Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 978 Haftar's Dire Situation

Haftar sat motionless, as if frozen in place, holding Abdul's body like a wooden sculpture, his eyes seemingly petrified as if he had seen Medusa.

"General, we've been ambushed! The ones who ambushed us are our own people!"

"Chief of Staff Jafari led a team to bombard our base. We need instructions! What's going on?!"

"General, both the western and northern defense lines of the city have been breached. We have suffered heavy losses. What should we do?!"

Calls kept coming from the radio. The various forces in the city that were still loyal to Haftar were in a bad situation. They were caught in a firefight with the rebels, but they couldn't tell friend from foe and had no idea what was going on.

Haftar showed no reaction, as if his soul had left his body.

Jafari was the person he trusted most.

However, it was he who led the British special forces into the city to attack him...

It's conceivable that a large force of GNA troops was also outside the city, steadily advancing into it; the sounds of artillery and gunfire from the north and west of the city spoke volumes.

"Haftar!"

Song Heping rushed over and grabbed Haftar by the collar.

"Wake up, you bastard! Wake up! Your troops are being surrounded and annihilated! They need your command!"

Haftar remained motionless, still like a walking corpse.

"Fuck you! You piece of trash!"

Song Heping released his grip and threw Haftar down.

This kind of guy isn't worth wasting your time on.

Taking your people with you is the most important thing right now.

As for the grudges with the British, let's talk about that another time!
Just as he was about to get up and leave, Song Heping's gaze was drawn to the Arabic version of "On Protracted War," which had been overturned by the blast wave and whose cover was covered with dust and debris.

On the title page, a handwritten annotation in blue ink still shines with a wisdom that transcends time amidst the flickering firelight and pervasive dust: "If people are saved but land is lost, both people and land will be preserved."

strength!

What Haftar craves most is the strength to support this strategic wisdom!

Isn't that exactly what a "musician" can infuse?
An army driven by desperation is bound to win.

And isn't this army, still struggling in the abyss of despair, a perfect example of a desperate army?

The fact that its leaders truly understand and attempt to utilize the essence of this Eastern philosophy of war is precisely the sharpest, most resilient, and most promising weapon to pry open the deadlock in Lebia and sever the lifeline of London's oil industry.
Song Heping suddenly changed his mind.

Bet!

Bet your life!

There was movement outside the door.

The footsteps didn't sound like those of ordinary armed men.

They're special forces!
The enemy has already stormed into the building!
Song Heping suddenly performed a tactical roll from behind the desk to the side of the door.

A burst of 7.62mm bullets whizzed past the spot where he had just been hiding, sending splinters flying!
He didn't even need to aim at the Glock 17 in his hand; he just raised his hand and fired three shots!
Bang bang bang!
The precise and deadly rapid three-round burst of Mozambican shooting forced an SBS member who was trying to use the smoke cover to break into the study through the broken window to tumble backward in a sorry state, leaving two bullet holes clearly visible on his tactical vest.

Before the other party could react, Song Heping didn't even have time to raise the muzzle of his assault rifle. He lunged forward and delivered a powerful kick to the opponent's chest.

The guy was thrown backward by the huge impact, and the force of the impact made it impossible for him to stop. He crashed into the corridor railing and fell off.

"General Haftar!"

Song Heping's voice was like a booming bell, piercing through all the gunfire and deathly howls, carrying the resolute determination of "once the arrow is released, there is no turning back."

"I promised to cooperate with you and I will help you to the end! But you must be worthy of my help!" Song Heping's voice suddenly rose, carrying a coldness like the friction of steel, and he reached out and slapped the warlord across the face.

Snapped--

The force of the blow was so great that Haftar saw stars and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

"Wake up, you bastard! Stop wailing like a woman! There's no time for your grief. Stand up, grab your gun, and order your troops to retreat. As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild!"

Hearing Song Heping's divine pronouncement was like heavenly music, a thunderclap capable of reversing life and death!
A spark ignited in Haftar's eyes.

