Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 255 - 216: The Connector Lanier

Novel: Mercenaries, I Will Be King Author: Yan Qi Guan Updated: Jun 02, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 255 - 216: The Connector Lanier from Mercenaries, I Will Be King, a Action novel by Yan Qi Guan.

As the gunfire started, the village beca noisy again.

"It must be people from the Uyghur Islamic Movent! They must have co to steal our opium paste. You wait here; I'm going out to help." Hassani quickly stood up and turned to leave the room.

Upon hearing it was this ard group, Song Heping imdiately understood what was going on.

This was an ard organization active in Afghanistan, initially more active in the northeastern part, but due to the US Army invasion in the past two years, their areas of activity in the east and north had been constricted, so they had moved to the southeast, operating in the mountains near the Pakistan border.

Although also a resistance organization within Afghanistan, the people of the Uyghur Islamic Movent were more extre and terrifying; they did not align with the student military forces, and they regarded the Revolutionary Brigade as strangers and enemies.

The southern Golden Star Moon region, controlled by the Revolutionary Brigade, had always been coveted by the Uyghur Islamic Movent, as controlling it could secure a significant drug inco used to fund their ard operations.

So, their nightti attacks on villages that were in the Revolutionary Brigade's territory were not surprising.

"We'll help too!"

Song Heping grabbed Hassani, who was getting up to leave.

Hassani, not having ti to think, could only nod.

Because the gunfire was getting closer.

Song Heping picked up a gun and asked Mist, "Are you coming?"

Without a hint of hesitation, Mist answered, "Of course, together, for better or worse!"

After saying this, he picked up a gun and followed Song Heping out the door.

Song Heping knew quite clearly that though he said he was helping, he was actually helping himself.

The East Turkestan Islamic Movent was a hundred tis more brutal than the Revolutionary Brigade and the student military forces.

If being captured by the student forces ant beheading, then being caught by a person from the East Turkestan Islamic Movent would an being flayed alive until they eventually cut off your head.

Caught by such people, Song Heping would rather save the last bullet for himself for a swift and more comfortable end.

Before leaving the house, Song Heping blew out the oil lamp.

In the dark mountain village, a house lit by a lamp would definitely attract concentrated gunfire.

Song Heping, carrying an AKM assault rifle, stepped out and imdiately grabbed Hassani.

"Wait!"

At that mont, Hassani was holding a replica AK, already eager to fight desperately.

"What are we waiting for?!"

"Listen to ."

There was an indisputable authority in Song Heping's voice.

Hassani wanted to retort; what was this ti for?

The East Turkestan Islamic Movent dared to co at this ti, indicating they had already scouted and were fully prepared.

The village had just harvested several hundred acres of poppies, and the raw materials were still piled up in the village, not yet shipped out; they were definitely targeting these.

But for so reason, he felt an indescribable pressure from Song Heping, which oddly made him feel compliant. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't speak a word.

Song Heping squatted down in a corner of the wall and listened quietly for a while.

Strangely, the gunshots at the village entrance were relatively sparse, while those from the hilltop behind were denser, and cries of agony were coming from the hilltop.

This indicated that the attackers were focusing on the direction of the hilltop; they had co through the hillside.

He rembered Hassani ntioning earlier that there was a large poppy field on that side.

If he guessed right, they had used the poppies as cover, crept near the sentry on the other side of the hill, killed them, and then launched a fierce attack.

"We're going to the hilltop."

Song Heping had made up his mind.

Hassani asked, "What about the village entrance? Our village entrance is flat land, and it's even harder to defend there."

Song Heping was too lazy to explain and simply said, "That's not the focus of the attack."

Having said that, he and Mist grabbed their guns and ran up the slope.

Seeing this, Hassani had no choice but to follow them.

All the way, Hassani didn't see many young villagers until they reached the top of the slope, suddenly a person covered in blood ran down from above.

The three n simultaneously aid their guns at the figure.

Hassani shouted, "Hold on, he's one of us!"

Then he yelled at the blood-soaked, disheveled fellow, "Lamala, what's happening up on the slope?!"

Lamala recognized Hassani and began to wail with tears, "There are many of them, I need to go down to inform the village head, so many of them have climbed up the slope..."

Hassani waved his hand, "Go quickly!"

Song Heping continued running forward, while running he said, "Do you believe now?"

Hassani said, "Boss Han, you're really amazing!"

The three of them quickly reached the top of the slope, and the situation there disheartened Song Heping.

Perhaps due to lack of professional training, the young villagers of Jabade Village were all crowded into a less than thirty-ter defense line, using two houses for cover while shooting down the slope.

Under the walls of the houses, three or four wounded were already lying, apparently having lost their combat ability.

"Don't crowd together! Stop crowding together!"

Song Heping said to Hassani, "Hurry, have them spread out, extend the defense line! Send two here, have them go next to that house to defend, watch the left flank, send a few to the right side, don't just crowd here waiting to die, okay?!"

The shorter the defense line, the harder it actually is to defend.

This slope is a long one, and thankfully it was not against a trained professional army, otherwise a flank attack followed by encirclent would kill everyone here.

