The wind high up on Gelbi Mountain was stronger, almost knocking him over.
The mountain is located in the eastern part of Siria, near Deir Ezzor and the oil-producing town of Alasha.
In terms of altitude, it is not the highest mountain range in Siria.
However, it stands at 851 ters.
This height, Song Heping had morized long ago while devising battle plans during his map reviews.
He noticed that the contour lines on the map of Gelbi Mountain were extrely narrow.
That is to say, although this mountain is not high, it is undoubtedly treacherous, with significant elevation changes.
The 203 unit had trained him very well.
Although he was just a cadet back then, he was among the top three in the selection.
Particularly in special tactics and topography, no one in his batch was more outstanding than him.
This is also the reason he could make very decisive choices in ergency situations.
Even so, he himself felt unsure about this adventure.
He was gambling.
Betting on the CIA's hatred towards him.
In the distant 1515 camp, the ard groups were still gathering, so had already set out towards Gelbi Mountain, but most were still boarding vehicles in the camp area.
There was still so ti left before the confrontation.
Just not much.
Song Heping kneeled on one knee behind a massive weathered stone, quickly unloading his backpack with such speed it nearly left afterimages.
First, he took out the satellite phone, encrypted in layers, and his fingers swiftly danced over the cold keys, inputting an extrely complex key sequence, dialing a preset ergency number.
It was an ergency secret line.
Because besides himself, only one Ferrari knew that number inside the entire "Musician" defense.
The reason Ferrari knew was that Song Heping made a record for himself, to convey ssages in his place when he couldn't contact the other party in critical situations.
In case he gets killed.
It's also an important asset.
"Beep... beep..."
The waiting tone was so faint in the gale it was almost inaudible.
He checked his watch.
The current ti in Siria was a quarter past four in the morning.
The guy answering the call should be just starting work in the afternoon according to ti zone calculations.
That was right...
He couldn't help but smile.
His luck wasn't bad after all.
If the ti zone the guy was in was early morning or night, it would really be tough to handle.
Afternoon was just right.
Starting work was just right.
Finally, the call connected.
"You're insane..."
The other party sounded frazzled just answering the call.
Before the other party could launch into complaint mode, Song Heping imdiately interrupted.
"Listen, you'll receive a ssage shortly, deliver it to Vincent's office at the fastest speed and place it right in front of him."
Song Heping's voice was unusually steady, with no inflection, as if issuing an order to a subordinate.
Upon finishing, without giving the other party any chance to respond, he decisively hung up the call.
Then, his fingers rapidly typed a ssage on the keyboard—
"Coordinates sent. Confird target: Song Heping himself. Additional target: East flank of Gelbi Mountain, 1515 ard assembly area, estimated forces over three thousand, equipped with a large number of ard pickup trucks, heavy machine guns, recoilless rifles. Request: Top priority, imdiate air strike. Repeat, target: Song Heping himself. Additional target: 1515 ard forces."
He clearly wrote a string of latitude and longitude numbers at the end, then quickly pressed the send button.
After all this, he smiled as he tied the satellite phone to a hand grenade, creating a trap device, slipped it into a crevice between rocks, and covered it with sand.
While doing all this, he could even imagine the shocked expression on that sneaky guy's face, at Langley Headquarters in so bathroom, upon seeing "Target: Song Heping himself" on the other end of the phone.
But he had no ti to explain.
And he didn't feel a need to explain.
After all, the guy answering the call, even though an "old friend," wanted him dead too!
Heh.
What a strange relationship...
Next, he took out the most critical and dangerous piece of equipnt he brought this ti—AN/PEQ-15 laser target pointer, quickly mounting it onto the Picatinny rail of his AK-12.
The olive-green casing scraped against the rough rock, emitting a slight friction noise.
He quickly checked the batteries and calibrated the knobs, executing each action ticulously, like performing a precision surgery.
Advanced Target Pointer/Illuminator/Aiming Light, or the full na of AN/PEQ-15 (abbreviated as ATPIAL), ans an advanced target indication/illumination/aiming light.
This laser/infrared aiming pointer is crafted by EOTECH, specifically designed for mounting on rifles through the Picatinny rail.
The so-called infrared laser is actually an IR laser indication beam difficult for the naked eye to detect, requiring night vision equipnt to be seen.
This characteristic makes it especially crucial in night operations.
Bringing out this device was not intended to attract the 1515 ard mbers; he believed those bastards from Shanxi didn't have such good equipnt in hand yet.
This was for the Aricans to see, and for the British selling him out to see.
Their aerial surveillance equipnt could easily discover him through this invisible laser.
Now, Song Heping was essentially marking his own position.
He had to do so.
He was now the most appealing bait in this area.
After finishing everything, he took a deep breath, picked up binoculars, and looked downhill.
In his field of vision, the hair-raising sight in the valley below was instantly zood in—dense, earth-colored figures wriggled like swarms of ants with more ard pickups kicking up clouds of yellow dust rolling in from all directions, the roar of engines resembling the roar of beasts, faintly audible even from such a far distance.
Several large-scale teams had begun to spread out in a fan shape, like a gigantic, slowly closing web of death, encircling the slope beneath his feet.
The closest group was possibly less than 2 kiloters in a direct line!
He could even make out the eerie tal glint on so heavy machine gun barrels mounted on the pickup rear seats under the sunlight.
Couldn't wait any longer!
Song Heping's fingers steadily touched the activation button of the laser designator.
He didn't choose to indicate any ground target but abruptly shot the laser beam towards the fragnted, gray-blue sky above.
A beam of infrared laser, invisible to the naked eye yet clearly detectable by aerial surveillance devices, instantly pierced through the sky, straight up high into infinity.
That beam of light beca the death beacon he ignited for himself.
It was announcing to all "eyes" capable of seeing it: Song Heping is here! He is waiting for you to kill him!
Almost simultaneously as Song Heping's laser beam pierced through the overcast sky over Gelbi Mountain, in Virginia's Langley Headquarters, on the floor housing Director Vincent's office, Simon, holding a brief report, sprinted briskly down the corridor towards the director's office.
"Ergency! Top priority! See Director Vincent! Imdiately! Now!"
Simon's voice was hoarse, each word squeezed out as if from his throat, with a sense of urgency teetering on the edge of collapse.
He didn't wait for the director's secretary to announce him and went directly to the door, rapping it hard with his fist.
The secretary, startled by his impatient deanor, quickly recovered due to her professional training.
"Sir, Simon has an ergency situation and needs to et you, he's already outside."
Quickly pressing the intercom key on her desk phone, the secretary reported to the director, Vincent, inside at her fastest speed.
"What's so urgent? Let him in!"
Vincent seed to grasp the pressing nature of the issue and did not hinder.
The secretary stepped forward and opened the door to the director's office, allowing Simon to rush in headfirst.
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