Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 984 Ambush in a Desperate Situation
In the wind-eroded rock area of ​​the desert, millions of years of wind and sand have sculpted the originally hard rock layers into a labyrinth of craggy rocks.

Towering stone pillars pierce the sky like the ribs of a giant beast, twisted rock arches form natural caves and narrow passages, and the ground is scattered with huge weathered rocks, forming countless excellent hiding spots and crossfire zones.

The afternoon sun slanted down, casting heavy, distorted shadows between the rocks. The air was scorching and stagnant, with only the whistling sound of the wind whistling through the cracks in the rocks.

Like a seasoned desert wolf, Song Heping led his two most elite special operations squads and the last 140 or so soldiers under Haftar who were still capable of fighting, silently infiltrating this natural killing field.

The ambush point he chose was a necessary route into the heart of the wind-eroded rock area—a relatively wide "canyon" flanked by towering rock walls and huge falling rocks on both sides.

The narrowest part of this passage is only wide enough for two pickup trucks to pass side by side, and it is about 200 meters long. It is a vital passage for the pursuers to penetrate deeper into the enemy's territory.

"Quick! Move quickly!"

Song Heping's voice was low, but it carried an undeniable sense of urgency.

"'Anvil'! Take the men and gather the last two RPG-7s and all the anti-tank grenades on the high points on both sides of the passage entrance! Aim at the lead and last vehicles of the convoy! Shoot out the lead vehicle to block the road, and shoot out the last vehicle to close the gate!"

"understand!"

With a low growl, Tiezhen led several burly soldiers to carry heavy rocket launchers and ammunition boxes, climbing up the steep rock walls on both sides and setting them up in carefully selected rock hollows.

"'Viper'! Your PKM! And all general-purpose machine guns, spread out on the high ground on both sides of the middle section of the passage! Form a crossfire network! Wait until the enemy convoy is completely inside the trap before opening fire! Prioritize the driver's cab and the machine gunner on the vehicle!"

Song Heping's sharp gaze swept across the terrain.

"give it to me!"

Viper licked his chapped lips, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust, and quickly directed the machine gun team to find the best firing position.

Several PKM general-purpose machine guns and several DShK heavy machine guns salvaged from trucks were set up behind crevices in the rocks and natural firing ports, their dark muzzles pointing down into the death tunnel.

"'Wrench!' Take men and bury all the explosives and grenades you can find in the rock crevices near the entrance and exit of the passage! Detonate them remotely! Listen for my signal!"

Song Heping continued his deployment: "'Calamity'! Your men, and General Haftar's infantry, disperse and ambush behind the rocks and in the caves on both sides of the passage! Rifles, submachine guns, and grenades, get ready! Once the machine gun fire is in place, listen to my order and charge down! Use grenades and close-quarters fire to finish off the remaining enemy! Be quick! Be fierce! Leave no one alive!"

"No problem, boss!"

The calamity and Haftar's officers responded in hushed tones and quickly dispersed the soldiers to their designated positions.

Everyone knew this was a desperate ambush.

With ammunition running low and their strength nearing its limit, if the ambush failed or they couldn't wipe out the pursuing force cleanly, they would all perish.

The atmosphere of despair was replaced by a stronger, almost frantic will to survive and a murderous intent.

Song Heping personally climbed to a high vantage point with an excellent view, overlooking the entire ambush area.

He set up his HK417, loaded the last magazine, and through the scope, the cold crosshairs firmly locked onto the direction of the tunnel entrance.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the scorching rocks and evaporating instantly. Time ticked by, each second feeling like being fried in a pan of oil.

The hunters and their wounded squad had gone far away, but the roar of their engines grew louder and clearer as they approached, like a death knell from hell.

coming!

The first thing to appear in the scope were two armed pickup trucks kicking up clouds of dust, with heavy machine guns mounted on their roofs. Several militants leaned out, scanning the area ahead warily.

Behind the pickup trucks followed three military trucks packed with soldiers, their cargo beds teeming with people. Further behind, there were several more pickup trucks and other military trucks.

The convoy consisted of about a dozen vehicles and an estimated 300 people.

They did not conduct any reconnaissance with fire, clearly believing that Song Heping's remaining troops had already fled like stray dogs and dared not linger.

