Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 23 Alive again

Da da da--

Da da da--

Da da da--

At the same time, three people opened fire at the same time.

The last ones to fall were actually two militants.

Song Heping quickly switched to a supine shooting position at the critical moment, fell back, and fired the gun at the same time.

Although the two militants also fired, the bullets missed and passed over Song Heping's body.

This tactical move that has been practiced tens of thousands of times has long been engraved in the bones and formed muscle memory.

Although I have been away for several years, my foundation has not been lost.

At the critical moment, he miraculously saved his life!
After just killing the two of them, Song Heping was hit by a rain of bullets and quickly crawled back to the back of the car.

"Cook! We are surrounded! There are 9 enemies at 5 o'clock, and I killed two of them!"

Song Heping quickly reminded the cook.

The situation is not good now.

There are people in all three directions now.

There are no enemies only in the 6 o'clock direction.

But the enemy is condescending, just like hunting.

He and several other friends were all trapped on the road, unable to move forward or retreat.

While he was thinking about what to do next, Song Heping suddenly heard the terrible sound of breaking through the air again...

call out--

Damn...

It’s RPG again…

Song Heping hated this thing.

He himself has also played 40 Fire. 40 Fire and RPG are born from the same mother, and they are almost the same thing.

In the past, Song Heping liked to play RPGs. Cannonballs such as recoilless cannons could not be seen when fired, but RPGs could be seen clearly when fired. They whizzed in the air and flew towards the target. The ecstatic trajectory was fascinating to watch.

But at that time, I never thought that one day someone would use this kind of thing to blast me.

The RPGs in the hands of militants in various countries around the world will always be a mystery.

It seems like it will never end.

You would never know how much it exists.

Is this thing so cheap?
boom--

Before Song Heping could move, the RPG hit the front of the car where he was hiding.

Fortunately, it didn't hit his hiding place.

But it’s also annoying.

Song Heping's ears were ringing with bells and drums. Even though he was wearing noise-canceling headphones, he still couldn't resist such a close explosion.

The body has that out-of-body feeling again.

Time suddenly seemed to become elastic; only seconds had passed since the explosion, yet it felt like hours had passed...

He got up dizzy, unable to distinguish between east, west and north, and lost his sense of direction.

The god of death seemed to appear above his head again, staring at him coldly.

Everything——

The dull sound of gunfire passed through the sound filter and entered the ears.

Such a dull and shocking machine gun sound...

It's not like gunshots like PKM used by militants.

Song Heping raised his head and stretched his neck to look in the direction of the gunfire.

A Humvee armored vehicle with an M2HB large-caliber heavy machine gun mounted on the roof emerged from nowhere and stopped dozens of meters away.

He could even see the face of the machine gunner, an American soldier wearing sunglasses.

This guy was grabbing the handle of the heavy machine gun and splashing all the bullets in the magazine like water.

Stone chips scattered on the overpass, and the warheads fired by the 12.7 large-caliber M2HB heavy machine gun cut off several militants who had not had time to hide.

The half-body body of one of the militants fell and hit the roof of a car...

Reinforcements have arrived.

I was saved again.

I have experienced more life and death in these two days than in the past twenty years.

Song Heping felt that his life was no longer real.

In less than ten minutes, the attackers dispersed.

Everything was calm again.

Roadside raids in Bakda are always like this, easy come, easy go.

Song Heping sat down on the ground, his clothes already soaked with sweat.

Looking at the bodies lying around the cars and on the roadside, he suddenly felt like he had survived a catastrophe. The cook came over and pulled him up from the ground, his eyes wrinkled with a smile.

"Yes, yes! Mang, you are a born warrior!"

warrior?

Song Heping was not interested in his praise.

Do you need praise?

What I need is money.

This job is so dangerous.

You absolutely cannot treat it as a career that you can continue for a long time.

Hurry up and earn some money and go back to your country, otherwise you don't know how long your life will last.

