Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 97: Second Capture

Song Heping observed for a while until there was no movement around him, then he slowly walked out of his hiding place.

After checking around the bodies, I found that some people were not dead.

It's Nasim.

The guy just happened to walk away when the explosion happened, and he saved his life, but just fainted.

"Boss! We're here!"

Samir rushed over with a dozen local mercenaries, sweating profusely.

"I'll leave two people here, Samir, and you go somewhere else to see if anyone needs help."

"White Bear has taken his men elsewhere, and the pressure on the chefs is getting heavier," Samir said. "I've sent more people there."

After saying that, he turned around and said to the other mercenaries, "All of you go help the cook!"

After everyone left, Song Heping thought for a while, squatted down next to Nasin, and took off his communication headset.

The individual radio is intact and communication is fine.

He handed the radio to Samir.

"Call out on the channel and tell them we've captured Nashin and they're finished. Anyone who surrenders will be spared, but anyone who resists will be killed."

Samir was stunned for a moment.

But he soon understood Song Heping's intention.

Naseen is the military instructor of the Madih Army and the commander-in-chief of this operation.

Now that he has been captured, the morale of the others must be in chaos.

So he took the radio and started shouting into the Madih Army channel: "Naseen has been captured! Put down your guns. We don't kill prisoners. Those who resist will die!"

After shouting a few times, the channel was silent for a moment, and then suddenly became lively.

People in Madih’s army were asking what had happened and whether it was true that Naseen had been arrested.

Song Heping asked Samir, "What did they say?"

“They don’t believe it,” Samir said.

Song Heping grabbed Naxin's collar and pulled him up from the ground. Then he took his water bottle, filled it with saliva and sprayed it directly on his face, and then slapped him twice with both hands.

Nasim finally woke up from his coma.

When he opened his eyes and saw Song Heping in front of him, the sudden fright made him move back repeatedly, trying to break free.

"Nasin!"

Song Heping didn't let go and held his collar tightly.

"That's enough. Enough of your deaths tonight. If you know what's good for you, tell your men to lay down their weapons. I'm not a bloodthirsty maniac."

Nasim looked around.

They were all corpses.

"You killed them all?"

he asks.

Song Heping nodded: "Yes, I killed it alone."

Naxin couldn't believe his ears and his face turned pale.

I put in so much effort and worked all night, but in the end almost everything was lost.

That’s all.

Isn’t this all self-inflicted?

Song Heping had obviously set a trap long ago and was waiting for him to fall into it.

Now that I am not as skilled as others, I can only admit defeat.

Last time, Song Heping didn't kill himself and several of his captured men. He was indeed not a bloodthirsty person.

But, surrender yourself...

How can it be!

I am a distinguished officer of the Polish Special Forces...

However, if he did not surrender, his men would most likely die.

Just for your own little dignity, you let these soldiers who you have trained for more than two years die?

Just as he was wavering, Song Heping said to Samir, "Turn on the radio."

Sameer did as he was told.

Before Nasin understood what was happening, Song Heping had already punched him in the lower abdomen.

"what--"

Nasin let out a scream.

This punch made Nasin's internal organs feel like they were churning. Something in his stomach rose up to his throat, and he couldn't help but vomit it out.

This scream was immediately transmitted to the ears of everyone in the Madih Army through the radio.

Nasim's voice was not unfamiliar.

Song Heping punched Naxin again before he finished vomiting.

This time Nasin screamed even louder.

Samir squatted aside with a personal radio in his hand, watching Song Heping's unique operation with full admiration.

This Chinese man was completely unpredictable. His tactics were always so precise and precise.

Nasin screamed so miserably that all his men were terrified.

It is estimated that they will soon lose the will to resist.

Sure enough, Song Heping soon received the news in his tactical channel.

"Sang, I'm a hunter, they surrendered!"

"Same here."

The gray wolf also shouted excitedly.

The gunshots suddenly died down.

Soon the chef also got the result.

"Sang, the Madih army here also surrendered."

Song Heping said to Naxin: "Look, I saved your life and the lives of your men again."

After finishing, he gave the order over the radio: "Cook, take all the prisoners to the living area and gather them next to Warehouse No. 1. I will be there soon."

After that, he said to Samir, "Take a few people to clean up the scene later. Pick up all these hands and feet and bury them outside the oil field. Bring their cars and weapons back to the living area and find a place to store them."

"Okay, boss!"

Sameer turned to confirm.

Now he absolutely obeys Song Heping's orders and executes them immediately without any hesitation.

He even felt lucky that he had followed the right person.

I can learn a lot from Song Heping.

Especially in combat.

Song Heping was different from any military commander he had ever met.

When Samir and his men began to clean up the scene, Song Heping looked around, pointed at the corpses and said to Nasin, "This is the second time. Are you convinced now?"

Nasim felt ashamed.

So many people died tonight for their dignity.

He really couldn't accept it.

For a moment, he even wanted to grab the pistol from Song Heping's waist and shoot himself in the head to kill himself, as a decent end to himself.

But Nasin himself knew very well that he couldn't do it at all.

Song Heping's skills are definitely not comparable to mine. Should I steal his gun?

I guess I can do it in my dreams.

In the end, the instructor of the Polish special forces actually covered his face with his hands and began to sob.

Nashin's move really made Song and Ping feel helpless.

"Fuck me!"

He took two steps back.

"why are you crying?"

In his opinion, he was at least a military commander and a member of the Persian special forces.

Why the hell did he start crying when he couldn’t win?
In fact, how could he know Nasin’s sadness?
Captured alive twice.

I don't even have the ability to die even if I want to.

Cowardly...

"Tsk tsk!"

Seeing Nasim sitting on the ground sobbing with his face covered, Sameer came over.

He did not like the Persians.

So I feel very happy at this moment.

"I didn't expect Persians to cry?"

These words stimulated Nashin. He suddenly got up from the ground and wanted to fight desperately, but he was hit by the explosion and his sense of balance had not yet recovered. In addition, his hand was injured, so he struggled and sat back on the ground.

This made Nasim even sadder, and he covered his face and sobbed.

Samir felt even better and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Song Heping rolled his eyes at Samir and said, "Take him back. Even if he's an enemy, give him the respect he deserves."

"Yes, boss."

Samir went up and tied up Nassim and had him escorted back.

After finishing everything, Song Heping looked up at the sky.

The weather is still good.

The sky is clear and dotted with stars.

The bloodstains on the ground were quickly cleaned up by Irigo's local mercenaries, and the hands and feet that were blown everywhere were gathered together and put away in bags.

As if nothing happened.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)