Ah—ugh—
Ah—ugh—
The loud braying of a donkey suddenly numbed Song Heping's scalp completely!
The beast had been quite and docile all the way here.
Never had Song Heping expected that at this crucial mont, the donkey would suddenly start showing off its talents.
Here it went,
braying loudly!
Not just the ard patroln a hundred ters away could hear it, but even those farther away could detect its loud cries in this silent evening.
"SHIT!"
Mist turned his head and glared hard in the direction of the donkey.
The animal was staring back at him with big eyes, disdainfully looking at Mist.
Then, it opened its mouth wide, showing off its white teeth and cried out twice, "Ah-ugh ah-ugh."
"We're done..."
Song Heping looked up and saw that two ard patroln had indeed been completely attracted by the sound of the donkey's braying.
A donkey braying in the bushes by the riverbank in the evening?
The two ard n imdiately held up their guns and walked toward the bushes.
When they got within about thirty ters of the bushes, suddenly a donkey leaped out, dragging a flat cart behind.
"It's a donkey! It's a donkey!"
One of the ard n restrained the other whose nervousness had already made him raise his gun barrel.
A live donkey, if shot dead, would be very difficult to carry back.
Just as both of their gun barrels drooped, several muffled gunshots suddenly rang out.
Tap-tap—
Tap-tap—
Then, Mist rose from the bushes, his MK18 assault rifle in his hands.
He had taken out the two ard n.
Because if he didn't take them out, they might have discovered him.
With the donkey cart here, there must be people nearby.
They might not think of it while being startled by the donkey, but they would eventually figure it out.
Better to strike first and send them to et their maker.
Song Heping checked the ti.
7:50 p.m.
It was almost ti.
Song Heping didn't dally, he erged from the bushes and together with Mist, each dragged a body back into the bushes.
Mira went after the donkey.
He grabbed the rope and pulled the restless animal back.
"Ti's up."
After they concealed the bodies well, Song Heping looked up at the sky.
The weather was fine, the stars were plentiful, and the visibility was excellent.
Song Heping activated the laser designator, aiming it at the sky.
At that mont, a C-130 transport plane was flying from south to northwest over Mosul's airspace.
In the cockpit, the co-pilot kept an eye on the ground.
Suddenly, he saw a laser beam shooting into the sky.
Then, pointing with his finger to the right front side of the fuselage: "They are there, 2 o'clock position, about 4000 ters."
The C-130 transport plane tilted slightly to the right and started to turn.
Soon, everyone saw the laser marking.
They began to reduce altitude.
From an altitude of 5000 ters, they lowered to 1000 ters.
When flying past the Tigris River, several chanics at the rear hatch who had been on standby pushed an air-dropped package out of the cargo hold.
About eight seconds after leaving the transport plane, the parachute opened.
On the ground, Song Heping and Mist had already put on night vision goggles.
They saw the blossoming parachute in the air.
"There! The drop has been made."
One had to admit, the Arican Air Force pilots were quite professional.
The location where the air drop package landed deviated from the agreed coordinates by no more than thirty ters.
A few of them ran over, with Mist responsible for packing up the parachute, Song Heping in charge of unpacking, and Mira driving the donkey cart over—this ti he had learned his lesson and simply used cloth strips to bind the animal's mouth, preventing it from emitting another frightening bray.
A complete set of individual radios, professional ground laser guidance devices, military laptops, reconnaissance caras, and a small satellite system.
This system was costly, but it could provide a global communication link for tactical Special Forces teams, equipped with a small dish-shaped antenna and an ultra-small marine terminal antenna connected to positioning satellites to facilitate data exchange between terminals, used to establish communication links in areas without other reliable communication systems.
They moved everything onto the donkey cart, then covered it with canvas, and threw the parachute into the grass by the water.
Utilizing the cover of darkness, the three hurriedly made their way.
Mira was quite familiar with the situation inside Mosul City.
He knew exactly which streets would have patrols at what hours, which buildings were defensive positions of the ard organizations in the city, and where ard personnel gathered.
The donkey cart picked less-traveled alleys, crisscrossing through the city.
If it weren't for his help, Song Heping felt that he would never be able to penetrate to the city's central area without firing a shot.
However, after reaching the central area, Mira suddenly stopped the donkey cart and then tied the animal up in a dark alley.
"We can only go this far with the donkey cart."
Mira glanced outside the alley.
"If we go further, I don't know what lies ahead. The paths you took before were tested by our people with their lives, but we only got as far as here. Do you see that building around the corner?"
Song Heping and Mist looked in the direction he pointed.
They saw a four-story building at the corner on the right side of the crossroads.
"That building is controlled by the ard organization because that position allows control of the entire crossroads. Even if we take the alleys, we can't escape their watchful eyes. Last ti our people tried to get around from behind, but they were discovered and turned into sieves by machine guns."
Song Heping carefully observed it.
That building indeed held a critical position, acting like a watchtower embedded in this sector of the city.
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