Then came the campfire.

In an instant, the dying embers in his heart were ignited into a raging fire of revenge!

"Allahu Akbar! Song! My blood brother!"

Haftar's voice was hoarse like a broken gong. He suddenly raised the AKMSU, which had just been reloaded, and started firing wildly at any suspicious shadowy figures moving in the thick smoke outside the window, pouring out the remaining twenty-odd bullets in the magazine like a torrential downpour of revenge!

"My men are your arms! Where your will points, the blade will follow! Every drop of black gold beneath Lebia's earth will bear witness to our victory!"

"Boss! I can't hold on any longer! The British firepower is too tricky! And there's a mole shooting from the shadows! The first floor is about to be breached!"

The voice of the jinx rang out in the throat microphone, carrying the heavy breathing after PKM's continuous roar and a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

Although the "cloth-tearing machine" he was controlling had fierce firepower, it was facing SBS's precise counter-suppression (the other side obviously had thermal imaging and could always find gaps in his firepower) and constant sniper fire from the side. His suppression range was being rapidly compressed.

Two SBS assault operatives, using the rubble and smoke as cover, stealthily approached the blind spot below the first-floor window like venomous snakes!
The hunter's icy, inhuman voice rang out almost simultaneously: "The roof is exposed, the enemy's thermal imaging has locked on, and they're suppressing us with crossfire, making effective observation impossible. Boss, the enemy's firepower is relatively sparse in the northwest corner of the broken wall; I suggest we break out immediately."

Song Heping was decisive and efficient.

He glanced at Haftar beside him, who was firing like a wounded lion: "Come with me! Staying here means certain death!"

He must protect Haftar, who is the core engine of the "cut-off" plan!

"go!"

Haftar, a veteran who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, understood instantly.

"All units, retreat south of the city. From there, we will withdraw into the desert and regroup in the Kanai Valley!"

"Special operations platoon, listen up! Retreat to the south of the city immediately! Now! Do not linger! The city is no longer safe!"

Song Heping sprang up from behind the desk like a cheetah, firing two precise double shots from his HK416 assault rifle, blowing the heads off two LNA rebel soldiers who were trying to peek out and fire!
With a roar, the jinx slammed open the dilapidated wooden door leading to the adjacent storage room from the other side of the study, like a human battering ram. The heavy PKM gun spewed deadly fire, tearing a bloody path through the billowing smoke and flying bullets!
The hunter slid down through the hole in the roof like a ghost, a wisp of smoke rising from the muzzle of his HK417 silencer. The cold muzzle, like the forked tongue of a viper, was precisely aimed at any pursuers that might appear behind him, providing a reassuring barrier against death.

The three formed a small but unbreakable assault triangle, firmly protecting the core target Haftar in the center. Like a sharp dagger, they pierced through the billowing smoke and deadly barrage, advancing swiftly along the corridor filled with rubble and corpses towards the northwest corner of the building, where the previous artillery fire had completely torn open a gap large enough for a truck to pass through!

"Disaster! Clear the way!"

Song Heping shouted sharply, his voice piercing through the battlefield's clamor.

"understand!"

The calamity roared in response, and PKM abruptly turned its gun towards the open space outside the gap, which was dimly lit by moonlight and firelight and filled with building debris. It once again unleashed a terrifying storm of metal that lasted for several seconds!

Da da da da——

Da da da da——

Da da da da——

The 7.62mm full-power round, like the scythe of death, sent sparks flying from the wreckage of several abandoned cars and completely tore apart a pile of sandbag fortifications, temporarily suppressing a relatively safe no-go zone!

Just as the four of them were about to burst out of the gaping hole of death like arrows released from a bow!
"Whoosh—whoosh!"

A sniper bullet from an extremely high and distant position tore through the noisy battlefield background, carrying the sharp, piercing sound of death that was unique to the Grim Reaper!
The target was precise and ruthless—aiming directly at Haftar's back, which was protected in the center of the triangular formation!
(End of this chapter)