An icy chill instantly surged up from Song Heping's tailbone, swiftly spreading along his spine to his scalp!
His heart felt like it was gripped by an invisible icy hand.
The strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain seems to have failed.
There's a mole!
"We've been exposed..."
No matter how composed he usually was, Song Heping's mind was now buzzing explosively.
There are nearly ten thousand of the 1515 ard personnel besieging Deir Ezzor and Ashala Town.
If five thousand of them are redirected here to besiege Gelbi Mountain, will my four hundred plus Wake Na rcenaries stand a chance?
Even if we manage to escape, the rescue plan would be a thorough failure...
Every potential consequence is severe.
"Suka! How did they know we were here?!"
Utekin was truly shaken.
"Who betrayed us?"
He turned around and scanned the "Death God Squad" soldiers from the Silia Governnt Army and Lieutenant Is behind him.
Indeed, these were the ones he thought most likely to have betrayed him.
"Lieutenant, shouldn't you have an explanation for us?"
"I... I have nothing to explain!" Is's face flushed red in an instant; he trusted his subordinates.
Yet now, he wasn't even sure about himself.
The demographics in Silia are rather complex.
Since the civil war began, many troops from the governnt army defecting had beco commonplace.
The presence of moles is indisputable...
No one can resist the temptation of the US Dollar.
"Damn it! I shouldn't have trusted you!"
Utekin pulled out a gun and pressed it against Is's head.
The "Death God Squad" soldiers simultaneously raised their guns at Utekin.
Several Wakner rcenaries under Utekin quickly reacted, aiming their guns at the "Death God Squad" soldiers.
The air beca thick and tense.
The atmosphere was at a breaking point.
"Disaster is looming, and yet you have the ti to fight internally?!"
Song Heping swept his gaze coldly over everyone.
"Put down your damn guns!"
They glanced at each other, and slowly the gun barrels lowered.
"Are you all brainless?!"
Song Heping tapped his temple.
"Who could notify Buckdadi in such a short ti? Aside from Buckdadi, who could orchestrate such a large maneuver?!"
He pointed at everyone: "Who among you could do it?"
They were once again at a loss.
Utekin said in sha: "Suka, I hadn't thought of that before..."
Song Heping said: "If I guessed it correct, it's the British..."
"The British?" Jiang Feng's eyes lit up: "Exactly! Only they knew we ca to the Middle East, and only they have the ans to notify the 1515 through intelligence channels..."
Song Heping's mind was scattered now.
In the distance, the 1515 were still assembling.
Ti was running out for him.
How to deal with it?
"Fight them!"
Utekin said: "My soldiers underestimate no one!"
Song Heping glanced at him: "Are you Da Maozi able to do nothing but fight to the death?!"
After cursing, he frowned for a mont and then said: "We need to turn adversity into advantage."
Jiang Feng quickly asked: "How do we do that?"
Song Heping glanced in the direction of Deir Ezzor and said sternly: "Everyone wants dead, right? 1515, MI6..."
He turned to Jiang Feng and asked: "Apart from these, who else wants dead?"
Jiang Feng was stunned.
Utekin was also stunned.
There are indeed quite a few top intelligence organizations that want Song Heping dead.
"CIA!"
Finally Jiang Feng regained his composure, providing the correct answer.
Song Heping smiled: "Correct answer, you've progressed. Now there's also the CIA. If Vincent knew I'm here, what would he do?"
"Decapitation!" Jiang Feng's eyes shone even brighter: "Dispatch combat aircraft; they still have an airport near Baghdad!"
"Exactly." Song Heping said: "They'll also eliminate those idiots—"
He pointed at the distant 1515 ard mbers.
"All of them, do you believe it?"
"I believe!"
Jiang Feng almost laughed out loud, but the smile suddenly collapsed: "But how do you act as bait? US Army planes use precision bombs."
"Don't worry, there's no ti to explain."
Song Heping turned to Utekin: "You lead your Wake Na rcenaries to retreat now! Retreat to the Ezra Dune Area south of Ashala Town before the 1515 arrive, hide there, and await my command!"
"You..."
Utekin, though sowhat impulsive, was not foolish.
He imdiately understood Song Heping's intent.
"You're risking your life..."
Utekin was undoubtedly shocked.
Having seen madness before, he was witnessing unparalleled madness for the first ti.
He had to admit this was a very risky but very insane yet most likely plan to keep achieving the goal—
Song Heping would draw pursuit from the 1515 ard forces, the CIA would deploy aerial forces for decapitation, simultaneously eliminating the pursuing 1515 ard mbers.
anwhile, they would receive orders during the 1515 ard siege on Song Heping to attack Ashala Town, rescuing the cook...
A brilliant plan!
A crazy plan!
A plan only a genius madman could devise!
Song Heping suddenly raised his head, his razor-sharp gaze slicing across everyone's chaotic faces, voice decisive and undeniable: "Utekin!"
"Present!"
Utekin instinctively straightened up, locking eyes with Song Heping, whose eyes were ablaze with fire.
"Imdiately! Take everyone and retreat! Target, the Ezra Dune Area south of Ashala Town! Stay hidden, wait for my signal!"
Each word from Song Heping sounded like tempered steel smashing onto the ground.
"Do not co out without my order, and certainly don't look back! This is an order!"
"But you—"
Utekin's Adam's apple moved, the words "what will you do" stuck in his throat.
He saw the nearly crazed calm in Song Heping's eyes, the determination of soone who had utterly put life and death out of mind.
"Execute the order, Utekin!"
Song Heping's voice suddenly raised, carrying an irrefutable battlefield order.
"This is your mission!"
Utekin's cheek muscles tightened as he stomached down, letting out a beast-like roar: "Suka! Wakner! All of you! Head to the Ezra Dune Area, retreat at full speed! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"
He didn't watch Song Heping anymore, like an enraged bear, roaring, driving his soldiers, turning into the denser undergrowth behind.
The heavy footfalls, tal scraping, and suppressed panting instantly disrupted the forest's silence, surging southwest.
Jiang Feng, however, didn't move, nailed in place, fixedly staring at Song Heping: "What are you doing? I'll stay!"
"Get out!"
Song Heping didn't even look at him, his voice as cold as Siberia's frozen tundra, "Go do what you should do! Now, promptly, imdiately!"
He pointed abruptly to the southwest—that was the direction Utekin and the others disappeared, also Jiang Feng's sole remaining act, the most practical support.
Jiang Feng's lips quivered several tis, ultimately swallowing back the words that ca to his mouth.
He gave Song Heping a deep look, a look containing too many unspeakable things, and then suddenly turned, his figure leaping, disappearing into the dense forest.
The mountain wind suddenly intensified, making Song Heping's combat uniform flap and crack.
The hillside, which was bustling monts ago, was now left with only him.
An imnse, suffocating loneliness enveloped him.
He took a deep breath, the air seed to carry the scent of the enemy's raised dust in the distance and the foreboding of bloodshed.
Without the slightest hesitation, like an agile rock goat, he climbed towards the vantage point of this area—a craggy, eccentrically rocky mountaintop with an extrely open view.
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