Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 929 Ambush in the Hamdaniya Valley (1)

More than 800 remaining 1515 extremists in Mosul poured out of various buildings like mad dogs being whipped, jumping onto vehicles in chaos and fear.

Dilapidated pickup trucks, civilian trucks equipped with heavy machine guns, and several captured government armored vehicles roared shrilly, their headlights piercing the dust-filled streets.

Qaza jumped into the lead armed pickup truck, stood in the machine gunner's position, brandishing his AK-47 and roaring hysterically, "For Allah! For the Caliph! Pursue them! Kill them all!"

This pursuing convoy, a mixture of fanaticism, fear, and violence, billowed up clouds of dust and surged out of Mosul's dilapidated gates like a raging venomous dragon.

Soon, they found the footprints and messy tire tracks left by the militia as they retreated on the ground outside the city. Without exception, all the tire tracks and footprints plunged into the boundless darkness to the south.

"It must be the 'Liberation Forces'! They're Samir's men!"

Qazar stood in the bumpy back of the wagon, staring intently south.

The northwest of Iligoro is now entirely under the control of the 1515 militia. The only group that dares to oppose them is the "Iligoro Liberation Forces," a militia group that has retreated to the south.

The night wind blew across his face, which was covered in sweat and dust, and his adrenaline surged wildly through his body.

"Chase them as fast as you can! They don't have as many cars as we do, and some of them are on foot! We can catch up with them in less than an hour!"

He only wanted to catch up with the attackers, tear them apart in the most brutal way, and wash away the shame of the stronghold being attacked with a bloody victory.

After all, in the 1515 armed forces, the losers were considered incompetent and their fate was not much better than that of prisoners.

Almost at the same time that Qazar's convoy sped out of Mosul, dozens of kilometers away, in a secluded depression on the outskirts of Hamdaniya, Samir's satellite phone carried the low but excited voice of the forward observation post: "'Sandstorm!' 'Sandstorm!' The target has emerged! A large number of vehicles, heading south at full speed along the planned route! Repeat, the venomous snake has emerged and is pouncing on the trap!"

"Roger! Continue surveillance, remain concealed!"

Samir's voice remained calm and steady, but his hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

Become!

The first step was a success!

A surge of scalding heat rushed to the top of his head, only to be quickly suppressed by icy rationality.

He suddenly stood up and looked around.

In the depression, in the darkness, countless eyes were watching him, like a pack of wolves lurking in the grass, their gazes gleaming with tension, anticipation, and a desperate determination.

These eyes belong to militia fighters from different tribes and factions. They are poorly equipped, many of them have worn the AK-47 stocks until they are shiny, and their clothes are covered with oil and dust.

At this moment, they are gathered here because of a shared hatred and goal, but the shadow of fear has not completely dissipated. The infamous reputation and cruel methods of 1515 weigh heavily on everyone's hearts like a heavy lead weight.

Samir took a deep breath, the biting night wind filling his lungs.

He jumped onto a slightly higher embankment and turned on his powerful flashlight.

A blinding beam of light suddenly pierced the darkness, like a spotlight on a stage, instantly fixing all eyes on him.

He raised the megaphone, and the sound boomed across the silent depression like rolling thunder:
"Brothers! Eagles of Iligo!"

His voice was hoarse with excitement, yet it contained the power of a volcanic eruption.

“Look at the land beneath your feet! Smell the scent in the wind! This is the land of our ancestors! The land that nurtured us! But now, it has been taken over by a swarm of scorpions that have crawled out of hell! They defile our mosques, slaughter our loved ones, and drag our sisters into the abyss!”

He pointed sharply north toward Mosul, where the horizon still bore the marks of gunfire and the dark red glow of burning.

"Just now, we smashed their fangs in Mosul with vengeful artillery fire! Now, their leader, that executioner Qazar stained with the blood of our compatriots, is like a mad dog whose tail has been thrashed, charging towards us with his remaining claws!"