So he said, "Cook, let me ask you something."

The cook said simply: "You say it!"

Song Heping said: "My performance today is considered qualified, right?"

The cook was still very straightforward: "Of course he is qualified, he is excellent!"

In order to express his praise more accurately, the cook gave a thumbs up.

"You are the best newbie I have ever seen!"

Song Heping smiled bitterly and said, "Then can you honor what you promised me?"

The cook was stunned: "What's going on?"

Song Heping said: "I want to get a salary of three hundred dollars a day."

The cook suddenly remembered.

Aiya, I go!

Is this kid in front of me going to become a regular employee?
He had promised Song Heping that if he proved his strength, he could become a regular employee immediately.

The shit that comes out of your words should never be broken rather than fattened.

"Okay! Three hundred is three hundred!" The cook readily agreed.

Of course he was happy.

What is most important in the 21st century?

Talent!

There are many free mercenaries who come to Bakda to make money, but they are a mixed bag, and their personal combat qualities are even more uneven.

The formal mercenaries of large PMC companies are carefully selected in their own countries and have undergone detailed background checks to ensure that they meet the requirements before signing.

Small teams like those led by the chef don't have many choices. After coming here, they rely more on recommendations from others, which is the so-called word of mouth.

The three players who died in the team before were all from South Africa, and they were all black brothers.

They claimed to have worked in EO Company for three years, deployed missions in Africa, and participated in actual combat.

When the cook first came to Bakda, he brought White Bear, Gray Wolf and Queen with him. Many employment tasks required more than five people to handle, so he went to the doctor in a hurry and agreed to join the three people without doing much detailed investigation.

After all, the South African EO company was also well-known in the field of private armed forces back then. Its mercenaries were retired soldiers from elite forces around the world. Before the company was disbanded, it created 60 people to resist the attack of thousands of RUF (Western Boys Armed Forces) soldiers. , a brilliant achievement at the cost of only 20 casualties.

What I never expected was that after working for less than a month, these three guys were accidentally blown over by an IED due to negligence during a mission, and two of them were killed on the spot.

There was also an injured man who struggled to climb out of the car to escape, but ran to the shooting line in a panic and was directly beaten to death by the ICDC soldiers responsible for support behind him.

The most taboo thing in a firefight is to run into one's own firing line. This can be said to be a sign of extremely low tactical quality.

One task failed three times, and in the end the task was unable to continue and was subcontracted to others.

This brought the reputation of the "Musicians" mercenary group to a low point, and it was almost synonymous with waste in the Bakda mercenary circle.

In addition, the cooks are all big-headed, and there are not many big-headed mercenaries making money here. As the former Red Empire disintegrated in Xishan, they were ostracized by the circle dominated by the Angsa people.

Before Song Heping joined, the cook had not received a task for a week. If this continued, the team would have to disband and fly back to his hometown.

After making a handover with the American troops who came to support them and revealing their identities, the five people did not dare to stay any longer. They quickly put Angel back into the car and hurried towards the Green Zone.

Returning to the Green Zone, today's mission is completed.

You can get it for $10,000.

After getting in the car, Bai Xiong couldn't help but said to the cook: "Boss, what did that boy say to you?"

The cook said: "He said he wanted to become an official team member."

White Bear asked curiously: "You agreed?"

"Why not?" The cook looked at the Opel car in front of him and said thoughtfully: "This guy just lacks some experience. He will definitely be a good hand with practice."

Bai Xiong said: "Why is he so anxious to become a regular employee?"

"He said he was poor," said the cook. "He had a lot of debt back home, and now he only has one hundred and twenty dollars left."

White Bear grinned: "It seems that he is crazy about being poor."

The cook said: "It's good to be poor. Only poor people are willing to work hard."

He stretched out his finger and nodded at himself and the white bear, and then said with emotion: "Didn't you and I also embark on this road because we were poor and wanted to get rich?"

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