Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 995 MI6 in a Dilemma
London, MI6 headquarters, "Eagle's Nest" command center.

Dead silence.

Suffocating silence.

On the huge main screen, the last faint signal dot representing the Dorn command vehicle and its troops, after repeatedly sending connection requests without success, flickered a few times and turned into a red cross sign representing "out of contact," before dimming.

The electronic map of the entire northwestern Sahara region was shrouded in a cold, lifeless gray.

"Sir... Captain Dorn has proactively cut off all active transmission links... Signal... lost."

An intelligence officer reported in a dry voice.

Ms. M's gaze remained sharp as ever, yet it concealed an indescribable weariness and icy anger.

She stared at the gray area on the screen that represented the intelligence black hole, and it was as if she could see Dorn's face twisted with hatred, and the army rushing towards unknown destruction like moths to a flame.

madness!

Stubborn and self-willed!

A fool whose brain has been completely burned out by anger!
M's heart was roaring.

For the sake of Song Heping, and for the sake of so-called revenge, they dared to disobey the highest orders and cut off contact!

This is no longer a tactical gamble; it's outright suicide!

Even more terrifying is that this out-of-control mad bull is carrying more than a thousand lives and crashing headlong into the trap carefully set by the cunning Song Heping!

Dorn is no match for Song Heping!

She could almost foresee the bloody massacre that was about to unfold in that unknown desert, perhaps at a suitable ambush location.

Song Heping only needed to delay Dorn's advance and wait for his four thousand ferocious "musician" mercenaries to complete the encirclement...

The main force of GNA, along with the remaining SBS elites within it, will be completely transformed into new skeletons in the Sahara Desert.

"Sir, should we... try to force our way into their backup emergency channel? Or activate...?"

The intelligence chief asked tentatively, his voice carrying the last glimmer of hope.

"it's useless."

M's voice interrupted him coldly, carrying a knowing cruelty.

“Since Dorn dared to cut off the connection, he must have been prepared to completely block it. He… has gone mad.”

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her surging anger and frustration, turned around, and scanned the entire command center with a resolute look: "Immediately connect me to General Saif, with the highest priority encrypted line!"

A few seconds later, the encrypted line was connected.

On the screen appeared Saif's face, which showed obvious displeasure and a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

He was wearing camouflage clothing, with the Sahara Desert at night in the background.

“Ms. M? I’m racing against time to get to the Kurtan Oasis…”

Saif's voice carried a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

"General! The situation is urgent!"

M made no small talk, his tone was firm and decisive, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Captain Dorn disobeyed orders and cut off communications without authorization. He is leading your main force in the Sahara at full speed toward the Kurtan Oasis! His target is Song Heping!"

Saif looked confused: "What's the problem...?"

"Listen to me!"

M forcefully interrupted him.

"This is Song Heping's trap! His 'Musician' defense force, consisting of over four thousand elite mercenaries, has already crossed the border into the Sahara Desert, their target also being Kurtan! They intend to encircle and annihilate Dorn's forces! The window of opportunity is extremely narrow! Dorn's actions are burying your armed forces in the desert city!"

"Damn..."

Saif gasped, his face instantly turning ashen.

“It’s too late to say anything now. He has cut off all communication channels. You can’t contact him, or even Yarif. So I’m ordering you!”

M's voice suddenly rose in pitch, like an icicle piercing the air.

"Immediately! Right now! Assemble all available mobile forces! Armored units! Armored convoys! At all costs! Reinforce the Kurtan Oasis as quickly as possible! There is only one objective: to rescue Captain Dorn and his troops before Song Heping's mercenaries complete their encirclement! At the same time, seize the opportunity to annihilate Song Heping, this major threat! This is your only chance to turn the tide! And it is our common goal! Understand?!"

Saif agreed without hesitation: "Ms. M, my troops need time to cross the desert and reach Kultan! Furthermore, they require air cover and precise intelligence support! Americans…"

"I will do my best to coordinate intelligence! You just need to act! Speed! General, speed is life! Dorn's life, and the lives of your more than a thousand elite troops, are in your hands!"

M's voice carried a final warning and a hint of barely perceptible urgency; he didn't want Saif to be involved in the topic of Americans.

After all, Vincent's earlier outbursts were still fresh in everyone's minds.

"Act now! Every second is precious!"

The screen goes off.

M slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling a wave of exhaustion washing over him.

Looking at the still-gray map of the Sahara, she felt uncertain.

Saif's reaction speed, the mobility of his troops, the barrier of the desert...

And the most crucial time difference... everything hangs in the balance.

That reckless Dorn has driven everyone to the brink of disaster.

……

Deep in the Sahara.

Song Heping's team finally caught up with the wounded squad on the verge of collapse behind a relatively sheltered, huge sand dune.

The scene was bleak.

Haftar's soldiers lay staggering, their lips cracked and blistered, their eyes glazed over, many of their wounds aggravated, emitting low groans.

The camels also appeared listless.

"Water! Food! Quickly!"

Song Heping's voice was hoarse but carried an undeniable power. The Calamity Star and the Wrench, leading their soldiers like firefighters, quickly distributed the seized water bags and field rations.

The gurgling sound of water being poured into parched throats, the ripping sound of packaging bags being torn open, the sound of wounded soldiers wolfing down their food…

The breath of life, like a faint flame, is struggling to reignite on this desolate sand.

The jinx walked up to Song Heping, his face showing the exhaustion of a long march and a bloody battle, but his eyes were still sharp: "Boss, the water and ammunition have been distributed, enough to hold out for a while. What's next? Those mad dogs behind us are biting too hard."