The convoy formation appeared somewhat loose, with soldiers leaning wearily against the side panels of the carriages, and some even dozing off.

"Attention all teams, target has entered the passage! Maintain concealment and await my orders!"

Song Heping's voice, cold and steady, came through a makeshift walkie-talkie to each of the ambushers.

The first two armed pickup trucks drove into the narrow passage, their engines roaring and echoing through the rock walls, sounding particularly jarring. The trucks behind them followed closely behind.

When the middle section of the convoy—the three trucks full of soldiers—had completely entered the core of the ambush zone, and the last armed pickup truck had just stepped into the passage entrance.

"Detonate! Close the door!"

Song Heping abruptly pressed the remote detonator in his hand!
Boom! BOOM—!
Two muffled but powerful explosions rang out almost simultaneously! The entrance and exit of the passage were blasted apart by pre-planted explosives, sending debris flying everywhere!
Huge boulders tumbled down with a roar, instantly blocking both the entrance and the exit completely!
The last pickup truck affected by the explosion was overturned and burst into flames, blocking its escape route!
The lead vehicle was also shaken so badly that it came to a stop!
"RPG! Fire!"

Song Heping's order was like a thunderclap!

On the high points on both sides of the passage, "Iron Anvil" and his rocket launcher operators had been waiting for a long time!
Whoosh-!
Whoosh-!
Two rockets, trailing orange-red flames, were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, accurately striking the two armed pickup trucks at the very front of the passage!
boom!
boom--

The violent explosion instantly tore the two pickup trucks into burning scrap metal! The machine gunners and drivers inside didn't even have time to scream before they were engulfed in flames! The blast wave knocked over soldiers on a nearby truck, and the passageway was instantly filled with thick smoke and fire!

"Machine gun! Fire!!"

Song Heping's roar rang out again!

Da da da da da——

Like the gates of hell opening! The light and heavy machine guns, which had been poised to fire, roared deafeningly at the same time!

The PKM general-purpose machine gun roared like tearing through cloth, while the DShK heavy machine gun roared with a dull and terrifying sound, instantly weaving together into an impenetrable storm of death metal!
The passageway instantly turned into a meat grinder!
Viper maneuvered the PKM, the gun bouncing steadily under his strong arm, its long tongue spitting out deadly 7.62mm bullets like a scorching steel whip, lashing fiercely at the chaotic convoy below.

The truck's fragile body was easily pierced, like paper. GNA militants and rebel soldiers inside fell like felled wheat, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

Screams, cries, and desperate curses instantly drowned out the gunshots!

A soldier trying to crawl out from under an overturned truck was hit in the upper body by machine gun fire as soon as he peeked out, and his whole body exploded like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer!
"Grenade!"

Song Heping's order was concise and ruthless. Soldiers lying in ambush behind the rock walls on both sides leaned out and unleashed a hail of grenades, their pins already pulled, at the chaotic convoy below!
Boom boom boom boom——

The continuous explosions unleashed an even more terrifying wave of killing in the confined space! Shrapnel, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, frantically reaped lives from the crowd.

Burning vehicles, splattered fuel, and mangled human tissue turned the passageway into a living hell!
The key to an ambush is surprise and ferocity.

Completely crush the fighting will of every single enemy before they can react.

"Charge! Kill them all!"

Song Heping suddenly stood up, picked up the HK417, and was the first to jump down from the height, rushing into the death tunnel filled with thick smoke and flames!

His figure appeared amidst the flames and smoke like a war god descending!
"kill--!"

The calamity roared like a beast, and followed closely behind! Haftar's eyes turned red as he brandished his pistol, leading his soldiers like a flood bursting its banks, surging out from behind the rocks and caves on both sides, and rushing towards the enemy below who had completely collapsed!

The ambush instantly turned into a brutal massacre!

The surviving GNA militants and rebel soldiers were terrified by this devastating blow and completely lost the ability to organize resistance.

They scurried about in the narrow passage like headless flies, trying to find cover or futilely raising their guns to fight back.

Song Heping moved like a ghost through the burning wreckage of vehicles and the chaotic crowd. The HK417 in his hand bounced steadily, each short burst of fire accurately taking a life.

