Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 999 The Soldiers' Betrayal

Dorn's blood-stained command, like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, stirred up a suffocating silence in the GNA forces' public channel.

There was no enthusiastic response, no roar of engines, only the hissing of electricity and sporadic gunshots from "Razorback" in the distance, echoing mockingly in the air.

On the battlefield, the soldiers who had just moments before been barely maintaining their offensive posture under the whips and curses of their officers came to a complete standstill.

They looked blankly toward the direction of the command vehicle, then fearfully toward the wind-eroded rock area of ​​"Razorback," which resembled the fangs of a giant beast.

The news that Commander Arief had been shot in the head by Captain Dorn, and the scene of SBS members brutally massacring the guards, spread across the battlefield like the most terrifying plague, instantly destroying the last bit of cohesion and fighting will of this already heavily wounded unit.

"Run!"

Suddenly, someone broke the deathly silence with a hoarse, tearful roar. This cry was like the fuse that ignited a powder keg.

Drop your weapons! Turn and run!
One, two, ten, a hundred...

Like startled gerbils, the GNA soldiers completely abandoned their positions, gave up the attack, and abandoned any thought of resistance.

Only one primal and intense instinct remained in their minds—to escape this cursed canyon of death that had devoured countless lives of their companions!
Escape from that mad Englishman who killed his own superior commander!

The crowd scattered in terror like a burst dam, fleeing into the empty desert behind them.

The pickup truck was abandoned, the heavy machine gun lay askew on the sand, and the cries of the wounded were drowned out by the chaotic footsteps.

The officer waved his pistol in vain, trying to stop them, but was swept backward by the surging crowd and even knocked to the ground, ignored by everyone.

On the reverse slope of the dune, the ferocious pleasure on Dorn's face froze instantly, then was replaced by a deeper, hellish rage.

He watched helplessly as his "army," the last chip he had staked everything on to crush Song Heping, began to crumble before his eyes, turning into a chaotic torrent of fleeing soldiers.

"Halt! You cowards! Traitors! Come back here! Attack!"

Dorn roared into the radio microphone, his voice hoarse and cracked, like a wounded beast, yelling at his men: "Stop them! Shoot! Shoot the deserters! Kill them all!"

The command was cold and cruel, carrying a madness that sought to destroy everything.

The dozen or so SBS team members did not hesitate at all.

They are professional killing machines, obeying only the most direct chain of commands.

Right or wrong?

Morality?

At this moment, it meant nothing to Dorn.

Several SA-80 assault rifles were raised instantly, their dark muzzles pointed at the retreating soldiers who were fleeing for their lives with their backs to them.

Da da da da da—!
Precise, deadly, and merciless bursts of fire instantly tore apart the rear of the fleeing crowd!

puff!
puff!
puff!
The soldiers at the very back of the line suddenly shuddered, blood bursting from their backs or heads, and they screamed as they collapsed onto the scorching yellow sand, their blood quickly spreading.

Then came the second, the third…

"Ah—! They're attacking their own people!"

"Devils! These guys are devils!"

"Run! Run!"

Fear instantly escalated into extreme panic.

The fleeing crowd erupted in even more shrill screams, pushing and trampling, wanting only to get as far away as possible from those cold gun barrels behind them.

However, SBS's bullets, like the Grim Reaper's call, kept taking down those who lagged behind.

The corpses left a horrifying trail of blood on the sand.

A soldier, struck in the thigh by a stray bullet, lay on the sand, clutching his bleeding wound, watching in despair as his comrades ran past him without looking back, listening to the cold metallic clanging of SBS soldiers changing magazines getting closer and closer.

Tears streamed down his face, his eyes filled with the despair of being abandoned and a kind of madness driven to the brink of despair.

"no no!!"

He abruptly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the SBS figures calmly aiming on the sand dunes, and let out a beast-like roar, "They won't let us live! We're going to die anyway! Let's fight them! God is great!"

This desperate roar was like a spark splashed onto a dry grassland.

"Fight!"

"Kill those sons of bitches from SBS!"

"Avenge Commander Yarif! Avenge our fallen brothers!"

A trapped beast, driven to the edge of a cliff, unleashes terrifying power.

Those fleeing soldiers, who had been only concerned with escaping for their lives, suddenly stopped in their tracks!

A primal ferocity, fueled by a shared hatred of the enemy and awakened by death, instantly overwhelmed the fear!

They stopped looking at the empty desert ahead, and with red eyes, turned around and raised the weapons they had just been about to discard!

AK rifle, PKM machine gun, RPG rocket launcher...

All the weapons they could find were seized by the soldiers, who were consumed by despair and rage.

They were no longer disorganized routs, but a group of outnumbered, driven-mad avengers!
"Charge! Slaughter all SBS!"

It's unclear who started the angry roar.

Like a black, raging tide, thousands of bloodthirsty GNA soldiers turned around, roaring deafeningly, and launched a desperate charge towards the mere dozen or so SBS members and Dorn's command vehicle on the reverse slope of the dune!

Dust was kicked up by countless feet, forming an angry wall of smoke!

"Fire! Free fire! Suppress them!"

Captain Dorn's expression changed drastically, and he roared in a fierce voice.

He had no idea that the flock of sheep would turn into a pack of wolves in an instant.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-!
Thump thump thump—!
The SBS members truly deserve to be called the elite of the elite.

They remained completely calm in the face of thousands of enemies rushing towards them like a tsunami.

Using the command vehicle and several pickup trucks as cover, the assault rifles and general-purpose machine guns in their hands unleashed precise and efficient deadly flames.

