Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 77: Enough for a Mahjong Table
Under the cover of shrapnel, several militants who tried to crawl across the road and hide in the grass were immediately blown into sieves.

Although fragments do not necessarily require human lives.

But it must be painful.

The wailing sound pierced the night sky, making people's hair stand on end.

"Sayyid!"

A member of the militia's reconnaissance team roared in grief upon seeing this, and stood up from the bushes across the street with his assault rifle in hand, firing wildly at Song Heping's position.

Just all to no avail.

Song Heping didn't even show his head.

The grenade was thrown from the top of the equipment pile, hitting the target from a distance.

So the opponent's attack was in vain and could not cause him any harm.

The team leader soon paid the price for his impulsiveness.

The hunter on the tower fired a bullet and shot him down.

"Surrender!"

Song Heping wanted to capture him alive.

"If you want to live, surrender!"

He yelled from behind the pile of equipment.

"You don't stand a chance! Don't even wait for your car to pick you up. It's all over. They've been killed too!"

Song Heping was not bragging.

Just now, news came from the polar bear couple and the gray wolf.

Several off-road vehicles had just started to come to the work area to provide support, but they were shot dead next to the vehicles and did not even have a chance to get in.

The scene fell silent.

Song Heping looked at his watch.

"You only have thirty seconds. If you don't surrender, you will die!"

He wasn't being pretentious.

Just telling the truth.

Apart from the militants still lying on the ground and wailing, the few armed scouts hiding in the bushes opposite really had no chance of successfully resisting.

Although Song Heping, the cook and others were outnumbered, they controlled the buildings at both ends of the living area and the working area, trapping the enemy in that open space.

There is no point in holding on.

Grass is not bulletproof.

Even if you hide in the bushes, you can't escape the PKM machine gun fire from the chef and the disaster star on the opposite side.

What's more, there are hunters watching closely from the high tower in the distance.

It is impossible to withdraw to the work area.

As long as you stand up and show your head, you will see God immediately.

"Sad! Just kill them! Why bother trying to persuade them to surrender? Two more shots will kill them all!"

The cook became impatient on the communication channel.

"You know nothing!"

Song Heping retorted to the cook.

"You heard me right!"

He was too lazy to explain so much and didn't have time to argue with the cook.

It wasn't that Song Heping was merciful and wanted to keep the person alive.

Fighting.

The first goal is indeed to kill the enemy.

But this is a means.

Not the purpose!

What is the purpose?

For Song Heping.

The purpose is to make money!
What is the most important thing for a mercenary company?

profit!

The tactics I have learned are to achieve the highest goal at the lowest cost. This is the highest art of war.

During the time he spent with the cook, he discovered that this guy was a person with two extremes.

He is very good at building relationships and his gentle manner makes people feel like spring breeze.

But once they pick up a gun, they just kill, kill, kill, without any regard for life or death, and they don't take other people's lives seriously, nor do they take their own lives seriously.

The trapped militants were obviously rigorously trained scouts. Their military value was definitely higher than that of ordinary infantrymen, and they were definitely the elite of the armed organization.

Not only does this kind of person possess certain intelligence, but he is also very valuable in himself.

It is not an easy task to defend this oil field.

I can handle tonight's attack by myself, but what about tomorrow?
There are countless armed factions entrenched in northern Irigoe, and there are even more armed organizations with military power.

The US military couldn't even gain a foothold here in the past few months, let alone a small company like ours with only a few dozen people?

Therefore, Song Heping decided to close the net tonight. How much fish he could catch was another matter, but at least he had figured out the armed groups interested in the Hassan oil field and their ultimate goal.

Before thirty seconds had passed, the other party surrendered.

And the tour leader actually speaks English.

This made Song Heping even more certain that this was an elite armed reconnaissance team with a complicated origin.

"Don't shoot! We surrender!"

Finally, a man stood up in the bushes, holding an automatic rifle in both hands, a standard surrender posture.

"Get all your men out, put your guns together, and get down to the side!"

Song Heping put forward his own request.

The other party did as he was told.

It seems that he really doesn't want to lose his life here.

"My people need medical help!"

The man who led the surrender shouted.

"Don't worry, surrender first, we are not killers!"

Song Heping remembered the psychological warfare skills he had learned in the past and comforted the other party.

"If you want to save your brother, surrender quickly!"

After hearing this, the other party indeed sped up his movements a lot.

They quickly piled the weapons aside and lay down in a neat row on the road nearby.

You know what, this surrender is very disciplined.

Song Heping gave the order over the chat: "Hunter, Disaster Star, you control the situation. Cook, you come from the other side, I'll come from this side, you cover me, I'll search you. Samir, send 10 people and two medics with first aid medicine, and the rest of you continue to set up guard posts on the perimeter."

"clear."

"Ok."

"Yes, boss."

Two men appeared from both sides of the road, pointing their guns at the captives on the road, and the hunter in the distance's aiming sights also swept back and forth over each enemy.

Disaster Star stood twenty meters away, holding a PKM machine gun, aiming at the wailing scouts. Anyone who tried to cause trouble would be shot immediately.

Song Heping went over to check and made sure that these people were not dangerous. Then he asked the cook to come over and help tie them up.

As soon as he was tied up, the doctor and 10 of Samir's men drove over.

When recruiting local mercenaries this time, Song Heping emphasized the need to recruit at least four field medical officers.

These medical officers acted as medical soldiers. They were all military doctors of the former government army. After Shadamu's fall, the former government army was disbanded and they became unemployed.

Seeing that Song Heping kept his promise and gave first aid to his men, the team leader said "thank you" when he passed by Song Heping before being carried away.

Early the next morning.

Sanchez, the chief engineer of the Hassan oil field, returned to the oil field with the workers.

He didn't sleep well last night.

He was awakened by a phone call in the middle of the night. It was the supervisor of the Cook Oilfield area who called him and said that their oil field had been attacked by militants and two workers were injured. He asked Sanchez if there had been any attack on his side.

Sanchez told the other party truthfully that he had never spent the night at the Hassan oil field and of course had not been attacked.

After hanging up the phone, Sanchez sat next to his sleeping bag and thought for a long time, cold sweat breaking out.

Yesterday, I had objections to Song Heping's decision and felt that the young people from this security company were making trouble.

Looking at it today...

Oh my god!

Fortunately, I came back last night.

Otherwise, who knows who will be the unlucky one to get shot.

He called Song Heping.

As a result, no one answered.

So he brought people to the oil field early.

He wanted to find Song Heping to thank him, but as soon as he entered the living area, he saw a group of militants tied together like grasshoppers with ropes in the corner of a wooden house.

Although they had surrendered their weapons, it was clear at a glance that they were members of an armed organization.

Sanchez gasped and counted.

There are actually 11 people.

He quickly asked the guards, "Are these people prisoners?"

The local mercenary on guard nodded and said, "Yes, the boss led the team to capture him last night."

Sanchez's eyes widened: "You caught so many at once?"

The guard held up three fingers and emphasized proudly, "Three times. We were attacked three times last night!"

Sanchez's saliva got stuck in his throat and he almost choked to death: "Three times?!"

The guard said, "Yes, they were defeated three times. There are more than that. There are six injured in the warehouse."

After hearing this, Sanchez's scalp went numb.

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