Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1086 - 984: Ambush in Desperation (Part 2)

On the high points on both sides of the passage, "Anvil" and his rocket launcher operators had been waiting for a long ti!

Whoosh—!

Whoosh—!

Two rockets trailing orange-red flas shot straight toward the two ard pickups at the front of the passage, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper!

Boom!

Boom—

An intense explosion instantly tore the two pickups into burning scrap tal! The machine gunners and drivers on the vehicles didn't even have ti to scream before being engulfed by flas! The blast wave flipped soldiers from the nearby truck, and the passage was instantly shrouded in smoke and fire!

"Machine guns! Fire!!"

Song Heping's roar rang out once again!

Dadadadada—

As if the Gates of Hell had opened! The light and heavy machine guns, long prepared, simultaneously unleashed a deafening roar!

The PKM general-purpose machine gun tore through the air with a cloth-ripping roar, the DShK heavy machine gun thundered ominously, instantly weaving into an impenetrable storm of death tal!

The passage instantly beca a at grinder!

Viper operated the PKM; the gun barrel jumped steadily under his strong arms, spewing a lethal rain of 7.62mm bullets like a scorching steel whip, striking down at the chaotic convoy below.

The truck's fragile body was easily penetrated like paper. The GNA militants and rebel soldiers inside the compartnt fell in droves like mowed wheat, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

Screams, cries, and desperate curses instantly overwheld the sound of gunfire!

A soldier trying to crawl out from under a flipped truck barely exposed his head before a machine gun bullet hit his upper body, causing him to explode like a waterlon struck by a heavy hamr!

"Hand grenade!"

Song Heping's command was brief and ruthless.

Soldiers ambushed behind the rocks on either side leaned out, hurling safety-pin-pulled hand grenades like hailstones at the congested, chaotic convoy below!

Boom boom boom boom—

An unending chain of explosions in the narrow space stirred a terrifying storm of carnage! Fragnts flew like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, crazily harvesting lives among the crowd.

Burning vehicles, splattered fuel, shredded human body parts turned the passage into an earthly inferno!

Ambush warfare prioritizes suddenness and ferocity.

Decisively crush every opponent's combat will before they have a chance to react.

"Charge forward! Kill them all!"

Song Heping suddenly stood, raised the HK417, and was the first to leap down from the heights, charging into the smoke-filled, fire-flooded death passage!

His figure amidst the flas and smoke seed like the descent of a War God!

"Kill—!"

Disaster Star let out a beast-like roar, following closely behind! Haftar was also seeing red, waving his pistol, leading his soldiers like an unstoppable flood, storming out from behind rocks and caves on both sides, assailing the already utterly collapsed enemy!

The ambush instantly transford into a brutal massacre!

The surviving GNA militants and rebel soldiers had been scared witless by this sudden destructive blow, completely losing the ability to organize resistance.

They dashed around like headless flies in the narrow passage, scrambling for cover or futilely raising their guns to fight back.

Song Heping weaved through the burning vehicle wreckage and chaotic crowd like a Ghost. The HK417 jumped steadily in his hands, every brief burst precisely taking away a life.

A militant hiding behind a truck tire barely raised his gun to aim before Song Heping shot him in the head.

Another rebel soldier trying to sweep with an AK found his chest exploding in a spray of blood from Song Heping's close-range triple burst.

Disaster Star was like a humanoid at grinder, shouldering the PKM light machine gun, shooting swiftly and accurately.

He specifically cleared out those trying to organize pockets of resistance.

A rebel officer hiding behind a flipped pickup, waving a pistol trying to regroup remaining troops, Disaster Star charged at him with an arrow's step; in the opponent's terrified gaze, the icy muzzle nearly pressed against his forehead.

Bang!

Red and white splattered all over the vehicle.

Close-quarter combat was even more grueso.

Haftar's soldiers, fueled by deep-seated hatred, crazily attacked those forr comrades turned traitors and enemies, using bayonets, gun stocks, even stones and teeth.

Shouts of rage, screams of agony, sounds of bones crunching, and the slicing of flesh twisted together, composing the symphony of Hell.

The air was heavy with a nauseating stench of blood.

The battle started suddenly and ended exceptionally swiftly. With absolute ambush superiority and Song Heping's ticulously planned deadly attack, the reconnaissance advance team of more than three hundred was completely wiped out in less than fifteen minutes!

The passage was littered with corpses, the burning vehicle wreckage discharged plus of black smoke, a choking hellish mixture of scorched and bloody odor prevailing.

"Cease fire! Cease fire! Clear the battlefield! Move fast!" Song

Heping stood beside a flaming truck, loudly ordering through the intercom.

His face and combat uniform were splattered with blood and soot, yet his eyes remained ice-cold.

The surviving soldiers erupted in cheers at their narrow survival, much like before, starting to shout religious slogans like "Allah is great" while holding up their guns.

But this was imdiately halted by Song Heping's stern gaze.

"Shut up! You want to die?! Move fast! Collect all weapons, ammunition, water, food, dicine! Especially communication equipnt! Quickly!"

The soldiers snapped out of their daze, imdiately plunging into the tense battlefield cleanup operation.

They swooped down on enemy bodies and vehicle wreckage like hungry wolves.

"Captain! Found water! A whole truck full of barrels of water!"

Wrench shouted excitedly, prying open the rear compartnt of a truck, exposing blue plastic water barrels stacked inside.

"Food! Naan! Dried lamb! And chocolate!"

Another soldier hauled out so boxes from the wreckage of another vehicle, his voice quivering with excitent.

For their extre thirst and hunger, these supplies were more precious than gold.

"Ammunition! AK magazines! RPK drums! And PKM belts! Heaven, two boxes of hand grenades!"

Anvil commanded n to scour a pile of ammo from the machine gunner corpses and vehicle wreckage.

"Communicators! Several intact walkie-talkies! And… Captain! Look at this!"

Disaster Star picked a military backpack from the corpse of a uniford rebel officer, pulled out a satellite phone with a folding antenna and a folded military map!

Song Heping's eyes brightened, quickly stepped forward, grabbing the satellite phone and map. The map clearly marked the GNA deploynts around the Desert City and key pursuit routes, even showing the location of Kurtan Oasis!

Enemy military maps are priceless!

"Fantastic!"

Song Heping swiftly stuffed the map into his pocket: "Ten minutes! I give you only ten minutes! Grab everything you can! Especially water! Then, imdiately board the vehicles for retreat! Head towards Kurtan Oasis and et up with Hunter and the others!"

The soldiers seed charged with adrenaline, moving brisker.

They pryed open water barrels, greedily gulping down several mouthfuls, then hoisted the remaining barrels on their shoulders or used makeshift stretchers to carry them away.

Ammunition and food were stuffed into every available backpack and pocket.

The severely injured were also reloaded onto captured vehicles.

Ten minutes later, the troop which had just undergone a bloody slaughter gathered their substantial spoils and fervent desire to live, swiftly vanished into the maze-like stone forest depths of the Wind Erosion Rock Area, leaving behind a burning steel graveyard and hundreds of gradually cooling corpses.