Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1511 - 1235: Interests and Morality (Part 2)

At this mont, a dilapidated, dust-covered white Nissan sedan shakily drove in from the direction of Mosul City.

Its speed wasn't particularly fast, but not slow either, appearing no different from any ordinary vehicle attempting to leave this chaotic city.

The soldier responsible for vigilance raised his hand, signaling the vehicle to stop for inspection.

The white sedan slowly decelerated, seemingly cooperative.

A man wrapped in a headscarf sat in the driver's seat, and beside him in the passenger seat was another person with head down, face obscured.

Everything seed normal.

However, just as the sedan was about to co to a complete stop, less than twenty ters from the sandbag barricades of the checkpoint—

The man in the driver's seat suddenly lifted his head, revealing a pair of hollow, fanatical, lifeless eyes!

"Allahu Akbar!"

A deep roar erupted from his throat!

Simultaneously, he stomped the gas pedal with his right foot!

The engine of the dilapidated sedan roared on the brink of collapse, the exhaust pipe belching thick black smoke as it charged forward like a frenzied bull!

"Enemy attack!!"

The experienced sergeant instantly reacted, his piercing shout cutting through the oppressive afternoon air.

"Da-da-da—"

The heavy machine gunner behind the sandbags reacted swiftly, almost simultaneously pulling the trigger with the sergeant's yell.

The scorching bullet chain swept across the car's front hood and windshield, shattering the glass instantly into countless fragnts, the man in the driver's seat violently convulsing as bursts of blood exploded.

But it seed too late!

The car's montum rely stalled slightly, yet with its imnse inertia, it still crazily crashed through the makeshift roadblock, ruthlessly, desperately plunging into the core area of the checkpoint—

"Boom!!!!!!!!"

The deafening explosion suddenly reverberated, like thunder on flat ground! A fireball mixed with black smoke and flas soared into the sky, instantly engulfing everything at the checkpoint!

The powerful shockwave expanded outward in a ring, hurling sandbags, shattered vehicle parts, and...

Human remnants, brutally in every direction!

Two soldiers close by couldn't even manage a scream before they were instantly vaporized and torn apart by the high temperature and shockwave at the explosion's center.

Soldiers slightly farther away were blasted away, smashing heavily against walls or the ground, bleeding from their mouths and noses, their fate uncertain.

The ard pickup truck that served as cover was overturned on the ground, the heavy machine gun twisted like a pretzel.

Flas burned, black smoke billowed upwards.

The air thick with the sll of gunpowder, gasoline, and seared human flesh.

Debris crackled, interspersed with the agonized moans of the wounded.

The scene resembled hell on earth.

The news quickly relayed to the temporary command headquarters at Hulmatu.

Inside the Hulmatu Command Headquarters, the atmosphere was heavier compared to the previous victory joy.

Song Heping had just ended a call with Abu You, whose voice on the radio carried inextinguishable anger and fear:

"Boss! These bastards have stopped playing by the rules! The checkpoint is gone, four brothers dead, three seriously injured! The market also blew up, injuring over a dozen civilians! They're insane! Like groundhogs digging everywhere! Today, inexplicably, dozens of suicide attacks have occurred against us in Mosul City and its outskirts!"

Song Heping put down the communicator and walked to the massive electronic sand table, his gaze profound.

On the sand table, the blue zones signifying their control were expanding, yet at this mont, it seed like invisible, red danger signs were ceaselessly flashing within and along the edges of these blue zones.

Samir, holding a freshly compiled report, walked over, looking grim: "Boss, the statistics are in. In the past twenty-four hours, Mosul direction saw 1 suicide car bomb attack, 2 remote bomb attacks, 1 failed mine planting event. In the Hulmatu direction, 3 IEDs were detected and cleared, 1 sniper killed, our casualties... primarily at the Mosul checkpoint."

Song Heping said nothing, his gaze shifting from Mosul to Hulmatu and then to the heavily besieged Titrick.

"What's your opinion?"

He slowly spoke, his voice calm, devoid of any discernible emotion.

Samir gritted his teeth: "It's obvious, 1515 is not resigned to defeat, this is standard terrorist reprisal tactics! They can't beat us head-on, so they resort to underhanded tricks! Attempting to instill panic, undermine our governance foundation, ensuring we find no peace even if we occupy the city!"

The adjacent intelligence officer added:

"Judging by the attack thods and simultaneity, this is no isolated, spontaneous retaliation. There should be unified direction and coordination, very likely Buckdadi is frantic, initiating their sleeper plan and terror network."

Song Heping nodded, didn't speak.

"You're all correct. This is a clear signal of their shift to underground struggle."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the core officers present, "They want to drag us into the quagmire of security warfare with this low-cost, insidious effect thod, exhausting our energy, resources, and morale."

"Then we…"

Samir looked at Song Heping, awaiting instructions.

"Counterasures, I've already issued them before. Heighten vigilance, upgrade counter-terror levels, intensify patrols and search efforts, spread the intelligence net wide, and root out these rats."

Song Heping's tone remained steady.

"This cannot be eradicated, as long as Buckdadi lives, the attacks won't cease."