Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 938 A breathtaking leap!
"Caliph's" temporary residence, communications center
The urgent radio calls and the staff's panicked shouts nearly lifted the roof off.

"Asara Town is under attack! At least four hundred well-equipped mercenaries have appeared to the south! Their offensive is fierce! We have suffered heavy losses and request reinforcements!"

"Deir ez-Zor! The defenders of Deir ez-Zor have broken out! They are counterattacking! Our siege troops can't hold on! Requesting reinforcements! Requesting reinforcements!"

Two pieces of bad news arrived almost simultaneously, like two heavy hammer blows to Bakdadi, who was just immersed in the excitement of about to capture Song Heping.

His face, contorted with fanaticism, froze instantly, then turned ashen, his eyes flashing with unbelievable shock and rage.

"What?! Mercenaries? A counterattack?!"

He grabbed the communicator abruptly, his voice shrill with extreme anger: "Galbyshan! Where are Galbyshan's troops?! Return to their aid immediately! Return to Asara and Deir ez-Zor!"

Asara Town Attacked!

Deir ez-Zor counterattack!

The main force of the Gelby Hills was immobilized by one person!
Simultaneous ignition of all three circuits!

Bakdadi then realized that he had jumped into a huge pit.

This deep pit was dug by Song Heping for himself.

He felt a rush of blood to his head, and his vision went black.

Only then did he realize that it was all Song Heping's plan.

He used himself as bait to lure away his sharpest henchmen, and then let his allies stab him in the back!
"Song! Peace!"

Bakdadi squeezed out the name through gritted teeth, each syllable laced with deep-seated hatred and shame, his body trembling violently with rage.

He slammed his fist on the table, making the communication equipment jump up.

"Immediately order the troops at Gelby Hill!"

He roared, his voice like that of a wounded beast, carrying an almost manic, irrational quality.

"No reinforcements allowed! Attack! At all costs! Use sheer numbers to overwhelm him! I want him dead! Now! Immediately! Bring his corpse back to me! I want to chop him up and feed him to the dogs myself! Execute orders!"

His last shred of sanity had been completely consumed by the poisonous flames of revenge.

Song Heping must die, even if the price is the lives of thousands of the most loyal warriors on Mount Gelby and the collapse of Asara Town and even the battle for Deir ez-Zor!
This ghostly enemy had brought him more shame and fear than anything else.

Deir ez-Zor and Asara Town are no longer important!
The important thing is that Song Heping is dead!

When Bakdadi was furious in his command post.

Four F-15E fighter jets began to descend in the airspace near Hill Gelby in Syria.

"Reaper 1, drop the bomb!"

"Reaper 2, drop the bomb!"

The calm voices of "Razor" and "Anvil" echoed in the encrypted channel.

Several heavy GBU-12 laser-guided bombs and CBU-105 cluster bombs, guided by lasers and GPS/INS, seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, and fell at a near-vertical angle toward the mountaintop area where Song Heping had just fought fiercely, as well as the narrow path and valley below crowded with militants!

Meanwhile, at the summit of Gelby Mountain, on its southern slope.

Song Heping emptied the last magazine of his AK-12.

Without hesitation, he threw down the scalding rifle and pulled out the Glock 17 pistol and the last fragmentation grenade from his tactical vest.

Below, the 1515 militants, having received Bakdadi's death order, went completely mad. Disregarding casualties, they surged upwards like ants along several narrow paths, with bullets raining down upon them.

"puff!"

A stray bullet grazed the outside of his thigh, leaving a trail of blood.

The excruciating pain caused him to groan, but his movements did not falter in the slightest. He pulled his hand back and fired two quick shots.

bah—

bah—

Two shots, and the militant at the forefront was accurately taken down.

But more people surged forward, and the nearest enemy was less than thirty meters away from the boulder where he was hiding!
He could even see the insane killing intent in the other person's eyes and their twisted face.

At this critical moment, a sharp, chilling shriek, beyond hearing, tore through the air above Mount Gelby at an alarming speed.

That was the sound of a precision-guided bomb falling through the air!
finally reached!

Four silver-gray F-15E Strike Eagles streaked across the sky.

Their pylons under the wings were completely empty; the deadly bombs had long since broken free and were falling to the ground at high speed.

"coming!"

