Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 933 The line between genius and madness is often very thin.

A chilling aura instantly shot up from Song Heping's tailbone, spreading rapidly along his spine to his scalp!

My heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible, cold hand.

The attempt to lure the tiger away from the mountain appears to have failed.

There's a mole among us!

"Exposed..."

Even with his composure, Song Heping's mind went blank for a moment.

Nearly 1515 armed men are besieging the towns of Deir ez-Zor and Asara.

If five thousand of them were to besiege the Gelby Mountains, could my four hundred or so Wakkana mercenaries put up a fight?
Even if they manage to escape, the rescue plan will have completely failed...

None of the consequences are mild.

"Suka! How did they know we were here?!"

Utkin's hair stood on end.

"Who betrayed us!"

He turned and glanced at the "Death Squad" of Syrian government soldiers and Lieutenant Imes behind him.

Indeed, these were the people he could think of who were most likely to betray him.

"Lieutenant, shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

"I...I have nothing to explain!" Eames's face flushed instantly; he trusted his men.

But at this moment, even he himself was unsure.

The population of Syria is quite diverse.

After the start of the civil war, it became common for many members of the government army to defect.

It's an undeniable fact that there are many moles within the company...

No one can resist the allure of the dollar.

Damn it! I shouldn't have trusted you!

Utkin swiftly drew his gun and pressed it against Eames's head.

The soldiers of the "Death Squad" raised their guns in unison, aiming them at Utkin.

Utkin's Wagner mercenaries also reacted quickly, all pointing their guns at the "Death Squad".

The air was frozen.

The atmosphere was tense.

"With disaster looming, they still have the mind to fight amongst themselves?!"

Song Heping coldly swept his gaze across the crowd.

"All of you, put down your guns!"

The crowd looked at each other, and the muzzles of their guns slowly lowered.

"Are you all brainless?!"

Song Heping tapped his temple.

"Who could have notified Bakdadi in such a short time? Besides Bakdadi, who else could have made such a large-scale mobilization?!"

He pointed at everyone: "Who among you can do it?"

Everyone looked at each other again.

Utkin said with shame, "Suka, I didn't think of that before..."

Song Heping said, "If I'm not mistaken, they're British..."

"The British?" Jiang Feng's eyes lit up. "That's right! Only they know we've come to the Middle East, and only they have the ability to notify 1515 through intelligence channels..."

Song Heping's mind is in a mess right now.

The 1515 team is still gathering in the distance.

There is not much time left for yourself.

How to deal with it?

"Fight them!"

Utkin said, "My soldiers are all ruthless characters who can take on a hundred men each!"

Song Heping glanced at him: "You Russians have no other choice but to fight to the death?!"

After finishing his rant, he frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "We must turn adversity into advantage."

Jiang Feng hurriedly asked, "How do I apply it?"

Song Heping glanced in the direction of Deir ez-Zor and said in a deep voice, "Don't they all want me dead? 1515, MI6..."

He turned to Jiang Feng and asked, "Besides these people, who else wants me dead the most?"

Jiang Feng was stunned. Utkin was also taken aback.

There are quite a few top intelligence organizations that want Song Heping dead.

"CIA!"

In the end, Jiang Feng regained his composure and gave the correct answer.

Song Heping laughed: "Yes, correct answer, you've improved. Now there's also the CIA. If Vincent knew I was here, what would he do?"

"Decapitation strike!" Jiang Feng's eyes lit up even more: "Send fighter jets; they also have an airport near Bakhda!"

“That’s right,” Song Heping said. “They’ll drag those idiots down with them too—”

As he spoke, he pointed to the 1515 armed members in the distance.

"I'll wipe them all out, you believe me or not?"

"letter!"

Jiang Feng almost burst out laughing, but then his smile vanished: "But how are you going to use them as bait? The US military's planes are all precision bombs."

"Never mind, there's no time to explain."

Song Heping turned to Utkin: "You immediately lead your Wakna mercenaries to evacuate! Before the 1515 men arrive, retreat to the Ezra Dunes south of Asara Town, hide there, and wait for my orders!"

"you……"

Utkin may be a bit reckless, but he's not stupid.

He immediately understood Song Heping's intention.

"You're playing with your life..."

Utkin was undoubtedly shocked.

I've seen crazy things before, but this is the craziest I've ever seen.

He had to admit that it was a very risky, but also incredibly crazy, and most likely to achieve its goal—

Song Heping attracted the pursuit of the 1515 armed group, and the CIA dispatched air power to decapitate them, while also wiping out the pursuing 1515 armed group members.

He would receive orders during the armed siege of Song Heping on May 1515th to take the opportunity to attack Asala Town and rescue the cook...

Brilliant plan!
A crazy plan!
Only a genius-level madman could come up with such a plan!
Song Heping suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic faces of the crowd like a razor, his voice resolute and unquestionable: "Utkin!"

"exist!"

Utkin instinctively straightened his back, meeting Song Heping's burning eyes.

"Immediately! Evacuate everyone! Target: Ezra Dunes, south of Asara! Hide and wait for my signal!"

Every word Song Heping uttered was like tempered steel striking the ground.

"No one is allowed to come out without my order, and even more so, no one is allowed to turn back! This is an order!"

"But you-"

Utkin's Adam's apple bobbed, the question "What will you do?" stuck in his throat.

He saw the almost frantic calm in Song Heping's eyes, a resolute acceptance of life and death.

"Execute the order, Utkin!"

Song Heping's voice suddenly rose, carrying the irrefutable ironclad rules of the battlefield.

“This is your mission!”

Utkin's cheek muscles tensed, and he stomped his foot, letting out a beast-like growl: "Suka! Wagner! All of you! Retreat to the Ezra Dunes at full speed! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

He stopped looking at Song Heping and, like an enraged bear, roared as he drove his soldiers away and rushed into the denser bushes behind him.

The heavy footsteps, the scraping of metal, and suppressed breathing instantly shattered the silence of the forest, rushing rapidly southwestward.

Jiang Feng didn't move, remaining rooted to the spot like a nail, staring intently at Song Heping: "What are you going to do? I'll stay!"

"roll!"

Song Heping didn't even look at him, his voice as cold as the Siberian permafrost, "Go do what you're supposed to do! Now, immediately!"

He suddenly pointed southwest—the direction where Utkin and the others disappeared, and the only practical support Jiang Feng could offer.

Jiang Feng's lips twitched a few times, but he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

He gave Song Heping a deep look, a look that contained too many unspeakable things, then suddenly turned around and disappeared into the dense forest in a few leaps.

The mountain wind suddenly picked up and became stronger, making Song Heping's combat uniform flutter loudly.

The hillside, which had been bustling with people just moments before, was now completely deserted except for him.

A tremendous, suffocating sense of loneliness enveloped him.

He took a deep breath, the air seemingly carrying the smell of dust and the stench of blood from distant enemies.

Without the slightest hesitation, he climbed like a nimble ibex, using both hands and feet, toward the highest point in the area—a mountaintop with jagged rocks and an extremely wide view.

(End of this chapter)