Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 942 Killing
Two legs are slower than wheels, after all.

While Song Heping was still running swiftly through the wilderness, an accident had already occurred in Wuerda Village, as expected.

Three pickup trucks were roughly parked in the open space in the center of the village, with their engines still running, and a dozen menacing-looking armed men jumped out of the vehicles.

One of the militants raised his hand and fired a burst of bullets into the air.

boom!
boom!
boom!
"Get out here, all of you! Now!"

"Hand over the grain and money! Men, stand on the left! Women, stand on the right! Children, get out of here!"

The leader was a burly man with a scar on his face, brandishing a curved knife and roaring in broken Arabic mixed with his local dialect.

They were a newly emerged armed group in the nearby mountains, calling themselves "freedom fighters," but in reality they were just a group of bandits who took advantage of the chaos to rob, burn, kill, and loot.

Before the war, Syria did not lack food.

At its peak, Seria was a renowned "granary" of the Middle East.

Agriculture accounts for as much as 26% of GDP, with an average annual wheat production of 480 million tons and an export of 200 million tons. This is more than enough to feed the domestic population, and they can also earn foreign exchange in the international market.

However, with the outbreak of war in the past two years, agriculture has been turned upside down like a stew.

The scorched-earth policy, especially in northeastern Syria, meant that neither the government forces nor the anti-government armed groups wanted to leave the other any way out, resulting in farmland being affected as well.

Let alone planting wheat, now in many rural areas of Syria, all that's left in the fields is yellow earth, nothing but yellow earth.

Urda is currently engaged in fighting in the northern wheat-producing region of Deir ez-Zor, and further north, the wheat-producing areas have fallen into the hands of the Kurdish forces supported by the United States. As a result, some towns and villages in the south are experiencing severe food shortages.

The flatbread they used to rely on for survival has now become a luxury. At most, they can only cook some wheat porridge mixed with other coarse grains. Forget about eating well, just filling their stomachs and surviving is the biggest wish of most people.

When the world is in chaos, bandits rise up.

It's not hard to understand why these armed groups, springing up like mushrooms after rain, would plunder grain, money, and property.

The small village was instantly filled with screams of fear.

The villagers were brutally driven out of their homes, like lambs to the slaughter.

An elderly man was slow to react and was struck on the ground with the butt of a rifle by an armed man, bleeding profusely. Several young women were dragged along, letting out piercing screams.

Two young men who tried to resist were forced to kneel on the ground with several guns pointed at them.

Faris was also pushed and shoved into the group of men. He held the trembling Sayina tightly behind him, his face filled with desperate anger.

"Damn it! Is this all the food you have? Are you trying to feed a beggar?!"

Scarface kicked over a small half-sack of wheat that a villager had handed him, scattering the grains all over the ground.

His greedy gaze swept over the terrified women, he licked his lips, and a lewd smile appeared on his face: "Brothers! Take all the women away!"

The bandits let out beast-like laughter and began to pull at the women.

Cries, shouts, curses, and snarling laughter mingled together.

At this moment, on the east side of the village, Song Heping had already leaned against an earthen wall and deftly drew his only weapon—a butterfly knife—from his waist.

Because of the low-altitude parachute jump on Mount Gelby, in order to reduce weight and avoid accidents, Song Heping threw away everything he could during the sprint, except for this small knife hidden on his body.

The butterfly knife, as a melee weapon, is an essential second knife for many special forces soldiers. It is not only easy to conceal, but also very convenient to use for killing.

Walking along the earthen wall, the village, which was not large to begin with, was now mostly deserted, with people driven to the center of the village.

The most important thing now is to get the weapons.

We need to find a lone individual to target.

There were more than ten people on the other side; a single butterfly knife wouldn't be enough to handle them.

After passing through several houses, Song Heping quickly spotted his target—an armed man holding an AKM assault rifle standing at the village crossroads, looking around suspiciously.

Take a look around at your surroundings.

