Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 114 Song Heping's Determination
Two days later, Song Heping finally returned to the Hassan Oilfield.

He arrived in the afternoon and the cook gave him a big hug when he saw him.

"go!"

The cook pointed to the SUV beside him.

"Go see our oil fields!"

Now both oil fields have become the protection area of ​​the "Musician" defense, and the cook can't wait to take Song Heping to inspect the territory.

“This isn’t our oil field.”

Song Heping got into the car with a smile and corrected the cook, "It's the oil field of Wood Energy Group."

"Who cares? We are the ones in charge now."

The two drove to Cook Oil Field.

The Cook Oilfield is approximately 20 kilometers away from the Hassan Oilfield.

Its area is larger than the Hassan oil field.

Along the way, Song Heping asked the cook about the situation in the oil field in recent days.

"Has anyone come here to attack the oil fields these days?"

"Yes, they are from the Freedom Army."

"Freedom Force Alliance?"

"Correct."

"Did we lose anything?"

"The damage wasn't great, just a few injuries," the cook said. "But it was terrible over at Cook Field."

"what happened?"

"Maybe the Kurds thought Rice had killed one of their men, so they launched two attacks on the Cook Oil Field in the past two days."

"What intensity?"

"Several hundred. Rice's men suffered heavy losses. Luckily, we hadn't taken over before the attack, so Wood Energy didn't hold us responsible. But I heard Blackwater is furious and vowed to find out who framed them. We have to be careful."

"It's okay. The hunter's gun has been replaced, and Blackwater has a lot of troubles to deal with right now, so they don't have the energy to hunt him down. They used their connections in the CIA, but they couldn't find anything. I believe there won't be any problems in the short term."

The cook suddenly picked up a bottle of water and handed it to Song Heping.

Song Heping was slightly stunned.

I immediately understood what this guy meant.

He took the water, unscrewed the lid and took a sip.

The cook glanced at him with a grin and said, "What? Has the stress reaction passed?"

Song Heping nodded: "Yeah, I felt nauseous for two days. I wanted to vomit even when I saw water."

The cook said, "Sang, I have never been defeated by many people in my life, and you are one of them."

Song Heping said, "By the way, I've already placed the weapons in a warehouse on the outskirts of Bakda. It's the property of the Provisional Management Committee, so it should be safe. I've already arranged for a squad of soldiers to be stationed there, but..."

"But what?" asked the cook.

Song Heping said: "We are facing two major problems now. One is how to sell the arms. I spent over one million yuan on arms this time. If I can't sell them, I will have nothing to lose."

"Don't worry about that," the cook said. "Leave it to me. My friends back home will definitely be interested. They're all involved in gangs now, and many of them are acquainted with people from all over the world. Are you worried that you won't be able to sell the gun? But..."

"But what?"

"Transportation. That's the most difficult part. In the arms trade, finding buyers isn't difficult; the hard part is the paperwork and transportation. These arms aren't obtained through legitimate sources, so we need a way to ship them out. I don't think my Russian friends can interfere here; after all, this is American territory."

transportation?

Yes.

Transportation is a big problem.

When buying arms, Song Heping saw the profits and price differences, but in fact, he had not considered the details of many things.

He prepared for the worst.

If you can't sell it, use it for your own mercenary group.

A mercenary force of several hundred people should be enough to last for several years.

It's cheaper than buying it from Harvey, and the difference saved can offset the cost.

But this is just the worst-case scenario.

When doing business, you should prepare for the worst, but you cannot actually make the worst plan a reality.

It now seems that the arms business is highly profitable.

But not everyone can do it.

There are many tricks in it.

"Let me think about it first. You can contact your friends back home and see if they're interested. Let's work together to find a way to transport it."

"no problem."

The cook suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, you said we have two problems. What is the other one?"

"Training," Song Heping said. "We've recruited so many people at once. Although they're all former government soldiers, I have no idea how good they are at combat. I guess we need to organize professional tactical training for them."

"I don't understand this training thing," the cook said. "You're a military expert, so you're in charge. We agreed that I'll be responsible for external liaisons, and you'll handle military matters. But training grounds are hard to find. When we practiced shooting in Bakda, we had to borrow the grounds from the coalition's shooting range. Now we're all in the oil fields, and we can't just bring everyone back to Bakda for training. It's too inconvenient."

While the cook was speaking, Song Heping's eyes remained outside the car window.

Outside the car window is a flat Gobi Desert. The terrain here is mostly like this, with many hills, some parts are hilly, and most of them are flat.

"I think it's arranged here."

He pointed out the window.

"what?"

The cook followed his finger and looked outside the car.

"Is there any place more suitable for tactical training than here?" Song Heping said, "We can also conduct some defensive tactics training in the oil field. We can even pull the shooting class out into the wild. This place is so big, not to mention gun training, we can even practice artillery."

Talking about the chef, I'm getting excited.

"I heard you bought a lot of artillery this time?" "Yes," Song Heping said. "There are 100 mortars alone, 107 20mm rocket launchers, and 90 Arrow-3 air defense missiles. Our current arsenal is enough for a small-scale annihilation war. I'm thinking, if the Free Army comes to cause trouble again, we have to make them feel the pain."

"Are you planning to fight a decisive battle?" asked the cook.

Song Heping said, "Annihilation war is correct, but you may have misunderstood what I meant, cook."

"Did you misunderstand?" The cook was a little confused.