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the faces that appeared particularly resolute or tense under the bright light, like that of a hawk.

"They thought we were lambs to the slaughter! They thought we would be terrified by their fearsome reputation! They were wrong! Utterly wrong!"

Samir's voice suddenly rose, carrying a metallic clang: "Tonight, right here in Hamdaniye! Right here in this valley beneath our feet! We will wash away the shame of Iligo with their blood! With their bones, we will tell all those who attempt to enslave us—the people of Iligo will never yield!"

"God is great!" he shouted, raising his arms.

After a brief silence, a thunderous response erupted from the depression:
"God is the greatest!!!"

"For home!"

"For our deceased loved ones!"

"Kill them all!"

The long-suppressed anger, the trampled dignity, the longing for loved ones, and the desire for revenge were all ignited at this moment!

"All squads! Move into ambush positions immediately according to the pre-arranged plan! Quickly!"

Samir turned off his flashlight, and the depression instantly returned to darkness, leaving only the sounds of countless hurried footsteps and the clanging of weapons, like a surging tide of steel in the night, quickly and orderly merging into the rugged rocks on both sides of the Hamdaniya River Valley, and soon disappearing from sight.

A vast, deadly web of death quietly unfolds in the darkest hour before dawn.

Around the valley, soldiers of the Iligor militia lay silently behind dark rocks and mounds of earth, completely blending into the darkness.

Time crawled silently in the waiting, each second like a stretched steel wire, taut on the nerves of every lurker.

On the eastern horizon, the deathly pale dawn finally began to painstakingly seep into the inky black night.

In the dim light of day, the outline of the Hamdaniya River Valley can be vaguely seen—steep slopes covered with weathered rock walls and low thorns on both sides, with a relatively flat, dry riverbed in the middle, like a crack in the earth.

The roar of the engine grew louder as it approached, gradually transforming from a low thud into a deafening roar, shattering the tranquility of the valley in the early morning.

Qaza's pursuing convoy finally appeared at the entrance to the northern end of the valley.

The first few dilapidated pickup trucks were billowing black smoke from their hoods, and their cargo beds were crammed with armed men with black headscarves and various weapons. Their faces showed a mixture of exhaustion, irritability, and a hint of bewilderment.

Following behind were several trucks equipped with heavy machine guns, as well as two old-fashioned armored personnel carriers painted with the black 1515 logo, their tracks emitting a heavy metallic scraping sound.

The convoy moved haphazardly, like a bloated and restless giant python, plunging headlong into the narrow valley.

"Boss, the valley ahead is very narrow, with hillsides on both sides..."

Suddenly, in the pickup truck at the front of the convoy, a junior officer responsible for reconnaissance, looking at the increasingly confined terrain ahead, felt a strong sense of unease and couldn't help but speak up to Qazar, who was anxiously looking around through binoculars. "Shut up!"

Qazar abruptly interrupted him, the telescope showing only the empty riverbed ahead and the silent mountain cliffs on either side.

The humiliation of being ambushed earlier made him restless, and he longed for a massacre to vent his frustration and prove himself.

The reconnaissance team ahead confirmed that the footprints and tire tracks pointed to this location.

His manic and agitated state caused him to lose his mind.

"They're right ahead! A pack of stragglers! Speed ​​up! Charge through them! Run them over!"

He waved his arms and roared.

The convoy was forced to slow down in the narrow river channel, becoming a jumbled mess.

The pickup truck's engine roared, and the armored vehicle's tracks rolled over gravel, making a piercing noise.

Just as most of the convoy was trapped at the bottom of the narrowest part of the valley, where the ambush positions on both sides were most heavily armed—

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot rang out, like tearing fabric, abruptly piercing the stagnant air! The sound came from behind a towering boulder on the eastern side of the valley.

Gunshots are the signal!

boom--

boom--

boom--

Explosions from both ends of the valley, accompanied by the sound of rocks collapsing, sent dust billowing into the night sky.