This ti, Hassani did not question Song Heping's decisions anymore.

There was no ti for questioning.

If they didn't hurry, by the ti the Uyghur Islamic Movent's n broke through, the entire village would suffer.

"You three, go that way! You two, go that way—"

Under Hassani's command, the defense line finally extended.

Though extending the line might thin the defense's strength, it made it harder for the enemy to concentrate fire.

Song Heping said to Mist, "In less than five minutes, the East Turkestan Islamic Movent's n will adjust their tactics, they'll definitely find a weak point to launch a focused assault..."

"Are you planning a counter-encirclent or what?" Mist said, "I'm in for a ga."

Song Heping shook his head, "No need. These are a disorganized rabble, only good for bullying villagers."

He pointed to distant houses.

"The two highest points of command, one for you, one for , let's compete who kills more, how are your night shooting skills under no-light conditions?"

Mist replied, "Of course, top-notch, otherwise—"

He glanced at Hassani next to him and deliberately said loudly in Arabic, "Otherwise, why would you hire as your bodyguard, right, Boss Han?"

"Mmm hmm."

Song Heping thought to himself, Oscar owes you a little golden man.

"Let's go, I take the left, you take the right, let's create a deadly crossfire for these people to provide fire support."

"No problem."

Having said that, the two of them acted separately.

In fact, the high ground of Jabade Village was nothing more than two two-story earthen houses.

But since it was built on top of a hillside, it served as a high ground.

The earth houses here had one advantage, they directly connected to a rooftop where locals would dry things, so there were often so miscellaneous items piled up there.

Song Heping went to the rooftop and first checked the thickness of the earthen fence, which was only 20 centiters—sowhat risky.

There was a risk of the warhead penetrating it. The ard organization in this area mostly used Soviet-made weapons or replicas bought from workshops in the Pakistan mountains. The power was inconsistent. Assuming a normal 7.62 caliber interdiate power warhead, it could penetrate a 40-centiter layer of earth from a distance of 100 ters.

Even if the earthen walls of such houses were relatively strong, they would need to be at least 30 centiters thick to provide protection.

Song Heping had to return to the room and chose two windows in one of the rooms as shooting points.

The walls were much thicker than the rooftop fence, thick enough to stop bullets from those replica AK47s.

The view here was acceptable. Although it wasn't as good as on the rooftop, the elevated position still allowed him to see the flash of muzzles on the hillside.

Shooting at a target without night vision devices was called shooting under night no-light conditions in the industry.

This posed no difficulty for Song Heping.

Wherever a muzzle flash appeared, he would shift his muzzle there and fire a burst at that position as quickly as possible.

Pop pop—

With each burst, Song Heping couldn't know if he hit the enemy.

But after each shot, he quickly changed positions.

From one window to another.

Because if he could see the enemy's muzzle flashes, they could see his as well.

As expected, just after he changed positions, rain-like bullets hit the windowsill, many bullets penetrated the room and hit the walls, sending dirt and debris flying everywhere.

This was exactly the effect Song Heping wanted.

The enemy concentrated fire, resulting in more muzzle flashes.

Song Heping calmly changed to another window, aid at a muzzle flash, fired a burst, and then left composedly.

This ti he went to the rooftop.

Although the fence might be penetrated, as long as he withdrew imdiately after firing, there would be no danger.

Effortlessly, Song Heping saw dozens of muzzle flashes on the hillside; he chose the closest one and, before it could go out, sent two bullets their way.

Moving between several different positions, Song Heping quickly emptied a magazine, loaded a new one, and listened to the thud of bullets hitting the walls.

If the enemy concentrated fire on several spots, he simply hid behind the wall, not showing himself.

As soon as the gunfire at a shooting point beca less intense, he would then seize the mont to continue with a quick burst of return fire.

About twenty minutes later, the gunfire on the hillside began to scatter.

Song Heping carefully peeked out from beside the window.

He noticed that the muzzle flashes on the hillside were now scarce.

As he emptied the second magazine and changed to the third, the sounds of gunfire were greatly reduced.

Soon, Song Heping found that not only had the gunfire on the hillside ceased, but also the gunfire at the entrance of the village was thinning out.

Hassani quickly ca upstairs and excitedly shouted to Song Heping, "Han, they've run away! They've run! Your shooting is really powerful!"

Song Heping calmly said, "Wait a bit more."

After a few more minutes, the gunfire completely stopped.

All the villagers were mobilized, all the young n who could handle a weapon ca over, and divided into several squads to start searching along the hillside.

Soon, they dragged back body after body.

All piled on the hillside.

Song Heping counted, and there were surprisingly more than seventy bodies.

Mist asked Song Heping, "How many magazines did you use?"

Song Heping replied, "Three and a half."

Mist said, "That many?"

Song Heping asked, "How many for you?"

"Three," Mist said. "But I think I was more accurate."

The two bickered there about who was more accurate when the mayor, Jamshid, hurried over to the crowd.

"They've all run away!"

He glanced at the ground and was startled.

"You killed so many enemies?"