Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 50: Fighting rabbits

Iligo, the outskirts of Titlik.

Song Heping crawled up a small mound like a snake.

I have to say that night vision goggles are a good thing.

A high-end product purchased from a licking bag, the latest product specially designed for Midi special forces. Even in such dark and lightless conditions, the environment can still be seen clearly.

"Queen, are you in place?"

"We're in place, but this damn place... doesn't have a good location!"

The Queen complained softly on the channel, with a few curse words in Russian mixed in her words.

This was the first time Song Heping had seen a woman with such a bad mouth.

I don’t know what White Bear likes about her.

The "Musician" mercenary group left the car two kilometers away, then disassembled the M2HB from the Humvee, carried it with the ammunition to the vicinity of the farm, and took two RPG rocket launchers placed on the Humvee. , intended for use as heavy fire support.

It is said to be heavy firepower, but in reality it is still light firepower.

If you have an Apache helicopter, it will be easier to use than any rocket launcher.

or……

It would not be bad to send yourself an AC-130 air gunship...

Unfortunately neither.

Nor will there be.

This is what a small team needs.

Have to endure it.

Firepower is not enough, tactics must be used to make up for it.

Now according to the intelligence information provided by Thomas, Saif is in this farm.

After some reconnaissance, it was determined that there were four buildings on the farm.

The main building is a two-story building with an area of ​​more than 100 square meters. The remaining buildings look like barns and places where farm equipment is parked.

Reconnaissance takes time.

Generally speaking, it will take at least a day or two or even longer for a scout to conduct reconnaissance on a location and a target.

Through repeated long-term observations, we can draw target terrain maps, calibrate the locations of sentries and important weapons facilities, understand the opponent's sentry patrol routes and shift times, and formulate targeted tactical plans.

"cook."

Song Heping said: "You should ask Thomas for the reconnaissance pictures here."

The cook said angrily: "I looked for it, but I didn't give it."

Song Heping snorted coldly: "No? That would be interesting."

The cook asked: "What's interesting?"

Song Heping sighed and said, "Do you think Thomas' people can't handle this place?"

The cook said, "Of course."

Song Heping said: "That's it. He treats us as swordsmen, borrowing swords to kill people. He doesn't have to pay any price for his own blood. He picks what's ready. When we both lose, he comes to pick the peaches..."

As he spoke, he pointed to the dark farm in the distance.

"Look. There is a large open area here. There are more than 20 patrols that can be seen inside and outside the farm. It is still uncertain how many are in the house and hidden sentries. According to the deployment of one-third, two-thirds Judging from the ratio of on-call repairs, there are at least 70 suicide squads on this farm. It is too risky for us to touch it. There is no cover at all. It is easy to be discovered. If you are discovered, you will die. There is no other way. "

The cook also understood, frowned and cursed: "Thomas, this sinister villain!"

Then asked: "Do you have any good plans?"

Song Heping glanced at him: "You are the boss, okay?"

The cook was straightforward and said directly: "How about I be the boss for you? Do you think it's comfortable to be the boss?"

Song Heping said: "I've never seen a knife like you."

After watching for a while, Song Heping shook his head and said: "Without the assistance of air power, it will be difficult for us to accomplish anything. Even now, there is not enough time. We don't even know when the patrols will take over. Otherwise, we can use the gaps in the shift time to carry out quick assaults." …”

The cook looked at his watch. It was two fifty.

"Msang, there are still ten minutes left before the agreed meeting time. We have no time."

Song Heping retracted his head, turned over and looked up at the stars.

Looking at those twinkling stars, his mind kept racing, thinking about how to deal with it.

Tactics...

Tactics...

What tactics should be adopted?
Images of various training sessions back then flashed through my mind.

The instructor poked his forehead and shouted, his voice still ringing in his ears.

"Water has no fixed shape, and soldiers have no fixed state. Be flexible. If you really go to the battlefield, don't stick to all the theories you learned. Forget them! Let them flow into your blood and your bones, and become your own!"

Damn it... Song Heping cursed in his heart.

What the instructor said back then was so philosophical. This thing sounds simple, but its application is not simple at all.

"Mourning! Make up your mind! There are only seven minutes left!"

The cook urged anxiously from the side.

"Stop calling me mournful. I always feel like you are taking advantage of me!" Song Heping was a little irritated and couldn't help scolding the cook.

The cook licked his lips, licked his tongue, and said humbly and seriously: "Mourning... have you thought of any solution?"

Maybe I still speak too much Russian, but I just can’t speak straight.

Still mourning.

"grass!"

Song Heping suddenly sat up, then picked up an RPG rocket launcher and hung it on his back, and ran away like lightning.

This move immediately shocked the cook.

What happened?
Escape?

Quit?
Just because you called him "mourning"?
"Sang, what are you doing?!"

The cook asked loudly through the channel.

Fortunately, he heard Song Heping's answer: "Cook, there is no time to explain now. You stay where you are, lurk in your current position, listen to my command and fire, remember my words, and try to kill and delay his bodyguards." , buy some time!”

"What did you say? I didn't understand!"

"You don't need to understand! This is hunting down rabbits!"

"Hunting rabbits in the grass? What kind of rabbits?"

The cook was confused.

In the end what happened?
His head was full of mush.

Song Heping started to fly around the farm towards the north as fast as possible.

To the north of the farm is the city of Tikrit.

That's an area the coalition doesn't yet fully control.

At present, there are still a large number of former death squad members loyal to Sha Damu in the city. They have transformed into guerrillas and are hiding in the city, launching harassment and street battles with the coalition forces.

If Saif thinks that Angel has colluded with the intelligence services, then he will be the panicked rabbit if he is attacked!

He will definitely escape.

Where to escape?
Of course that's Tikrit city.

It's the safest place around.

Therefore, the north is the only way to go.

Song Heping decided to go there to intercept the other party.

There is an additional RPG rocket launcher on his body.

But it is not a problem for Song Heping, who has been undertaking ten kilometers of armed cross-country all year round.

What matters is speed.

Fortunately, his ten-kilometer cross-country time was around 36 minutes, and he was one of the best people in the company that year.

The wind blew in his ears, and Song Heping seemed to have returned to the past.

This time, he ran faster than ever before.

After all, lives are at stake.

The cook was still asking on the channel, but Song Heping didn't even bother to answer him.

If the cook doesn't even have this bit of trust, there's no need to be a back-to-back comrade.

"He called."

Angel's voice suddenly came from the earphones.

This foreign girl is currently in a bulletproof car two kilometers away, using a car radio to communicate.

The "him" she refers to is none other than Saif.

Song Heping glanced at his watch.

It's three o'clock.

"Angel, use your acting talent to hold him back. Try to hold him back for as long as you can!"

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