Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 71: Use Magic to Fight Magic
Song Heping is very good at topography.

He could clearly see the difficulty of defending the Hassan Oil Zone on the map.

It is too difficult to defend this oil field with a radius of hundreds of kilometers with just a few people, and it is easy to lose sight of one thing while focusing on another.

The armed forces here are currently in the form of guerrilla warfare. They will not engage in head-on confrontation with regular troops, but generally adopt hit-and-run tactics with the purpose of destroying and killing people until the enemy is defeated.

Song Heping explained his tactical assumptions to everyone.

You can't use regular military tactics against this kind of guerrillas.

Guerrilla tactics themselves are aimed at regular troops, especially the ones that start by forming a defense network, engaging in positional warfare, and strictly defending the area.

If one's own troops are not strong enough to crush the enemy, this is undoubtedly seeking death.

The US troops stationed in Bakda are the best example. They have only been here for less than half a year. Although their manpower and firepower absolutely crush the rebels and suicide squads, they have been harassed by various attacks and have become neurotic.

Guerrilla warfare itself is a form of special operations, so the best way to deal with guerrilla warfare is guerrilla warfare itself, using special forces against special forces and magic to defeat magic.

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Who can beat the flower growers?

After calling a few local mercenaries, Song Heping asked them to unload some of the mines installed on the pickup truck.

"Desperate!" White Bear watched as boxes of Claymore mines were unloaded from the truck and asked curiously, "You bought so many mines this time. Are you planning to blow them all up with them?"

As he said this, he turned and pointed into the distance.

"Look here, such a large open area, how are you going to plant mines?"

In the opinion of this former elite soldier of the Russian paratrooper unit, mines can only be effective if they are buried in key passages and narrow areas.

In a place like the Hassan Oil Field, there is exposed flat land all around, and it is difficult to know where to bury the mines because the enemy may come from anywhere.

"I'll mark the location for you on the GPS map later, and you'll lay mines according to the direction I mark."

Song Heping looked at the sky and said, "Hurry up, come and help us, otherwise when it gets dark and the enemy comes, we will all be doomed."

"Hurry up!" The cook urged White Bear, "Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Didn't you hear the boss's orders?!"

The cook's serious look made everyone laugh.

To be honest, no one in the team has changed their mindset yet.

A few days ago, the cook was the boss, but now it suddenly became Song Heping.

Everyone thinks it's quite funny.

Because it is obvious that the chef is superstitious and afraid of the "Umarov curse".

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, and everyone went up to help with a smile.

A total of twenty broadsword mines were retrieved this time.

According to Song Heping's order, four mines were buried at five points, with four mines at each point, buried on the left and right to form fan-shaped cross fire, so as to maximize the destructive power of the explosion.

The locations of these five points are different. Except for the swamp in the north of the oil storage area, mines are buried in the remaining three directions.

Song Heping didn't explain to them why they had to bury it here, they just followed orders.

Mercenaries also need to observe discipline.

By the time the mines were laid, it was dark.

Sanchez also retreated with Wood's employees.

Song Heping then began to make tactical arrangements.

"Samir, Arif, take your platoons and find a hiding spot on the west and east sides of this work area. Make sure your vehicles are well camouflaged. No one is allowed to move without my order!"

"Yes, Boss."

Samir and Arif were very obedient. They took the order and left with their men.

After Samir and the others left, the cook looked around and asked Song Heping: "Sang, where do you plan to ambush us?"

Song Heping said, "We have five minefields now, so the seven of us need to split into five teams, each conducting surveillance near one of the five minefields. White Bear and you two will be in one team, Hunter, you and Disaster Star will be in one team, and the rest of us will each be in a team. I have only one request - don't confront them head-on. Even if someone comes by at night, passes by there, or even gets hit by the explosion, don't confront them head-on. Report your position and wait for everyone's support. Do you understand? Also, White Bear and Hunter, your teams will each be responsible for driving an off-road vehicle. Once the enemy appears, quickly come over to gather the rest of us. The specific tactics to be applied will be subject to my orders!"

The cooks couldn't find anything wrong with the neat and tidy arrangement, so they followed the instructions. Ten minutes later, everyone was in their assigned seats.

Song Heping was hiding at a point northwest of the Hassan Oil Field, about 7 kilometers away from Samir's two platoons.

The core team members are all very far apart, ranging from 3 kilometers to 6-7 kilometers.

Lying on a mound of earth just over 200 meters away from the explosion point, Song Heping looked at the time.

eight pm.

Look at the sky again.

There was only a cold moon hanging high in the sky, with few clouds.

nice weather.

He checked his night vision goggles, made sure there was no problem, took out his water bottle and drank some water, then began testing the communication.

"Test, test. Cook, hear the answer."

"I heard you. I'm already there."

"White Bear, what about you?"

"Yulia and I are watching the moon."

"Gray Wolf."

"I'm in place."

"Hunter."

"Hunter in position."

"Sang, let me ask you something."

The cook still couldn't help himself.

"How do you know for sure they'll come from these points?"

"Not sure." Song Heping said, "There is nothing 100% certain in the world."

As he spoke, he took out the individual food, took out the regular individual rations of the US military, selected the Mexican stewed chicken, tore open the package and started to squeeze it into his mouth.

There are a lot of things in this individual soldier's ration, including rice, but it is not convenient to heat it now. If you want to eat it cold, chicken is of course more acceptable.

Song Heping ate with gusto.

After all, this was better than the feeling of being buffeted by insects during his wilderness survival training. When he was hungriest, he even ate elephant dung in the southwestern rainforest.

That stuff is much more disgusting than cold chicken.

"I'm not sure you'd let us plant mines here?" the cook said. "Are you just trying your luck?"

Song Heping ridiculed the cook: "Cook, you've never been a soldier, so you don't understand. It's right to listen to me."

"Tell me your reasons," the cook said unwillingly, "Even if I die, I'd rather die knowingly."

Song Heping said disdainfully: "Who told you to die? I told any of you not to fight back if you see the enemy triggering a mine. Wait for my order."

Having said that, I feel it is necessary to explain my basis.

Then he said, "Cook, do you know that ants leave tracks when they crawl on the sand?"

"I know, but so what? Those militants aren't ants," the cook said. "I didn't see any wheel tracks either."

"You didn't see it, but have you forgotten the documents Ferrari brought out at the Joint Security Council?"

Song Heping said, "The US military and the Interim Governing Council have sent three groups of soldiers to take over defense of this oil field in the past few months, but they ultimately failed to hold it. The Hassan oil field has been attacked a total of twelve times, ranging from a few dozen people to the largest involving over 400 people. I've seen the attackers' routes, and they're all located at the five points where we're laying mines."

"Then..." the cook asked worriedly, "If hundreds of people come tonight, how are we going to handle it?"

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