Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 73 Alive
The two cars of the fleeing militants and Samir's two cars almost collided head-on.

The two sides only discovered each other when they were less than a hundred meters apart.

As the militants here were getting scared out of their wits, their combat effectiveness index dropped sharply.

And Samir actually has problems here too.

The dozens of local mercenaries led by him and Arif were actually not very strong in combat.

Everyone was equally matched, and they started shooting at each other as soon as they met, staging a big drama of chickens pecking each other in the wild.

What Song Heping was most worried about at first was the local mercenaries recruited in the past few days. Most of these people were former government soldiers, and some were kicked out of the ICDC troops because they couldn't make it. Although they had all carried guns, they were slightly more advanced than the local security guards who had never touched a gun.

It's just that the recruitment time is too short and there is no mutual running-in. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are a mob. They can serve as guard posts and patrols, and cannon fodder. Their combat effectiveness may be lower than that of members of armed organizations, especially in terms of fighting will.

Fortunately, the other party was also eager to escape and had no will to fight at all, so they got the upper hand in a daze and successfully blew up the tires and engines of the two fleeing off-road vehicles, causing them to break down on the spot.

While the tug-of-war was going on, Song Heping and his cooks arrived from the rear and stabbed the opponent in the anus.

The "Musician" mercenary group resolved the battle in less than ten minutes.

Song Heping, the cook and the others spread out their formation, searched in a fan shape, and surrounded the two off-road vehicles.

"Be careful, there are still people alive in their car!"

Song Heping issued a warning.

Without saying a word, Bai Xiong raised his hand and fired a PKM machine gun at an off-road vehicle.

Da da da da da da——

White Bear bought this light machine gun from Harvey after he received a 500 million dividend. Harvey had better light machine guns, including the American 240 or M249, but White Bear still chose the classic old Soviet-made PKM.

In his words, it can be summed up in two words - conveniently!
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

It was too late for Song Heping to stop it.

The SUV had become a beehive, and screams could be heard from inside the car.

Gray Wolf carefully went up and opened the car door. A corpse rolled out and fell directly to the ground. There were many bullet holes on the body and blood was oozing out. The person was already dead.

The corpse is fresh...

It was obviously White Bear's masterpiece just now.

"Fuck me!"

Song Heping couldn't help it and started to yell at Bai Xiong.

"White Bear, do you Russians have to be so aggressive?! Not leaving anyone alive?!"

White Bear held the PKM machine gun with smoking barrel, looking stunned.

"Why leave him alive?!"

Song Heping was speechless...

"Tongue! Do you know what a tongue is? A living tongue! I need to find out who sent them, which armed group they belong to, what their intentions are for our oil fields, what their recent plans are, and so on. These are all intelligence! And you still say you're a paratrooper, didn't you study reconnaissance?!"

White Bear curled his lips and said, "I'm a machine gunner, not a scout!"

Song Heping was speechless again: "..."

Gray Wolf said, "There might be someone alive in that SUV up ahead. Let's go check it out."

The big guys narrowed the encirclement again and surrounded the second off-road vehicle.

"If you can still breathe, get out of here!"

The white bear yelled at the off-road vehicle.

Seeing no one answered, he turned to Song Heping and said, "No one answered, just to be on the safe side..."

As he said this, he raised his gun and was about to fire another burst of bullets.

"Fuck! Wait a minute!"

Song Heping hurriedly stopped him.

Then he said to the cook, "Shout once in Arabic."

The cook shouted in Arabic: "Everyone in the car, get out now, or we will shoot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the side door of the SUV opened.

There are really people alive.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" the man shouted in Arabic, raising his hands and lying in the car.

The white bear took a quick step forward and pulled the man to the ground.

Song Heping said, "Tie him up and take him back for interrogation."

After looking at the scene, he said to Samir, "Take back all the weapons and ammunition. Take back any cars that can be driven. Don't waste them."

The cook watching from the side couldn't help but say, "No wonder you Chinese can make money wherever you go to do business. Sad, you are really stingy."

Song Heping was too lazy to argue with him about these things.

The military styles of different countries are different, and he has seen the style of Russia.

All kinds of roughness and violence, and also all kinds of waste.

Starting a business is difficult!
The Russians won't understand the idea of ​​saving whenever possible.

"Cook, if you were in charge of logistics, you could probably produce seven days' worth of ammunition in one day."

Samir's men came and searched the car, and found a lot of good things in it.

Among the guns used by this group of people were actually two M4A1 assault rifles. This kind of gun is definitely not something that the armed group can buy on their own. The only way to get it is to seize it or beg for it from the dead.

It can be seen that they must have attacked regular US military troops before and looted these equipment from them.

Generally speaking, scouts are equipped with better equipment.

The small group of troops that appeared here tonight must be a reconnaissance unit of the armed organization.

So of course their equipment is not bad.

After bringing all the people and equipment back to the oil field work area, Song Heping asked Samir and the others to continue setting up guard posts, while he and other core team members stayed behind to interrogate the only survivor.

"What is your name?"

Looking at the militant who was tied up and shivering on the ground, Song Heping comforted him, "Don't worry, as long as you answer my questions honestly, I can spare your life. After all, I'm not a murderer."

These words were translated by the cook, but the other party looked at the white bear next to him very nervously and continued to tremble.

Song Heping understood and said to Bai Xiong, "Bai Xiong, go out for a while. He is afraid of you."

The white bear chuckled and turned to leave.

"Look, that big guy is out. You don't have to be afraid anymore, right?" Song Heping said, "What's your name?"

"Ali."

"Which armed faction are you from?"

"Freedom Force Alliance..."

"How many of you are there?"

“More than 300 people.”

"Where is your camp?"

When asked this, Ali fell silent.

Song Heping asked twice more.

Ali still didn't speak.

Obviously, you can say who you are and which armed faction you belong to, but you cannot say where your camp is.

This is tantamount to betraying one's own faction's stronghold.

Song Heping thought for a moment, then stood up and said to the cook, "You come and pry open his mouth. I'll go check on Ferrari. I'll leave him to you."

After saying that, he turned around and shouted outside: "White Bear, come in!"

"coming!"

White Bear returned to the warehouse excitedly.

"Sang, what did you call me for?"

"I'll leave it to you." Song Heping said, then walked up to Ali and patted him on the shoulder: "You have the right not to say anything. I wish you good luck."

Then he turned and left without saying another word.

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