Song Heping said, "When I say a war of annihilation, I mean to directly wipe out the Freedom Force Alliance."

"Take it?!"

The cook was shocked.

Even he, who was always known for his boldness, found it incredible.

"Are you crazy?! There are at least a thousand of them!"

More than three hundred people wanted to eat a thousand people.

It is equivalent to two reinforced companies trying to take down two other reinforced battalions.

Isn't this crazy?
"Sang, we got this fortune entirely by luck. You wouldn't be so arrogant, would you?"

Song Heping also knew that this was very difficult, but he had made up his mind.

What he has decided cannot be changed.

"Cook, it's not that I'm inflated, it's my misjudgment of the situation. Think about it, why would the Cold War support the Freedom Army in attacking the oil fields? These oil fields belong to the Americans. Logically, shouldn't the Cold War give their adoptive father some face? For so many years, the Americans have also been supporting the Cold War to fight against Shadamu. Logically, they are in the same group. Don't you find it strange that it suddenly turned out like this?"

“It’s all about profit.”

The cook said, "I know exactly. The Colds want the big oil fields up north. Their goal is financial resources. Taking over the oil fields here means a stable source of income. With financial resources, they can truly be self-sufficient and no longer have to look to the Americans for help or rely on them like godfathers."

"Yes," Song Heping said, "You think the same as I do, but the Kurdish armed forces have even greater ambitions. Think about it, if they can get the oil fields and sell millions of barrels of crude oil every day, it means their financial resources will be guaranteed. In this way, they will have enough power to occupy a place in the political arena of Irigaray. What they want is not just money, but power."

"So, the Americans are behind the Kurdish forces, and the Free Army is behind the Kurdish forces. If we destroy the Free Army, wouldn't that be a slap in the face of the Americans?"

The cook thought this was crazy.

It’s not that I’m afraid of death.

But with their current strength, they are simply unable to compete with the US military.

That's not like trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm, it's like dust entering the sea, without even a sound.

"I don't think so." Song Heping analyzed: "Do you think that the American intelligence agencies are so powerful that they don't know that it is the Kurdish armed forces that support the Free Army? Don't they know that the attacks on Hassan and Kuk oil fields were supported by the Kurds? They know, they know everything..."

Song Heping took another sip of water and looked into the distance thoughtfully.

At this time they were driving west, and the sunlight was shining directly into their eyes, making people feel dizzy.

Song Heping pondered for a long time in this dizzy feeling, and finally made his final judgment.

"I think the Americans are eager for someone to teach the Cold War a lesson, or even for someone to just destroy the troublemaker, the Freedom Army. Do you believe it?"

This question stumped the cook.

He was speechless for a long time.

This judgment is very bold.

If the judgment is correct, then killing the Free Army will stabilize the security of the oil field.

If the judgment is wrong, it is equivalent to directly fighting the US military.

Whether or not you can get out of Irigo alive is another matter.

"Even if you want to kill them, you have to know where their lair is, right?" The cook couldn't answer Song Heping's question and could only change the subject: "How can we do it without this information?"

The Free Army's base is on the border near the Kurdish armed control area and the Tuji direction. There are many tribes and villages there. The terrain on the other side of the border is different from that on the oil field side. There are many mountains there.

It is indeed not easy to find the other party's lair.

"When the time comes, I'll ask Ferrari to see if they can get some information. I'll spend some money to find them." Song Heping said firmly.

The cook couldn't help but say, "Sang, why are you so obsessed with killing the Freedom Army?"

In his opinion, Song Heping seemed to be at odds with the Freedom Army and was determined to fight them to the death, which was very unwise.

Song Heping said, "Do you think I want to fight them to death? I just told you their purpose. They are just a tool. They have no autonomy. As long as the Koulds are determined to gain power, they will never stop attacking us. Therefore, killing them is equivalent to warning the Koulds not to touch us."

The cook said, "What if they start to fight us too, and continue to support an organization to compete with us?"

"If they plan to support another organization, it will take time and money. We will be much quieter for at least a year or two." Song Heping said coldly: "What size and strength will we be in two years? Can't we just destroy them again?"

The cook was still worried: "What if the Kurds come out to fight us? Their forces are ten times greater than the Free Army's."

This time, Song Heping couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"They're going to do it themselves? An organization backed by the Americans is going to do it themselves to attack the American oil fields? Fine, we don't have to clean it up ourselves. We can use public opinion to put pressure on the US military. What do you think the US military will do? Will they destroy them? I believe the leaders of the Cold War aren't that stupid. If they are, they should just die and be cannon fodder."

After the previous two experiences, Song Heping suddenly realized that public opinion was a good thing.

Sometimes this thing works better than a gun.

After finishing things here, I must go to the United States to visit Angel in person to thank her for her help.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered something.

That's the passport.

Now I don’t dare to go to the Chinese Embassy.

After all, my sister said on the phone that someone came to the house.

Although it may not be a problem, it does not necessarily mean that nothing is wrong.

I am now the legal representative of "Musician" Defense, and this identity is too sensitive.

I may have to do a lot of shady things in the future. Doesn’t that mean I will never see my younger brothers and sisters again in this life?
The thought of this gave him a headache.

It seems we need to find a solution.

The best way might be to get a fake passport.

But a fake passport is fake after all, and it will be exposed sooner or later, which also carries risks.

What?

How annoying...

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)