Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 254 - 215: Complications Arise2

Mist said, "Don't worry, if soone really kills you, I'll definitely send a few down to cushion your body and avenge you."

"I freaking thank you."

After Song Heping finished speaking, he put down his gun, then raised his hands high and walked out from behind the engine.

As he walked, he shouted, "Everyone please don't shoot, I an no harm!"

As he spoke, he reached up and took off the baseball cap fastened on his head.

He deliberately did this to reveal his hair, letting everyone see he had black hair and black eyes, unlike the white foreigners like Mist with brown hair and blue eyes.

The locals hated white people, but they were relatively less malicious towards Asians.

However, doing so was still very dangerous.

Song Heping slowly walked forward, hands raised high, completely exposed.

At that mont, if anyone opposite accidentally slipped and pulled the trigger, Song Heping would have to report to King Yama.

So he kept shouting, using Arabic to assert his identity.

Mist listened to Song Heping's shouts from behind the vehicle and chuckled to himself.

"This kid is pretty cunning."

Song Heping used Arabic instead of English because speaking Arabic would give him a higher approval in this area and make it less likely for him to be seen as an enemy.

Several beams of flashlight ca from different directions, shining on Song Heping's body and face.

The intense light made Song Heping frown, and his muscle mory started to react, feeling the urge to draw the pistol at his waist.

This was a natural response for anyone with rigorous military training.

Song Heping still restrained himself, continuing to raise his hands, loudly shouting in Arabic.

"We an no harm, we are guests, guests of Rabbani, we are here only because we have an appointnt to et him here."

Finally, a middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old, holding a makeshift AK47, stepped out from the light, approaching Song Heping as if sizing up a wolf that had entered a sheep pen, circling Song Heping three tis with caution.

At last, he asked a question.

Song Heping still couldn't understand.

"Lao Mi, translate!"

"He's asking for the passphrase!" Mist quickly interpreted.

"Damn it!" Song Heping cursed, "You freaking knew the passphrase, do you need a helping hand or what?!"

Finally, Mist barely holding back his laughter, shouted loudly, "All evildoers on Allah's land will fall into hell!"

Hearing the passphrase, the other side's face instantly relaxed, the muzzles of the guns aid at the ground, and smiles slowly crept over their faces.

He then saluted Song Heping and said, "It's a misunderstanding."

After that, he turned around and called out a few words to his people.

That's when Mist ca walking out from behind the engine and stood beside Song Heping.

Seeing Mist, the hostility imdiately returned in the villagers' eyes.

Mist quickly explained in Dari, "I am his bodyguard, and I am not Arican."

"Dammit."

This ti, it was Song Heping's turn to want to laugh, he gave Mist a look to figure it out himself.

With the hostility dissolved, under the leadership of the village leader, both n started to enter the village.

Along the way, Song Heping learned that the man was nad Jamshid and was the village chief.

The village was built along the slope of a hill, with houses on both sides and a narrow path leading up to the top of the hill.

Although it was night, from the ground and the walls of the houses on both sides, Song Heping could sense the backwardness and poverty of this place.

Eventually, the two were led into a fairly large room, where they found oil lamps lit on the walls, and the dim yellow light filled the room; there was a large rug on the floor, already occupied by several old n with long white beards.

Jamshid introduced Song Heping and his companion, and through the introductions, it beca known that these were the respected tribal leaders of their village.

Song Heping felt that the greeting customs here were sowhat similar to those in Illiguo's tribal villages, where important guests were brought to et these elders.

After the greetings, a woman wearing a robe that covered her face brought in tea, placing it on the ground before getting up and leaving.

Soon after, a villager in his thirties ca in and started conversing with Song Heping in Arabic.

This man was nad Hassani, who had spent ti in the Middle Eastern countries, thus he knew Arabic.

Seeing soone understand his speech made Song Heping very happy, at least he didn't need every sentence translated by that guy Mist.

Hassani told Song Heping they had already sent soone to notify Lanier, and they estimated that he would arrive in about an hour, asking Song Heping to wait patiently here.

"All right, we'll wait for him here."

Actually, Song Heping felt uncertain.

eting Lanier would be the mont of life and death.

Whether the other party could truly be turned would depend on his reaction upon eting.

In Song Heping's view, Lanier had no other choice.

If he were ruthless enough to gamble with his own uncle's family's lives, he could even directly detain him and Mist as hostages for exchange.

It wasn't an impossible scenario.

So, when the ti ca, how would he choose, whether to cooperate with the Aricans in exchange for his uncle's family's safety, for greater glory and wealth, or to detain him and Mist to make a deal with the U.S. Army?

Everything was unknown.

To lighten the atmosphere, Song Heping seized the opportunity to inquire about the opium cultivation here, pretending to care about the production, and said he was here to buy opium in collaboration with the Revolutionary Brigade.

Talking about opium, Hassani, speaking Arabic, began to excitedly curse the U.S. Army at Song Heping.

"You are our guest, and you are here to buy goods, I shouldn't say this, but there wasn't so much of this stuff before, now you just look around outside, it's everywhere, there's even more of it than of crop plants!"

He gestured towards the back of the house.

"Tomorrow at dawn you go up the hillside and see, look around, and across on the flat land opposite the hills, it's all poppies. Lanier told us, we grow these to sell to Europe and the United States, to get them addicted to this stuff! We were doing fine farming here, it was the Aricans who invaded us, causing us to lose a lot, places like Kandahar and Kabul don't buy our crops anymore, we have to grow these to make money... damn Aricans, if I see them daring to co to our village, I'll certainly skin them alive..."

Mist understood Arabic, and his language allowance was more than just a little.

As Hassani blad the Aricans, Song Heping fueled the fire by joining in the cursing: "Exactly, those damned Aricans all deserve to go to hell!"

"Absolutely! They also invaded Iraq! They disrupted our lives! Down with Arican imperialism! Kill all those sons of bitches in the U.S. Army! Allah Akbar!"

Hassani, being sowhat worldly, even included terms like "imperialism" in his swearing.

This made Song Heping secretly thrilled, and he also shouted, "Down with Arican imperialist hegemony, down with those sons of bitches in the U.S. Army! Allah Akbar!"

Mist, who was standing on the side holding a teacup, had an especially ugly look on his face, like soone who had been constipated for seven days and couldn't pass a stool.

Not satisfied, Song Heping elbowed him and said, "Why aren't you shouting!"

Mist felt murderous, yet faced with a room full of excited Afghans, he had no choice but to join in the shouting.

Not shout?

That could expose him.

Not shout?

Would he be suspected of being an Arican?

"...Down with Arican hegemony...Down with Arican imperialism...Kill those sons of bitches invaders! Allah Akbar..."

Mist reluctantly clenched his fist and raised a hand, shouting slogans with everyone else, his face looking as bad as shit.

Just as everyone was shouting joyfully, they suddenly heard gunshots outside.

Pop pop pop—

Pop pop pop—

The gunshots were very intense.

"What's happening?"

Song Heping quickly stood up.

He perked up his ears and listened carefully.

He noticed that the gunshots were coming from two directions, one from behind the hillside and one from the front of the village.

Isn't this Revolutionary Brigade territory?

Then who was attacking the village?

Could it be the U.S. Army?!

Thinking this, his scalp tingled.

If it was so reckless U.S. Army unit initiating an operation here, then to kill or not to kill?!