The explosives that had been planted long ago blew up the rock walls on both sides of the valley entrance, blocking the entrance and exit—this is an old trick of trapping the dog by closing the door!
The tactic may be old, but it works!
The silent valley was instantly ignited!

"beat!!!"

Samir's voice boomed like thunder through the radio, resounding in all the ambushers' headsets!
“Da da da da da——!!!”

“All, all, all—!!!”

On the rocky cliffs on both sides of the valley, behind bushes, and among piles of rocks, countless tongues of blazing fire suddenly spewed forth! Rifles, machine guns, RPG rocket launchers…

All firepower was unleashed at this moment! Bullets, like a violent storm of metal, with the shriek of death, rained down on the 1515 convoy crammed together below!

The first few pickup trucks were the first to be hit.

The windshield was instantly riddled with holes by a hail of bullets, and the driver and the gunman next to him trembled violently, with blood and bits of flesh splattering onto the dusty car window.

A pickup truck's fuel tank was hit directly by an RPG rocket.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the entire vehicle was engulfed in a raging fireball. The twisted metal frame and burning human remains were flung high into the air by the blast wave, and the gasoline that was ejected ignited and splashed in all directions, quickly setting nearby vehicles ablaze!

"Enemy attack! Ambush!!"

The terrified screams instantly drowned out the roar of the engine.

The entire 1515 armed convoy was in complete chaos.

The militants on the truck frantically tried to operate the heavy machine gun on the roof to fight back, but the shooters were often shot in the head by precise bursts from above as soon as they poked their heads out, their bodies hanging limply on the gun rack.

The armored vehicle's thick steel plates clanged and sparked from the dense bullets, while the crew inside huddled in terror in the cramped space.

"Hold on! Hold on! God help us! Charge out! To the west! Blow that hole!"

Kazar cowered behind the steel plate of the pickup truck seat, roaring at the top of his lungs. The initial rage on his face had long been replaced by immense terror and disbelief.

Cold sweat soaked his headscarf and streamed down his face. He realized that this was no longer a fleeing mob, but a meticulously planned and heavily armed death trap!

I felt like a stupid pig, leading everyone in to rush in!

Looking around, he noticed that the rock fragments blocking the western outlet of the valley were less than two meters high.

Reason told me that it was the only way to survive.

He pointed frantically in that direction, ordering his men to rush there at all costs.

"Martyrs! Martyrs' squad! For Allah! For entry into Paradise! Blow it up!"

Qazar let out a desperate and frantic roar into the radio.

The "Martyr" was the most fearless member of the 1515 armed force.

These guys are deeply religious, disregard their own lives, and are the most fanatical soldiers.

A few seconds later, a dilapidated pickup truck, specially reinforced and with thick steel plates welded to its front, roared like a beast as it burst out from the chaotic rear of the convoy!
Ignoring the hail of bullets pouring down from both sides, the driver of this "death truck" was as stiff as a stone statue, staring blankly ahead, with the accelerator floored!
The truck, like a completely crazed steel behemoth, charged recklessly toward the narrow, rocky sloping road to the west! Its cargo bed was piled high with bulging, tarpaulin-covered high explosives!
Through the gaps in the canvas, the red indicator light of the fuse flashed wildly in the dim light; as long as the vehicle crashed into the pile of stones blocking the exit, it would be a success.

The explosion would clear away the rocks, creating an opening for the following troops and paving a way out.

"Stop it! Rocket launcher! Take down that vehicle!"

In his concealed command post on a high point on the eastern side of the valley, Samir's binoculars were fixed on the ominous suicide truck.

A chilling coldness instantly shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, making my scalp tingle! Once it reaches the slope and detonates, the massive explosion will not only blast open a breach, but the shockwave and flying boulders will also instantly flatten all ambush points within dozens of meters!

The entire encirclement will be torn apart!

(End of this chapter)