Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 611 Donkey Dung Balls on the Ground
Tobajagarh Mountain area, early morning.

"You look unhappy."

Song Heping looked at Willy who had been silent all the way and took the initiative to chat with him.

This is within the territory of Pakistan.

According to the original plan, they had to cross the border on foot and then call a helicopter to take them back to Kandahar.

Although Pakistan's air defense radar system does not have a large coverage in this weak mountainous area, low-flying American helicopters can easily cross the border into the mountains here, but it is better to be safe than sorry. In order to avoid risks, they can only cross the border on foot.

Marching in the plateau at night is a very boring thing.

The night temperature was very low, and both of them wore soft sailor winter hats.

Although this thing is not bulletproof, it is very heat-insulating.

In addition, the altitude here is about 3,000 meters, so the physical exertion is much higher than on the plains. Ordinary people simply cannot carry heavy loads and march continuously here.

Chatting can relax both of you, which is better than rushing on the road.

But since the end of the firefight, Willy has been silent. Apart from routine reports to ISA's front-line command in Kandahar, he has nothing to say to Song Heping.

It can be seen that this guy is in a bad mood.

Song Heping thought that beheading Curtis had caused him some psychological pressure, but later he thought that was not true.

He didn't hesitate at all when he cut off the traitor's head just now. Song Heping could even see that Willy was very happy to do so, and he felt a certain pleasure of emotional catharsis when cutting.

"I'm not unhappy." Willy's beard was covered with water droplets, and he exhaled white air as he said, "Song, I was actually very happy just now."

Song Heping said: "But I see you didn't say a word."

Willy said in a listless tone, "I don't want to talk. I'm thinking about something."

"What's the matter?" Song Heping was very curious.

Willy thought for a moment before answering, "I'm just lamenting the impending end of my Special Forces career."

Song Heping remembered that this guy said that he wanted to apply for a job in the logistics department after he returned, and then work there until the end of his contract before returning to the United States and choosing to retire.

"Because you can't bear to leave?"

"I joined the army at the age of 19, joined the Rangers at the age of 21, then joined Delta Force, and later, I joined the Operations Department of the ISA. It has been a full years. I have spent most of my time in special forces. If you ask me if I am reluctant to leave, I can tell you with certainty that I am..."

"If you don't want to leave, you don't have to leave. People should do what makes them happy."

"No. I'm tired of these things and disappointed." Willy suddenly became serious. "I used to think that joining the Special Forces was serving my country. Here, I fought bravely with like-minded comrades and deployed to various parts of the world together. I was proud to be one of them."

Willy sighed and turned his head to look at Song Heping. "I've also had doubts about the nature, purpose, and significance of some actions before, but I consoled myself by saying, Hey! Willy! That's a question that the big guys consider from a higher perspective. Some things just have to be done by someone! Well, that's how I convinced myself..."

Having said this, he stopped talking and continued on his way in silence.

Song Heping did not ask any further questions.

He felt that Willy should be given some peace and quiet at this time.

He needs time to think about some things about his life and career.

Soon after, Willy picked up the conversation again: "But this operation made me see through it completely. Yes, our military leaders all knew that Curtis was a traitor, but the people in the White House and those gentlemen on Capitol Hill didn't think so. They knew he was a traitor, but they chose to protect him and wanted us to clean up the mess and portray a traitor as a hero!"

"Look at this! How ridiculous is this!? Just because the traitor's father is a congressman? Just because their family is rich and financially supported by the president? They can distort the facts to deceive the people? They even dare to deceive God! What a ridiculous thing!"

He laughed as he spoke and shook his head at Song Heping.

Song Heping said, “Is the Curtis family rich?”

"Of course!" Willy said. "How else do you think his father became a senator? He was promoted by the group run by his uncle. I've checked Curtis's performance in the army. To put it in my own words, he's an idiot who doesn't even know what war is. He's a useless piece of shit raised in a hothouse!"

"At least your military leaders did the right thing. If it were me, I would also order the traitors to be killed," said Song Heping.

Willy snorted. "Hmph! It's useless. Ever since the military brass agreed to send the first ODA team to rescue that idiot Curtis, I've given up on them. They can't change anything. Sometimes they even make peace with those Capitol Hill bosses for their own benefit. And they treat the lives of frontline soldiers like us as worthless, dismissing us with nothing more than a medal and a pension."

After hearing this, Song Heping felt that there was nothing to refute.

That is the game of American politics and money.

Rich people like America.

Because in America, money really can do whatever you want.

Seeing Song Heping's silence, Willy continued, "You did an excellent job on this mission. To be honest, this is the first time I've seen such a powerful PMC. You've broadened my horizons." Song Heping smiled and said, "Have you come into contact with many PMCs?"

Willy nodded. "A lot. I've met almost everyone in Afghanistan, Iligo, and even Africa."

After a pause, he asked again, "Were you really a pig farmer when you were serving in the Chinese Army?"

"My unit is called the breeding base, what do you think?" Song Heping smiled.

At the beginning, the 203rd Unit’s training base was indeed named a logistics and breeding base.

He was not exaggerating or lying about this.

Willy was silenced.

After a long pause, he said, "No wonder General MacArthur said that anyone who goes to war with the Chinese Army must be a madman!"

Song Heping asked, "Did he say that?"

Willy nodded. "Yes. That's what he said. So I hope we won't be rivals in the future."

Song Heping smiled and said nothing.

Just as the two of them were stumbling forward in the mountains, Willy suddenly said "hmm" and stopped.

Song Heping asked, "What's wrong?"

Willy didn't say anything. He slowly squatted down and reached out to pick up a round object on the ground.

Song Heping also picked up a ball out of curiosity.

After reading it, he squatted down and began to observe the ground carefully.

Willy is doing the same thing.

A minute later, the two of them looked at each other at the same time, and then understood each other immediately.

They immediately hid behind the rocks on the side of the mountain.

After making sure that there was no one around, the two began to talk.

"There's a problem," Willy said.

Song Heping nodded: "Yes, there is a problem."

Willy deliberately gave Song Heping a difficult question: "Tell me, what's the problem?"

Song Heping said: "That's donkey dung, still very fresh, no more than an hour ago."

Willy said, "Yeah, how could there be donkey dung in this damn place at night? And did you see those donkey hoof prints? At least ten donkeys. Even the farmers nearby wouldn't drive ten donkeys out to wander around this damn place so late at night."

Song Heping asked, "I just found footprints next to the donkey's hoof. I thought they were from smugglers, but now I think they're not."

Because there is a war in Afghanistan, both the people and the armed groups need smuggling.

Where there is war, there is profit even in the poorest places.

"Footprints?" Willy said. "What footprints?"

"The footprints of the Salomon XA Forces series." said Song Heping.

Willy asked, "How do you know so clearly?"

Song Heping smiled and stretched out his feet: "I'm wearing it too."

Only then did Willy see clearly that the brand of boots Song Heping was wearing was also Salomon.

"Could it be the special forces?" Willy frowned. "That shouldn't be the case. We agreed to call for a helicopter after entering Afghanistan, and no one from Nicky's side has informed me that anyone is available."

"Don't guess." Song Heping checked the gun and said, "The best way is to check it yourself. It's such a simple thing."

Willy said, "Let's not make any more trouble. We go our way and they go their way."

Song Heping said, "Let me tell you, they're probably coming for us. Otherwise, do you think border smugglers would wear combat boots designed for battlefield use? Are you really a military fan coming here for a hike?"

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