Song Heping chose to climb over the back wall of a villager's house, pass through the house, and walk out through the front door. He then followed the wall to the back of the tall, thin, unlucky man.

The other person seemed to hear footsteps and turned around to see what was making the noise.

Before he could even see clearly, a butterfly knife pierced through his chin, penetrating his jaw and pinning his tongue and upper jaw together, like a skewered pig's tongue.

"Ho ho-"

The tall, thin man had bulging eyes that were an inch wide, and he made strange noises, as if he wanted to shout but couldn't.

As the butterfly knife pierced the opponent's jaw, Song Heping grabbed the forehand of the AKM in the opponent's hand with his other hand and twisted it—

The gun slipped from his hand.

"die..."

Song Heping applied more force, pinning the other man to the ground, the knife still firmly pressed against his jaw.

When the moment came, Song Heping drew his knife and, with a swift motion, slashed the other man's throat.

puff--

Blood gushed out from the artery. Song Heping ignored the other man's life or death, took the magazine from the tall, thin man, put it on himself, and then got up and left.

In the open space in the center of the village.

A thug was about to grab a young girl by the hair and drag her into the car.

bah—

A crisp sound, like the sound of leather being punctured.

A burst of blood suddenly erupted from the bandit's temple, and he collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

"There are enemies!"

The thugs nearby cried out in alarm and hurriedly raised their guns.

But the second and third faint sounds came almost immediately!

bah—

bah—

Two more thugs who were pulling at the woman were shot in the back of the head and fell to the ground.

Precision!

fatal!

Like being called out by Death!
"Take cover! Find cover!"

Scarface was both shocked and furious. He hid behind a pickup truck and frantically fired in the direction the bullets were coming from—the roof of a mud-brick house at the village entrance.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" Bullets fired, sending dust billowing up from the mud-brick houses.

Chaos erupted instantly!

The villagers screamed and scattered, fleeing for cover.

The bandits frantically searched for the unseen enemy, firing wildly.

Song Heping moved swiftly between the village's simple houses, like a cheetah blending into the shadows.

Each shot from the AKM assault rifle in his hand was extremely short and concealed.

He used corners, piles of firewood, and even baskets discarded by villagers as cover. Every time he peeked out, it was accompanied by a crisp gunshot and the fall of a bandit.

A bandit spotted him and had just turned his gun around when Song Heping tactically rolled behind a well and fired a shot.

bah—

The bullet precisely passed through the gap under the armpit of the gun-wielding arm and entered the heart.

"He's over there!"

Another bandit pointed towards the well and shouted, before he could finish speaking...

bah—

There was a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

Fear began to spread among the bandits.

They couldn't pinpoint Song Heping's location at all; they could only watch their companions fall one after another inexplicably.

Some people broke down and started firing wildly in the direction they suspected. Stray bullets injured villagers who were hiding, which led to even more pitiful cries.

Scarface's eyes reddened as he spotted Faris and Sayina hiding behind a low wall. He grinned maliciously and raised his machete: "Damn it! Let's kill a few as a sacrifice!"

He charged toward Faris.

Just as Scarface was a few steps away from Faris and his daughter, raising his machete high—

Song Heping's figure flashed out from the shadow of a house on the side like a ghost!
He didn't fire because Sayina was right behind him.

AKM bullets can easily penetrate the human body at close range, causing accidental injury.

He pounced on Scarface like an arrow released from a bow, so fast that the other man had no time to react!

"Crack!"

A sickeningly crisp sound!

Song Heping's left hand gripped the scarred man's wrist like an iron clamp, and the immense force instantly snapped it off.

At the same time, he turned his right fist into a palm and struck upwards hard, like a heavy hammer hitting the scarred man's jaw!

"Ugh!"

Scarface could only let out half a scream before his entire jaw shattered and deformed, blood and teeth gushing out. His massive body crashed to the ground, twitched twice, and then remained still.

(End of this chapter)