A glimmer of hope for survival flashed in Song Heping's eyes, and he didn't hesitate for a moment!

He abruptly pulled the safety pins off all the grenades and, without even looking, hurled them down onto the densest climbing path below.

boom--

The blast wave and debris instantly engulfed several unfortunate people.

Just as the smoke from the grenade explosion rose, Song Heping mustered all his strength and sprinted desperately toward the edge of the steepest and most treacherous cliff on the southernmost side of the mountaintop.

Below, the 1515 militants, caught in a frenzied charge, also heard the deathly roar from the sky.

Some people looked up blankly, while others were drawn to the explosion of the grenade thrown by Song Heping.

time!

time!

speed!

speed!

Song Heping knew very well that he was racing against death!

He ran, discarding all unnecessary items as he went—

Guns, bullets, even tactical vests.

In the end, only the backpack tightly wrapped around his body remained.

This is his lifesaver!
When you hear the sound of a precision-guided bomb cutting through the air, it means you don't have many seconds to escape.

If I'm not mistaken, Vincent definitely issued a "kill order".

In a dozen seconds, this place will be engulfed in flames.

No one will survive—except in one place!
That's the Hailergan River, located below the cliff on the southern slope!

There are no 1515 extremists gathered there, so when the F-15E drops precision-guided bombs, it must focus on itself, and the secondary targets are the 1515 extremists on and around the mountain.

Whoosh——

Whoosh——

Song Heping could hear heavy breathing coming from his nostrils, and he could even hear his heart pounding wildly like an engine floored on the gas pedal!

The cliff on the south side is more than 400 meters above the river.

Even if a person jumps into the water, it's a certain death sentence.

However, at such a high altitude, a parachute can be opened.

That was one of the plans Song Heping had previously devised to launch a surprise attack on Asala Town—using a paraglider to glide into the town from the mountains near Asala Town under the cover of night.

Although M betrayed him, causing the entire plan to fail.

But one of those dozen or so parachutes unexpectedly became his lifesaver.

The cliff was right in front of him in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, Song Heping withdrew the guide parachute, grabbed it in his hand, and leaped forward without pausing for a moment!
A steep cliff face looms ahead...

boom--

boom--

boom--

boom--

Crashed!

First, the GBU-12 bunker buster accurately hit the boulder on the mountaintop and the concealed position where the 1515 heavy machine gun was mounted.

A massive fireball shot into the sky with a deafening explosion, tearing apart and hurling solid rocks like tofu.

The shockwave, like an invisible giant hammer, swept everything away. Immediately afterwards, the CBU-105 cluster bomb disintegrated in mid-air hundreds of meters above the ground! Countless BLU-108/B "Skeet" anti-armor/personnel submunitions were scattered like a shower of flowers.

Each submunition is equipped with a spin-stabilized parachute and an infrared/laser sensor, which briefly slows down and scans in the air before the explosively formed warhead inside locks onto all detected heat sources below—whether people or vehicles—like the gaze of death!

call out--

call out--

call out--"

boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
The explosions, so dense they were indistinguishable, suddenly merged into one.

The entire eastern slopes of Gelby Mountain, including the summit and mid-mountain area, were completely covered by endless orange-red fireballs, billowing smoke, and deadly storms of steel fragments.

The ultra-high-speed metal jet generated by the EFP warhead, like the scythe of death, mercilessly penetrates rocks, vehicle steel plates, and human bodies.

The sounds of explosions, rocks cracking, metal tearing, and countless desperate, almost inaudible screams of those dying blended into a symphony of hell!
Thermobaric bombs have not yet landed, but this is merely an "appetizer" of precision-guided bombs and cluster bombs, enough to turn this area into a complete slaughterhouse.

Thousands of 1515 militants were instantly vaporized, torn apart, and reduced to dust.

A massive fireball rose up over Mount Gelby with a violent explosion. The explosion caused by the high-yield precision-guided bomb hitting the ground caused landslides and collapses in parts of the mountain. Rocks and dust rained down from the sky, and the entire mountain was covered in swirling dust and black smoke.

Langley, Director's Office.

London, Ms. M's office.

Meanwhile, in both locations.

On Vincent and Simon's screens, the moment the F-15 dived and dropped its bombs was clearly captured!
The heat signature indicating bomb separation is clearly visible!

