Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1255 - 1087: Watching the Fire from Across the River

Song Heping frowned.

He glanced at Samir and Naxin beside him, who were equally tense, and decisively said, "Sand Fox One, maintain surveillance, do not expose yourself. We will move to join you. Everyone else, stay in position and increase vigilance! No movents without my command! Over!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Heping, along with Samir, Naxin, and several of his most capable guards equipped with AK rifles mounted with night-vision scopes, used the shadows of the dunes and the undulating terrain to swiftly and silently advance in the direction of the Vanguard Group like experienced desert ghosts.

Soon, they rendezvoused with the Sand Fox Squad lurking at the top of a tall dune.

As soon as they went prone, they heard, from the distance, the faint but rapid burst of intense gunfire and occasional explosions, becoming more distinct, resonating in everyone's ears and pounding at their eardrums.

Song Heping quickly raised his high-performance night-vision binoculars, adjusted the focus, and looked towards the direction indicated by Sand Fox One.

Approximately 1.5 kiloters away, relying on several broken earth wall ruins, a region reminiscent of an abandoned small village or ancient post station was flickering with continuous flashes of fire. The muzzle flashes from automatic weapons were clearly visible under the night sky.

Clearly, soone was using those ruins to offer fierce resistance.

And around the ruins, a large number of vehicle lights swirled and shuttled like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, continuously pouring firepower into the interior of the ruins from moving vehicles, the trails of bullets weaving into a brilliant yet deadly web of death in the night sky.

Judging from the movent of the vehicles, the coordinated firepower configuration, the order of the attack, and the attire of the ard personnel in the trucks, this was undoubtedly a considerable, well-trained, combat-experienced 1515 Ard unit, with the number of participants in the siege estimated to be at least three to four hundred people.

They were madly besieging the defenders in the ruins.

"It's 1515's people!"

Samir whispered with clenched teeth, his fist pounding the sand in front of him, stirring up a small plu of dust.

"Who are they attacking?"

Naxin held up his binoculars, nervously asking, "Which tribe is the unlucky one blocked by them? Is it the militia or the governnt army?"

Song Heping did not answer imdiately, only adjusted the focus of his binoculars again, his pupils slightly constricting as he observed the details in the direction of the ruins more carefully.

Boom—

A rocket explosion created an intense flash of light briefly illuminating the figures and so vehicle outlines swaying within the ruins.

He saw several modified Toyota Hilux pickup trucks equipped with DShK heavy machine guns or SPG recoilless rifles and a number of soldiers dressed in mixed combat uniforms with considerable advanced gear, seemingly wearing traditional Kurd-style headscarves.

Song Heping was not unfamiliar with these people.

Years ago, when he was taking his first oil contract in Northwest Illinois, he had dealt with these guys.

"It's the 'Brave Warriors,' the Kurd people."

Song Heping put down his binoculars: "They are surrounded. Judging from the firepower imbalance, they won't hold out for long."

In the distant ruins area, the battle had already entered the most brutal stage of slaughter.

The Kurd "Brave Warriors" were using the remnants of walls for desperate resistance.

The burst fire of automatic rifles, the sustained roaring of general-purpose machine guns, the trails of RPG rockets flying and exploding, and the occasional violent explosions intertwined madly, completely shattering the deathly silence of the desert night, composing a symphony of death.

Through the high-performance night-vision devices and binoculars, Song Heping and his team mbers could clearly see how the death net of the 1515 Ard was gradually tightening.

Obviously, in this battle, both in terms of numbers and combat power, the 1515 militants held the upper hand.

The way they utilized convoy tactics was quite sophisticated.

They did not charge mindlessly but adopted classic encirclent and slicing, maneuver suppression tactics.

About seven or eight technically modified pickups spewed half-ter-long tongues of fire like mobile firepower fortresses, constantly moving around the ruins, crazily sweeping every firing point and possible hiding corner with powerful suppressive fire.

The 12.7mm and even 14.5mm heavy machine gun bullets easily tore through the already weathered earth walls, causing sections of the walls to collapse and raising waves of dust.

Simultaneously, several dozen to over a hundred 1515 infantryn, using vehicle firepower cover and the undulating terrain of the dunes, advanced alternately in skirmish lines, solidifying their hold, and continuously compressing the encirclent.

They howled extre religious slogans, their shooting stances wild and chaotic, yet with the absolute advantage in numbers and fervent combat montum, they ford an extrely dense web of firepower.

Inside the ruins, the Kurd people's counterattacks were quite orderly.

They executed precise single shots, effectively deployed heavy weaponry, demonstrating good training standards and combat prowess.

Especially noteworthy was the SPG-9 mounted on a pickup hidden behind a broken house, which seized an opportunity to fire, precisely striking an overly aggressive 1515 ard pickup, instantly blasting it into a massive fireball, its flaming wreckage illuminating a small section of the battlefield, and also provoking even more frenzied and reckless retaliation from the 1515 Ard.

"Great shot!"

Naxin couldn't help but exclaim softly, then, realizing his stance, he awkwardly shut his mouth, subconsciously glancing at Song Heping and Samir.

Samir gripped the binoculars tightly, his knuckles white from exertion, fingernails almost digging into his palm, his breathing heavy.