Song Heping leaned against a stolen, bullet-riddled armed pickup truck and, in the dim morning light, quickly unfolded a captured, crumpled desert topographic map.

His fingers were rough, covered in blood and sand, yet he pointed steadily at two points on the map.

"Wrench, contact White Bear and Ferrari! Confirm their real-time location and estimated arrival time!"

His voice was completely free of unnecessary words.

Wrench immediately crouched down, turned on the encrypted radio, and his fingers flew across the keyboard. The hissing of the electricity was particularly clear in the quiet morning.

A moment later, he looked up and spoke rapidly: "We've made contact! White Bear and Farah, leading their main strike force, have crossed the border and entered the Sahara! Coordinates confirmed! They're about 35 kilometers away from us as the crow flies! The terrain is complex, with large sand dunes, so they estimate it will take them at least two hours to rendezvous with us!"

two hours.

This word struck like a block of ice into the hearts of the jinx, the wrench, and the other core members of the squad who had gathered around.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned south.

"The people of Dorne..."

Wrench licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse.

"If they abandon the wounded and advance lightly... given the speed of their pickup trucks and armored vehicles, and the tracks we left behind... they'll catch up with us in at least an hour, no, maybe forty minutes!"

A weary force of over a hundred men, with dozens of severely wounded soldiers almost incapacitated, must contend with over a thousand heavily armed madmen in this open desert...

Can you persist for at least one hour?
This is no longer a case of throwing an egg against a rock; it's the prelude to being crushed into dust!

This battle is too difficult to fight...

An atmosphere of despair, like cold vines, began to quietly creep around.

Song Heping's gaze was fixed on the map, his finger tracing a nearly invisible dotted line from their current position southeastward. His mind raced, a battlefield map unfolding clearly in his mind: the pursuing mad dogs (Dorn), the weakened bait (the wounded), the deadly reinforcements (White Bear/Ferrari), and the possible attack from the north by Saif's main force (time unknown)...

And beneath my feet lies this vast desert where death and life coexist.

"Split the troops!"

Song Heping suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light, his voice resolute and decisive, instantly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere around him.

"Split the troops?"

The jinx was taken aback.

"Correct!"

Song Heping's finger slammed heavily on their current location on the map.

"The wounded squad! You will lead it personally! Take all the seriously wounded and half of the water and food! Continue along the original route towards the Kurtan Oasis!"

His finger suddenly pointed southeast: "Me! Leading two squads of the special operations platoon, plus all the Haftar soldiers who can still run and fight, about 120 men in total! Change course! Advance southeast! Target—"

His fingertip traced a short, sharp diagonal line across the map, landing on a complex terrain symbol marked "wind-eroded rock area".

"Here! The 'Razor Back' wind-eroded rock area, five kilometers away!"

"wrench!"

Song Heping's gaze was sharp as a knife.

"Immediately notify White Bear and Ferrari! Change the rendezvous point! Abandon the Kurtan direction! Head full speed toward 'Razor's Back'! Tell them we'll pin down the pursuers there! Have them surround us as fast as they can!"

The jinx and the wrench quickly exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock and a hint of realization in each other's eyes.

The jinx hesitated, "Boss, are you trying to... use the wounded squad as a decoy to lure Dorne's main force towards Kurtan? But if we change our route southeast, the tracks will be just as obvious, they can track us..."

"Of course they can track it!"

A cold smile curved Song Heping's lips, a smile that exuded confidence that seemed to understand the psychology of his prey.

"Dorn is a mad dog with bloodshot eyes right now! He sees the trail of a fork, one branch leading to a 'safe' oasis, and the other heading into the seemingly 'escape' depths of the desert... Which one do you think this mad dog will chase?"

Wrenchman's eyes lit up: "He must think we're just feinting, using the wounded to distract him while our main force tries to slip away from the southeast!"

"That's right!"

Song Heping's voice carried an iron-willed decisiveness.

"He hates me to the core, and his target is my head! The tracks in the direction of Kurtan are few and the speed is slow, clearly a decoy! The tracks in the southeast are dense, indicating a rapid maneuver by the main force! He will definitely chase after us! And he will chase us relentlessly!"

His gaze swept over the jinx and the wrench: "At 'Razorback,' we've prepared three 'iron gates' for him! One hundred and twenty men, divided into three blocking groups, relying on the natural fortifications of the wind-eroded rocks, deployed in tiers, providing in-depth defense! The first line of defense is to delay and wear down the enemy! The second line of defense is to focus on killing the most casualties! The third line of defense is the reserve force and the last line of defense!"

“Every line of defense must be nailed firmly into the sand! Our mission is singular: delay! At all costs, keep that mad dog Dorn at Razorback for an hour! If we can hold him off for an hour, the reinforcements led by White Bear and Ferrari will pour in from the southeast and complete the encirclement! Then, Dorn will be the one surrounded!”

The jinx and the wrench are still somewhat confused.

Have you heard of the Battle of Tieyuan?

Song Heping sneered as he mentioned this famous battle example.

With overwhelmingly inferior forces, relying on terrain and willpower, they launched segmented attacks, gradually wearing down the enemy and creating a fatal window of time for the main force to encircle them!

"understand!"

The eyes of both the jinx and the wrench lit up immediately.

They had heard of that battle example.

That's it!

"implement!"

Song Heping's order was like a drawn military sword, its cold light gleaming.

"Calamity, the wounded team is yours, set off immediately! Wrench, notify reinforcements to change course! The rest of you, follow me! Target—Razorback! To build a blood and flesh graveyard for our 'guests'!"

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)