On Ms. M's screen, she also saw the silhouettes of those four fighter jets exuding an aura of destruction!
Vincent leaned forward slightly, a smirk of triumph creeping across his face.

It's time to end!

Song Heping, and all those filthy scum from 1515, may you all go to hell together!
Meanwhile, in the offices of MI6 headquarters in London.

Ms. M clenched her fist tightly, her nails almost digging into her palm.

She watched as the white dot representing Song Heping, in the final second before the bomb separated, resolutely rushed towards the dark area at the edge of the screen that represented the abyss.

He's going to jump off a cliff?!
Was this suicide or...?

Inside the CIA headquarters in Langley, in the director's office.

On the huge high-definition screen, the flames and thick smoke representing the explosion instantly engulfed the entire target area! The heat signals representing life were extinguished in large, dense, and chilling swathes, like candle flames swept away by a gale!

The orange-red light, representing destruction, mercilessly covered the area where the stubbornly flickering white light, which had previously symbolized Song Heping, had been!

Vincent looked at the cloud of explosions that represented utter destruction, let out a long, silent sigh, and leaned back in his chair, completely relaxing.

ended.

Clean and tidy.

He picked up his coffee cup, only to find his hands trembling slightly.

Simon stared intently at the screen, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

Song Heping...

That white dot of light...

It appears to have rushed towards the cliff before the explosion?
Did he...did he successfully jump?
Under such terrifying saturation bombing, would jumping off a cliff be the only way to survive?
died?

Finally dead!?
He suddenly felt a sense of relief.

In the London office.

Ms. M's pupils suddenly contracted!
A map flashed through her mind.

That's right!

map!

She suddenly turned her gaze to the computer on the table.

The map is still there.

She quickly located the spot where Song Heping jumped off the cliff.

Below is the turbulent Hailegan River.

This……

Was this a planned way out for him?

still is……

The end of being shattered to pieces?
For no apparent reason, she felt a strange sense of regret.

Southern foothills of Mount Gelby, in the air.

As Song Heping plummeted downwards, all he could hear was the howling wind and the terrifying, apocalyptic explosion overhead.

The shockwave blasted down on his back like a hammer blow, the scorching air licking his skin.

He struggled to adjust his posture, facing downwards, staring intently at the dark green river below, which was getting closer and closer, surging and roaring!
The altitude is getting lower and lower!

The main umbrella hasn't come out yet!

what happened? !
Although Song Heping jumped over the parachute countless times.

But this is the first time I've jumped in this kind of environment.

Air currents in mountainous areas have a significant impact on skydiving.

Has something gone wrong?!
I won the lottery?!

"Oh shit!"

He cursed through gritted teeth.

But it can't change anything.

We can only leave it to fate!

Just as he was about to crash into the river like a meteorite—

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound.

A pure white umbrella suddenly opened behind him.

The main umbrella has finally been pulled out!
The immense upward force suddenly pulled him upwards!

However, the altitude was too low, and even with the main parachute deployed, it was still unable to counteract the force of his high-speed descent.

Pfft! ! !
A huge splash of water erupted! The icy river water instantly submerged Song Heping.

The powerful impact made his vision go black, and it felt as if his internal organs had shifted.

He endured the excruciating pain and dizziness, quickly cut the parachute lines, and floated on the water.

The coldness of the river kept him awake.

He succeeded.

Using oneself as bait to lure the snake out of its hole, to drive the tiger to devour the wolf, and to escape like a cicada shedding its shell.

Mount Gelby became the graveyard of thousands of elite soldiers, and the battles between Asara and Deir ez-Zor had begun.

He himself crawled out of the brink of hell during the devastating bombing ordered by Vincent himself.

He surfaced, greedily inhaling the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and glanced back at the mountaintop, completely shrouded in flames and smoke, resembling an erupting volcano. A cold, weary smile curved his lips.

The game isn't over yet.

Meanwhile, in distant London and Langley, on the screens of the two intelligence giants, there was only the aftershocks of an explosion representing death and the dissipating heat signal.

The white dot of light disappeared completely.

Will it be annihilated in the sea of ​​fire, or...?

Did they dive into the abyss?
The answer was temporarily buried by the billowing smoke and surging river, leaving only endless astonishment, confusion, and...

A chill that was hard to describe.

(End of this chapter)