After the eting in the Green Zone, Song Heping went to check out the location where he and Old Demon once rented a shop for a grocery store.
After so many years, the place has changed drastically.
The original storefront has changed owners and is now a coffee shop selling bread.
Song Heping stood at the entrance for a while, and the waiter inside mistook him for a custor, warmly inviting him to sit inside.
Reluctantly, Song Heping smiled and said, "I'll sit outside."
A canopy was set up in front of the shop, with several tables placed under it.
The waiter thought Song Heping preferred the outdoor air and, without suspicion, politely guided him to a table under the canopy.
The nu quickly arrived in front of him.
Song Heping opened it and glanced over; it was filled with Western dishes like steaks, lamb chops, bread, and pasta, similar to any ordinary Western restaurant, equally lackluster.
Song Heping ordered a steak and a beer, despite alcohol being prohibited by doctrine here.
However, the Green Zone was an exception.
"Order whatever you want."
Song Heping closed the nu, looked at "Hunter" sitting opposite him, and said with a smile, "Today, it's on ."
"Boss, you seem in a good mood today."
"Hunter" ordered lamb chops and handed the nu back to the waiter.
He could tell that Song Heping was in a good mood.
"When I first ca to Illiguo, I worked here, flipping small commodities and industrial goods from our hotown, selling them to the war-torn Illigos."
Song Heping pointed to the Western restaurant, observing its entirely different decor, and couldn't help but reminisce.
"So how did you end up becoming a rcenary?"
"Hunter" asked curiously.
When the two t, Song Heping was already the head of the small team, so he had never shared these past stories with "Hunter."
"One ti, I spent everything on two sets of high-power generators, planning to sell them to a local tribal tycoon. Unexpectedly, during transportation, we encountered gunfire, the generators were destroyed, the vehicle was wrecked, and two driver friends working with us were lost..."
Song Heping sighed, his gaze turning back to the shop.
"Much of the money for the generators was borrowed, so I was bankrupt. With no way out, I beca a rcenary..."
"Hunter" couldn't help but say, "I bet you didn't expect to achieve such a scale today."
"Indeed..."
Song Heping chuckled, "People are forced to grow."
As they were speaking, the waiter brought food.
"Let's eat first; after we finish, we need to rush back to Sulaimaniyah. The action starts in seven days, and there's still much to do."
...
That afternoon.
Revisiting the temporary command center in Sulaimaniyah, Song Heping promptly began preparations for the war set to start in seven days.
Warfare isn't simple.
Especially when multiple parties coordinate.
Song Heping didn't attend a regular military academy, relying on talent and accumulated experience for command ability.
After retiring from the 203rd Regint, he was no more than a platoon commander.
But over the past eight years, as the rcenaries under his control gradually increased, coupled with repeated participation in various real battles, the accumulated experience dramatically boosted his command skills.
The battlefield is the best military school.
This saying never gets old.
Arican efficiency this ti was just okay.
With assistance from technicians sent from Baghdad, the command center in Sulaimaniyah upgraded in just 24 hours into a highly computerized hub, linked to the US Military Command in Iraq system, with communication channels provided by the US Army.
To enhance coordinated combat effects, Song Heping even had Colonel Kote send eight technical sergeants to operate the command center's combat systems, all set according to US Army Command standards.
Colonel Kote was naturally displeased with Song Heping's command.
But he had no choice but to endure it.
This major military operation is significant, sanctioned directly by the White House, so no matter how displeased Kote and Jas personally feel about Song Heping, they must obediently execute every command.
The exposed walls inside the Sulaimaniyah command center were covered with military camouflage cloth, and over a dozen LCD screens of various sizes were hung, displaying satellite images, drone reconnaissance footage, and electronic maps in real-ti.
In the center of the room, a large sandbox precisely replicated the terrain from Daguk to Titrick, filled with blue and red flags representing enemy and ally positions.
Intertwined cables on the ground connected the constantly flashing communication terminals and encryption devices.
Sounds of keyboard typing, radio communication, and staff whispers resounded continuously, mingled with the scent of strong coffee and sweat in the air.
Song Heping stood before the sandbox, his gaze sweeping each contour line, road network, and town model like a precision scanner, finally fixing on the miniature building cluster representing Daguk.
"Ti is limited, everyone."
His voice was not loud, yet carried a peculiar penetrating force, instantly quieting all the noise in the command room.
"The 'Furnace' must ignite on schedule in seven days. Before then, we have a lot to do."
He turned to the awaiting operational staff and communication officers, his speech steady but unmistakable:
"Priority one: 'Musician' Defense Company's first and second combat battalions. You have seventy-two hours; this isn't a suggestion, it's an ultimatum. All personnel and heavy equipnt must reach the assembly point south of Sulaimaniyah through secret channels. The logistics departnt should prioritize allocating ammunition, fuel, and dical supplies. I want these two battalions fully equipped and ready for high-intensity combat within three days."
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