Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 78 I let you go
In the warehouse.

Song Heping handed a bag of food to the injured team leader Nasin. This guy had been shot in the arm by someone during the firefight last night. After being bandaged, one of his hands was now in a sling.

“Don’t worry, it’s halal.”

Song Heping said: "There are many local people in our company."

"Which mercenary company are you?" Nasin asked. "Blackwater? AAFES? EO? Or the British Spartans?"

The companies he mentioned are currently the more famous mercenary companies in Bakda.

Song Heping shook his head: "We are the 'musician' defense."

"Musician?" Nasin frowned, looking a little unwilling: "I haven't heard of it."

Song Heping asked, "Do you feel bad about being caught in our hands?"

Nasin said nothing, but changed the subject: "Are you Chinese?"

Song Heping didn't intend to explain, but just nodded: "Yeah."

Then he said, "Nasin, I want to ask you a few questions, and I hope you will answer them truthfully."

"Okay." Nasin nodded while eating, "But I won't tell you the key information."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense to him?"

The cook said impatiently, "If he doesn't tell me, I'll give him one of our Russian refreshing meals. I guarantee he'll tell me everything."

Song Heping gave the cook a look and told him to shut up.

The cook snorted and turned away.

Song Heping said to Nasin, "Look, I treat you very politely because I know you are not an ordinary militant. You are a soldier of the regular army, not a member of the Madih Army."

Last night, the cook and his men didn't conduct a thorough questioning of Nasin, and they ran out of time before the third attack arrived.

According to brief inquiries last night, we learned that the leader of this team was called Nasin and he claimed to be from the Madih Army.

The Madih Army is one of the more powerful armed forces in northern Irigaray. They do not like the Americans or the puppets of the Interim Governing Council. They claim to be the force of the local ethnic group of Irigaray and fight for the Irigaray people.

However, according to the information provided by Ferrari, the Madih Army has always been believed to have connections with Persia and is pro-Persian. It has been supported since the time of Shadamu and exists as an Iligah force against Shadamu.

But Song Heping saw through it.

This man is no ordinary militant.

After being captured, most militants either become dejected and admit defeat, or become extremely angry about the death of their accomplices and look like they are ready to fight to the death.

But the Nasin in front of him is not like that.

He is very calm.

He didn't seem to feel much grief over the death of his colleague.

At first, Song Heping thought it was due to his professional ethics, but after thinking about it, he had only one conclusion, that is, the relationship between Nashin and his subordinates in the team might not be that deep.

This is where things get interesting.

If he is not a native warrior of Madih's army, there is only one possibility.

He is Persian.

They were special forces from Persia sent to the Madih Army.

Ferrari also agrees with this analysis.

Nasin continued to eat with his only hand that could move.

He did not answer the question.

Song Heping continued: "If I'm not mistaken, you are a professional soldier, and a soldier from Persia."

While speaking, Song Heping kept staring at Naxin.

There was indeed a strange flash in the other person's eyes.

For Song Heping, who has received anti-interrogation and interrogation training, such subtle movements can be hidden from others but not from himself.

He knew he was right.

Nasim still said nothing.

Song Heping continued: "Are you dissatisfied? If you are not convinced, I can let you go. If you don't believe me, you can organize people to attack me again and see if I can deal with you." Nasin finally stopped talking and swallowed the food in his mouth.

He stared at Song Heping for a long time before saying, "You're not just an ordinary mercenary. Are you a retired special forces soldier?"

Song Heping said, "Well, what I want to know is where you belong to and what organization you belong to. I know it now, even if you deny it. Now I just want to ask you one question: Are you Persians also interested in this oil field?"

Nasin smiled and said, "No one is not interested in oil. Otherwise, why would Americans come here?"

Song Heping said, "But you know very well that you can't take this oil field."

Nahin was even more direct: "We can't get it, and it doesn't belong to the Americans. If we can't get it, the Americans can't get it either."

Song Heping nodded slightly.

Then he said, "After you finish eating, I will let you go. You can also take the bodies of your dead team members with you."

"real?!"

This time Nasin was completely shocked.

"real."

Song Heping said, "If you have the guts, come back within a week and launch another surprise attack to see if you can gain any advantage. If you still lose, then you must use your military honor to promise me one thing."

"what's up?"

Nasin was stunned for a moment, then said smartly, "I can't promise not to attack this oil field in the future."

Song Heping said, "No, I want you to arrange a meeting between me, the Madih Army, and your boss—the one whose words count."

Naxin never expected that Song Heping's request would be this.

He originally thought he could guess Song Heping's intentions.

But now it seems that I was wrong.

"What? You don't even have the guts to agree to this?" Song Heping provoked him, "The Persians are known as an ancient civilization after all, but this is all they have to show for it?"

Nasin fell into the trap as expected.

It's okay to ridicule him, but it's not okay to humiliate his motherland.

"Of course! I can promise!"

"it is good!"

Song Heping turned to the cook and said, "Go and make arrangements to bring his living people here, and also help move the bodies of the dead in their squad to their car. Let him go after he's full."

"what?!"

The cook was shocked.

"I just thought you were joking, are you serious?!"

Song Heping said: "Of course I'm telling the truth."

The cook pulled Song Heping aside and said, "He knows how many troops we have. Letting him go will be a big problem!"

Song Heping said, "You're right to listen to me. If you want to earn this money, you have to listen to me, chef."

The cook sighed helplessly and nodded, "Okay, since I said you are the boss now, I will listen to you."

He said this, but he didn't intend to argue anymore.

After all, Song Heping's military command ability is truly amazing.

He had never seen such a weird person.

After finishing the meal, Song Heping kept his promise and sent Naxin out of the warehouse.

"I can't give you weapons and ammunition. They are our spoils of war," said Song Heping.

Nasin replied, "There's an old custom in our country. If you lose a war and become a prisoner, you can use a camel as ransom. If you release the prisoner unconditionally, then the prisoner will owe you a life. I will remember you, Sang, I owe you a life."

After saying that, he got in the car, ordered his men to turn around, and quickly left the oil field.

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