket launcher operators in the surrounding buildings."

Utkin followed.

Song Heping didn't waste any time.

We've already gotten a general idea of ​​what the town looks like.

My judgment was correct.

Identify the location by sound.

This was a regular training subject when we were in Unit 203.

Under different terrain conditions, it is considered a success if one can discern the approximate location of an enemy sniper within two bullets while being attacked by the sniper.

Now, all the skills I've learned are being put to use.

The two quickly moved through different buildings toward the suspicious building.

One minute later.

Song Heping stopped in front of the five-story building on the left.

He raised his fist to signal Utkin to stop, then pointed to the rooftop and then to his ear.

Utkin nodded to indicate that he understood.

The two stood at the base of the wall, listening intently.

bah—

Gunshots were heard from upstairs.

Song Heping understood this time.

He pointed to another five-story building.

"There."

"superior."

Without much small talk, the two quickly found the entrance to the five-story building on the right.

This is a private building.

The structure of the building suggests that it was once a large family in this town.

However, the inside is now a complete mess.

Rubble from the explosion was everywhere, along with broken furniture.

Song Heping quickly found the stairs.

The two tried their best not to make any more noise by stepping on the scraps in their combat boots, and began to go upstairs like ghosts.

They are all top-notch individuals who came from the old Trump regime, and their tactical maneuvers of covering each other are skillful and fluid.

We arrived at the fourth floor.

It encountered no obstacles whatsoever.

At this moment, Song Heping was even more certain that the sniper inside the building was a novice.

Although his marksmanship was decent, he had definitely not received rigorous, formal military training.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have left no traps or sent anyone to guard the area, and instead just stayed on the fifth-floor rooftop, solely focused on killing people.

It seems that the members of the various opposition armed groups involved in this civil war in Syria are not very skilled in combat; they only have a fierce determination.

The two slowed their breathing and slowly made their way up the stairs to the fifth-floor rooftop.

Outside the small door leading to the rooftop, Song Heping peeked out slightly, checked the situation, and confirmed that there were no tripwires or other traps. Then he spotted two snipers lying behind the rooftop railing.

Both men were carrying SVD sniper rifles and had drilled holes in the wall to mount their rifles for sniping.

Although the view from the cave entrance is limited, it doesn't matter since there's only one road leading to the town.

One person was still firing wildly, engrossed in the shootout.

The other man placed his gun aside, knelt on the ground, and held an artillery observation scope, extending the lens beyond the fence to observe the direction of the convoy.

Song Heping nodded to Utkin, and the two rushed onto the roof at the same time.

This time, the two snipers heard footsteps.

The person holding the observation scope suddenly turned around, startling the person so much that the scope fell to the ground.

The other man turned around and saw Song Heping, but it was too late to turn his gun around. He instinctively raised his hands to surrender.

But Song Heping didn't give him a chance.

bang bang——

A single shot blew the top of his head off.

Utkin's assault rifle also spewed flames at the same time.

The sniper, who had just turned around and dropped his scope, instinctively reached for the SVD sniper rifle lying on the ground. Before he could even touch the gun, Utkin fired three bullets, pinning him to the wall. His body slid slowly down the wall, leaving a large bloodstain.

Song Heping stepped forward, kicked the gun aside, and checked the other person's breath.

"died."

Utkin made his judgment.

"Totally dead."

Song Heping's gaze fell on the faces of the two snipers.

But both faces were covered by black headscarves and scarves.

He reached out and pulled off the scarf.

Two very young faces were revealed.

In China, this would be considered a minor, definitely under eighteen years old.

At such an age, he became a ruthless sniper...

Utkin said, "This is the man from 1515."

Song Heping's heart sank slightly.

If the 1515 militants have already approached Isriyah, it means they have breached this key gateway town to the port of Latakia.

So, Deir ez-Zor and Asara, which are nearly 300 kilometers away from here...

Da da da--

blah blah-

Before Song Heping could pull himself out of his thoughts, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out from not far away.

Song Heping subconsciously moved closer to the fence wall.

After listening for a moment, he said to Utkin, "There are still their people here. I guess they've exchanged fire with the Eames people."

Suddenly, Eames' voice came through the walkie-talkie: "We've encountered the enemy and are engaged in firefight! Requesting backup!"

(End of this chapter)