Just as an armed man hiding behind a truck tire raised his gun to aim, Song Heping shot him in the head.

Another rebel soldier who tried to spray bullets with an AK was shot in the chest by Song Heping at close range with a three-round burst, causing blood to splatter.

The Calamity Star was like a human meat grinder, wielding a PKM light machine gun and firing it from his shoulder with swift and precise movements.

He specifically targeted and eliminated small groups of enemies who were trying to organize resistance.

A rebel officer, hiding behind an overturned pickup truck, brandished his pistol, trying to rally his remaining troops. Calamity lunged forward, and to the officer's horrified gaze, the cold muzzle of his gun was almost pressed against the officer's forehead.

boom!
Red and white splattered all over the car.

Close-quarters combat is even more brutal.

Haftar's soldiers, filled with deep-seated hatred, attacked their former comrades, now traitors and enemies, with bayonets, rifle butts, and even stones and teeth.

Roars, screams, the sound of bones shattering, and sharp objects piercing flesh mingled together, playing a symphony of hell.

The strong stench of blood in the air was nauseating.

The battle began suddenly and ended just as quickly. With overwhelming ambush superiority and Song Heping's meticulously planned and deadly strike, this advance reconnaissance force of over three hundred men was completely annihilated in less than fifteen minutes!
The passageway was littered with corpses, and the burning wreckage of vehicles emitted billowing black smoke. The strong smell of burning and blood mingled together, creating a suffocating atmosphere of hell.

"Cease fire! Cease fire! Clean up the battlefield! Quickly!" Song
Peace stood beside a burning truck, shouting orders into the walkie-talkie.

His face and combat uniform were splattered with blood and dust, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

The surviving soldiers erupted in cheers of relief, and as always, they raised their guns and began shouting religious slogans such as "God is great."

But this was immediately stopped by Song Heping's stern gaze.

"Shut up! Do you want to die?! Hurry up! Gather all weapons, ammunition, water, food, and medicine! Especially communication equipment! Quickly!"

The soldiers snapped out of their daze and immediately threw themselves into the intense work of cleaning up the battlefield.

Like a pack of hungry wolves, they pounced on the enemy's corpses and vehicle wreckage.

"Boss! We've found water! A whole truckload of bottled water!"

Wrench shouted excitedly as he pried open the back of a truck, revealing it piled high with blue plastic buckets.

"Food! Naan! Dried mutton! And chocolate!"

Another soldier dragged several boxes from the wreckage of another vehicle, his voice trembling with excitement.

For them, who were extremely thirsty, these supplies were more precious than gold.

"Ammunition! AK magazines! RPK drum magazines! And PKM belts! Good heavens, and two boxes of grenades!"

Iron Anvil directed the men to scavenge large quantities of ammunition from around the dead machine gunner and from under the vehicle wreckage.

"Communicators! Several intact walkie-talkies! And... Boss! Look at this!"

The jinx took a military backpack from a corpse dressed in a rebel officer's uniform and pulled out a satellite phone with a folding antenna and a folded military map!

Song Heping's eyes lit up. He strode over and grabbed the satellite phone and map. The map clearly marked the GNA's troop deployment around the desert city, several main pursuit routes, and even the location of the Kultan Oasis!
Enemy military maps are priceless!
"Great!"

Song Heping quickly stuffed the map into his pocket: "Ten minutes! I'm only giving you ten minutes! Grab everything you can! Especially water! Then get in the vehicle immediately and evacuate! Head towards the Kurtan Oasis and rendezvous with the hunters!"

The soldiers, as if given a shot of adrenaline, moved even more swiftly.

They pried open buckets of water, greedily gulped down several large mouthfuls, and then carried the remaining buckets away on their shoulders or on makeshift stretchers.

Ammunition and food were stuffed into every backpack and pocket.

The seriously wounded were also relocated to the captured vehicles.

Ten minutes later, the group, which had just experienced a bloody massacre, disappeared quickly into the labyrinthine depths of the wind-eroded rock forest, carrying a rich spoils and a strong desire to live, leaving behind only a burning steel tomb and hundreds of gradually cooling corpses.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)