A crossfire network was formed instantly, and the dozens of GNA soldiers at the forefront fell to the ground screaming as if they had crashed into an invisible wall.

The bullet pierced precisely between the eyebrows, in the chest, and in the throat.

The SBS team members' marksmanship was chillingly ruthless; every single shot inevitably sent up a cloud of blood.

The momentum stalled.

However, the absolute advantage in numbers was on full display at this moment.

Dozens of people fell, and hundreds more immediately surged up behind them!

Bullets rained down on SBS's positions!
The impacts clanged and clattered against the armored plates of the command vehicle and the pickup truck, sending sparks flying.

The car window shattered instantly. An SBS member who was trying to move the machine gun position had just peeked out when he was hit by more than a dozen bullets at the same time, and his body was sent flying backward like a broken sack.

"RPG!"

A GNA soldier was yelling wildly.

call out--!
boom!
The rocket, trailing white smoke, slammed into an armed pickup truck that was being used as cover.

The violent explosion shattered the pickup truck into pieces, sending flames soaring into the sky! Two SBS team members hiding behind the vehicle were violently thrown into the air by the shockwave and crashed to the ground, their fate unknown.

"Mortars! Set up the mortars! Bomb them to death!"

A GNA soldier who looked like an artillery sergeant was shouting orders from the crowd.

In the chaos, several 60mm mortars were actually dragged out of the wreckage of abandoned vehicles and quickly set up behind the crowd.

"Bearing XXX! Distance XXX! Reload!"

The sergeant roared.

tom!
A muffled firing sound.

chirp——

The shells pierced the air with a shrill whistle and crashed down on the reverse slope of the sand dune where the SBS team members were holding their ground!

Boom——

Sand and smoke billowed into the sky! The explosion was only a dozen meters away from the command vehicle bunker where the SBS team was located!

The shockwave swept across, carrying debris and shrapnel!

"Ugh!"

An SBS member screamed as a piece of hot shrapnel severed his calf, causing him to bleed profusely.

"Take cover! Mortars!" Captain Dorn's eyes widened in fury.

But it's too late.

tom!
tom!
tom!
tom!
More mortar shells rained down like hail.

The GNA soldiers went completely mad, disregarding accuracy and only seeking to cover that small area with the most intense artillery fire!

boom!
boom!
boom!
Boom——!
The flames from the explosions continued to rise from the reverse slope of the dunes.

Thick smoke billowed, and sand and stones flew everywhere!
The sturdy command vehicle was hit directly on the roof by a shell, the thin armor plate on the top was torn apart, and the interior was instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire!
The pickup truck that was being used as cover was blown up and twisted into a raging fire.

The bunkers that the SBS members relied on for shelter were quickly destroyed under the heavy artillery fire.

Precise marksmanship appears so pale and powerless in the face of overwhelming artillery fire and a hail of bullets!
"Jim!"

"Hansen!"

"Captain!"

A series of piercing screams rang out between explosions, only to be drowned out by even more violent explosions.

One after another, agile figures fell amidst the flames and smoke, either torn apart by shockwaves or struck by flying shrapnel.

Dorn was held down by two loyal SBS members in a relatively safe shallow pit, with pebbles and sand constantly falling on him.

His face was splattered with blood of unknown origin, and the mad arrogance that had once shone on his twisted features had vanished, leaving only extreme fear and unbelievable despair.

Through the billowing smoke, he watched his most elite men fall like harvested wheat, and watched the command vehicle, a symbol of his command, burn and explode in the flames.

"No...no...this is impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his pupils dilated.

He tore up the last card on the gambling table with his own hands.

The shelling finally stopped.

It wasn't that the GNA soldiers were merciful; it was that they had run out of ammunition.

But the charge did not stop.

"They're out of ammunition! Charge! Skin them alive!" A furious roar exploded in the crowd.

Like a herd of beasts breaking free of their last shackles, thousands of bloodthirsty GNA soldiers, rifles in hand and some even drawing machetes, roared deafeningly, like a black torrent bursting its banks, completely engulfing the small, cratered, and burning sand dune slope!

The last resistance burst like a bubble.

The sporadic gunfire from SBS members lasted only a few seconds before being drowned out by the deafening shouts of battle.

An SBS member next to Dorn attempted a final stand.

But the next second, the team member was hit through the heart by bullets fired simultaneously from more than a dozen rifles.

Dorn staggered to his feet and tried to draw his pistol.

However, countless bloodshot eyes, burning with vengeful fury, were already fixed on him.

It was like a pack of hungry wolves surrounding a dying lion.

"It's him! This madman! Kill him!"

"For Commander Yarif!"

"For our fallen brothers!"

Bullets rained down on him like a storm!

Puff puff puff puff——

Dorn's body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted.

The pistol flew out of his hand.

Countless flowers of blood instantly bloomed on the expensive combat suit!
Chest, abdomen, arms, thighs... He was like a broken puppet being pulled by countless invisible threads, convulsing and spinning wildly in place, blood gushing out from all parts of his body like a fountain, staining the yellow sand beneath his feet red.

The final, frozen expression on his face was a twisted mix of extreme pain, bewilderment, and immense resentment.

He tried to shout something, but only large gushes of bloody foam came out of his throat.

Finally, the battered body lost all support and fell heavily, face down, onto the scorching sand.

Blood quickly pooled beneath him, forming a thick, ever-expanding dark red lake.

He twitched a few times, his fingers nervously scratching at the sand, before finally falling silent.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)