Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1537 1250: Strip It Bare!

In this godforsaken place far from the main logistics hubs of the US Army, these well-equipped elites are actually worrying about the most basic, cheapest drinking water and a roof to shield them from the wind.

And right now, the only one who seems able to quickly provide these things is the man they had just treated with arrogance and military power—Song Heping.

A subtle but continuously spreading sense of foreboding begins to coil around the heart like a cold Poison Snake.

"Mans, take your n and guard this place, stay alert. I always feel there's sothing sinister here."

Sanders made a decision, and said heavily:

"I'll personally make a trip to Hulmatu to talk to that man nad Song! We must resolve the supply issue quickly, otherwise we won't even need to wait for the enemy to act; this godforsaken place and damned lack of water will drown us first!"

Hulmatu, the "Liberation Forces" command post.

Song Heping was standing in front of a huge tactical map covering the entire wall, listening to Jiang Feng report the latest high-definition drone reconnaissance intelligence returned from the direction of Mosul.

On the map, the arrows and color blocks representing different forces are intertwined, outlining the turmoil and bloodiness of this land.

The satellite phone on the table rang inappropriately, breaking the heavy atmosphere in the command room.

Song Heping glanced at the number flashing on the screen, it was Samir.

He picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

Samir's voice instantly ca through, filled with obvious confusion and anger:

"Boss, I've executed your orders. Checkpoint No. 4 is now completely cleared. Our people, along with everything that can be moved, have all withdrawn. But, I must ask, why? Why hand over that checkpoint we fought for with blood and lives to those arrogant Aricans? And why empty it? Isn't this helping them clear the field, making them more comfortable staying there to monitor and constrain us like a Nail?"

Holding the phone, Song Heping walked slowly to the window, looked at the sparse and weak lights outside in Hulmatu Town, and said calmly:

"Samir, you have to trust . Sotis, taking a step back actively is not to flee, but to draw the bowstring. That Checkpoint No. 4 is indeed a good place, with a wide view and control of a critical route. But precisely because of this, it is also the eye of the Storm, the preferred target for the 1515 Mad Dogs to sniff and gnaw at. Think about it, how many attacks have happened there in the past seven days?"

"Five tis..."

Samir instinctively gave the answer.

"Exactly." Song Heping laughed: "Let these self-proclaid 'professionals,' these well-equipped Arican rcenaries, go first to withstand the fiercest firepower, and personally experience the 'hospitality' and 'local customs' of this land. Isn't that a quite cost-effective move?"

On the other end of the phone, Samir was silent for a few seconds before cautiously asking: "Are you implying... using a borrowed knife..."

"What I an is..."

Song Heping interrupted him:

"Hospitality is an Illigos' traditional virtue, but there's no need to extend any aid to those uninvited guests who show their teeth at us. Let them stay there and 'get acquainted' with the environnt for now. As for the rest, just follow our original plan, step by step."

Just after finishing the call with Samir and placing the satellite phone back on the table, the thick wooden doors of the command room were knocked on.

A guard ca in after knocking, stood at attention, and reported: "Advisor Song, the person in charge of Thunder Defense, Mr. Derek Sanders, is outside requesting an imdiate eting with you."

Song Heping exchanged a knowing glance with Jiang Feng, who was standing nearby.

"Let him in."

Song Heping's voice returned to its usual gentle tone, his face even prepped with just the right hint of a smile.

Sanders strode in, attempting to maintain the cold aura and pressure characteristic of an elite soldier with a Seal Team background.

But the inescapable anxiety in his expression gave him away.

He dispensed with formalities, didn't even sit down, and got straight to the point:

"Mr. Song, we've already moved into Checkpoint No. 4 according to the agreent. However, your people took away all the basic living facilities during their withdrawal, including that crucial water storage tank. We now severely lack drinking water and necessary accommodations. I hope you can imdiately order your people to return these items to us. Don't forget, we are now in a 'cooperative' relationship."

He deliberately emphasized the word "cooperative" again.

Song Heping's face imdiately showed the perfect amount of surprise and difficulty as he spread his hands, making a helpless gesture: "Mr. Sanders, this issue... alas, I'm afraid it's really quite troubleso."

He let out a heavy sigh, delivering an Oscar-worthy performance of a diator caught in the middle, vividly portraying the dilemma:

"As you saw, I gave the order today to let you occupy the No. 4 area, and just this matter alone had already stirred up great emotions among those militia brothers, almost leading to conflict. It was a place where they once shed blood. I went through great efforts, essentially forcing their dissatisfaction down to convince them to withdraw. Now, if I turn around and order them to return the items they've already moved out..."

At this, he spread his hands "helplessly".