Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1235 - 1075: I Want a Secret List

At this point, he picked up the cup again and gulped down so water to moisten his vocal cords, then continued:

"I judge that the governnt army and other militia organizations may initially recapture so territories with the advantage of air strikes, but once 1515 steadies their ground or the Arican air strike intensity diminishes slightly, the battle situation may likely fall into a stalemate again, or even reverse. At that ti, whoever can withstand 1515 on the key battlegrounds, or even defeat them, can gain the greatest prestige and political capital."

"So we act then?"

Samir's eyes gradually brightened; he seed to understand Song Heping's intention.

"And we, the 'Liberation Forces'..."

Song Heping emphasized: "Just used three hundred n to fend off an attack from 1515's three thousand, killing over two thousand of them! This news will spread quickly! We will beco legends! We will be seen as the most formidable, most fearless team in everyone's mind! But now we have heavy casualties; we need rest, replenishnt, training."

"So, what we need to do now is not rush up and beco cannon fodder, but hide away, quietly strengthen ourselves. Recruit new soldiers, conduct rigorous training, stockpile weapons and ammunition. Wait until the governnt army and others are battered and bruised in front of 1515, wait until they are most desperate and in need of a truly capable fresh force..."

Song Heping's lips curled into a calculated smile: "... Wait until then, we will step out. We won't be adding icing on the cake; we will be sending snow against the coal. We want to beco the key force deciding the battle situation. Only then, Samir, can you and your led 'Liberation Forces' truly gain the position, voice, and resources you deserve in Illiguo. Instead of rushing up now to be a dispensable consumable!"

Samir's breath beca labored.

Naxin also took a deep breath, looking at Song Heping with admiration.

This boss has a vision that looks far ahead.

"I understand, Boss."

Samir nodded heavily, "I know what to do. I will calm the troops, tell them current endurance is for greater victory in the future."

"Very good." Song Heping nodded with satisfaction. "Go and be busy. Tell the team, the revenge will be made, and it will be returned with interest! But not now."

Samir and Naxin saluted, turned and left the tent, their steps beca steady and strong.

The tent returned to quietness.

Song Heping sat back at the computer.

Glancing at the tent door, waiting for Samir's figure to disappear behind the curtain, he finally sighed softly and continued browsing the news, but his thoughts had long flown to farther places.

Lack of personnel and ammunition was just an excuse to persuade Samir and Naxin.

The real reason is his deeper strategic planning.

What he wants is not only to help Samir gain a foothold in the northwest of Illigok; he wants to turn this force into a critical chip, a chip that can influence the regional situation and even bargain with the Aricans.

The success of the valley ambush has already brought the 'Liberation Forces' and his na into the view of various forces.

Next, he has to continue to ante up and, at the most critical mont, push the chip onto the table.

And before that, he needs a card.

A card that can surprise them, even ruthlessly teach those self-important Aricans a lesson.

This card cannot only teach the Aricans but also fight for more political chips for himself and Samir in the future.

The political bans and CIA's assassination thods he encountered before flashed in his mind, and his eyes beca cold.

A bold and dangerous plan gradually ford in his mind.

He picked up the satellite phone again and dialed Henry's number.

"Henry, it's ."

"Boss? Is there anything?"

Henry quickly answered the call.

He was surprised that Song Heping finished the call and called again.

"Intelligence. A very special, very sensitive piece of intelligence."

Song Heping's voice was kept low, yet carried an undeniable determination, "I need you to use all your resources and connections, at whatever cost, get the CIA's secret operation personnel list in the northwest of Illigok, especially in Mosul, Elbil, Kirkuk areas, their contact points, safe houses, developed local informants... The more detailed, the better."

Over the phone, Henry visibly gasped, silent for a good few seconds.

"God... Song, you... what are you wanting this for? It's too dangerous! This is like directly poking a hornet's nest! No, it's like directly going to bomb a hornet's nest! And such sensitive intelligence is very hard to get; so are classified secrets, it's almost impossible to get..."

"So spend lavishly, so ensure absolute secrecy, get whatever you can, even if it's just a CIA informant's na, I want it."

Song Heping interrupted him, his tone unwavering, "Money is not a problem, no matter how much they ask for, I'll pay. But I demand the intelligence be accurate and real. You know my style."

"But... why?"

Henry's voice was filled with confusion and concern, "Shouldn't you now be focusing on dealing with 1515? Provoking the CIA... This is completely playing with fire!"

"Why? Ha ha."

Song Heping sneered: "Aricans like to play chess, like to treat others as pawns. But I'm not a pawn. The 'care' they gave before, I have to return a favor. Moreover, sotis stirring the muddy water allows you to catch big fish. You don't ask so much, just go do it. Get back to with news as soon as possible."

After speaking, he did not wait for Henry to rebut and directly hung up the phone.

Inside the tent, only he remained, along with the glow from the screen that brought news of distant air strikes.