Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1011 - 938: A Daring Leap to the Heavens!

"Caliph" temporary palace, communication center

The urgent radio calls and the panicked shouting of the aides nearly tore off the roof.

"Ashala Town is in danger! At least four hundred well-equipped rcenaries have appeared to the south! Fierce assault! We've suffered heavy losses, requesting support!"

"Deir Ezzor! The garrison in Deir Ezzor has charged out! They're counterattacking! Our besieging troops can't hold them! Requesting reinforcents! Requesting reinforcents!"

The two pieces of dreadful news arriving almost simultaneously felt like hamrs fiercely hitting the head of Buckdadi, who was just imrsed in the excitent of capturing Song Heping.

His face, twisted by fanaticism, froze instantly, turning into an iron hue, with disbelief and intense rage erupting from his eyes.

"What?! rcenaries? Counterattack?!"

He abruptly grabbed the communicator, his voice shrill with fury: "Gelbi Mountain! What about the troops on Gelbi Mountain?! Imdiate return to aid! Aid Ashala and Deir Ezzor!"

Ashala Town is under attack!

Deir Ezzor is fighting back!

The main force on Gelbi Mountain is immobilized by one person!

All three fronts are ablaze!

Buckdadi realized he had jumped into a massive pit.

This pit was dug by Song Heping.

He felt a rush of blood to his head, his vision montarily darkening.

At this point, he understood it was all part of Song Heping's plan.

He used himself as bait to lure away Buckdadi's sharpest claws, then had his allies strike from behind!

"Song! He! Ping!"

Buckdadi squeezed out this na from between his teeth, each syllable drenched in bone-deep hatred and humiliation, his body trembling violently from rage.

He slamd his fist onto the table, causing the communication equipnt to jump.

"Order Gelbi Mountain's troops imdiately!"

He roared, his voice like a wounded beast, fraught with near-manic madness.

"Do not return to aid! Attack at all costs! Use bodies if necessary to bury him alive! I want him dead! Now! Imdiately! Bring his corpse back to ! I want to shred him with my own hands and feed him to the dogs! Execute the order!"

His last ounce of sanity was completely devoured by the flas of vengeance.

Song Heping must die, even if the price is the lives of thousands of loyal warriors on Gelbi Mountain and the collapse of the fronts in Ashala Town and Deir Ezzor!

This ghostly enemy had brought him sha and fear beyond anything.

Nothing about Deir Ezzor or Ashala Town mattered anymore!

What mattered was Song Heping dying!

As Buckdadi fud in his command post.

Above the skies near Gelbi Mountain in Siria, four F-15E fighter jets began to descend.

"Reaper One, drop bombs!"

"Reaper Two, drop bombs!"

"Razor" and "Anvil" calmly echoed in the encrypted channel.

Several heavy GBU-12 laser-guided bombs and CBU-105 cluster bombs, guided by lasers and GPS/INS hybrid navigation, seed to be pulled by invisible hands, descending at nearly vertical angles towards the mountain peak area where Song Heping had just fiercely battled, and the narrow paths and valleys below teeming with ard forces, hurtling down!

anwhile, atop Gelbi Mountain, south slope.

Song Heping exhausted the last magazine of his AK-12.

Without hesitation, he tossed aside the hot assault rifle and drew the Glock 17 pistol and the last fragntation hand grenade from his tactical vest.

Below, the 1515 ard forces who received Buckdadi's death command had gone completely mad, ignoring casualties and swarming like ants along narrow paths, bullets raining upward like a torrential downpour.

"Puff!"

A stray bullet grazed the outer side of his thigh, trailing blood.

The intense pain made him grunt, yet his actions didn't slow down as he turned to fire two shots back.

Bang—

Bang—

Two shots, precisely knocking down the leading ard personnel.

But more were surging forward, the nearest enemies less than thirty ters from the boulder where he was hiding!

He could even see the crazed murderous intent and twisted faces in their eyes.

At this critical mont, an alarmingly piercing roar beyond hearing, traveling at terrifying speed, shredded the air over Gelbi Mountain.

It was the whooshing sound of precision-guided bombs descending!

They had arrived finally!

Above the sky, four silver-gray F-15E "Strike Eagles" streaked across.

The mounts beneath their wings were empty, lethal bombs long released from restraint, hurtling down to the earth.

"They're here!"

Song Heping's eyes flashed a glimr of hope amidst desperation; without a second thought!

He pulled all the safety pins from the hand grenades, blindly hurling them downward to the most crowded climbing path.

Boom—

The explosion's blast wave and fragnts swallowed several unlucky souls instantly.

As the smoke from the grenade blast lifted, Song Heping used all his strength to dash recklessly towards the most steep and dangerous edge of the cliff on the southernmost peak.

Below, the frenziedly assaulting 1515 ard forces also heard the deathly roar from the skies.

So raised their heads blankly, while more were distracted by the grenade explosion thrown by Song Heping.

Ti!

Ti!

Speed!

Speed!

Song Heping was acutely aware he was racing against death!

He ran, discarding everything extra—

Gun, bullets, even the tactical vest.

Leaving only the tightly strapped backpack on him.

This was his talisman!

Once the precision-guided bomb sounded overhead, it ant re seconds were left to escape.