"That Seal is coming over."
The cook suddenly lowered his voice.
"This could be troubleso if he knows about our relationship with Avanti."
"I'll handle it."
After Song Heping finished speaking, he went to et Mist, who had just treated his wounds and was walking towards them: "Lao Mi, we need to retreat quickly."
"Retreat?"
Mist asked confusedly, "How do we retreat?"
"How else do you expect to retreat?" Song Heping said, "Of course by using our legs, unless you can call your helicopter to co pick us up right now."
Mist chuckled awkwardly, "What kind of international joke is that? If our planes enter Persian airspace, that would be a major incident."
"So you know it would be a major incident?" Song Heping said, "We're retreating now, and once we get back to Afghan, we'll contact Niki to send a helicopter for us."
Mist looked around, "But if we retreat now, won't we run straight into those from the Revolutionary Brigade who are searching for us?"
Song Heping said, "No problem, I've already made arrangents. Just run with us."
"Oh, God!" Mist said with a face full of despair, "Now it feels like my legs don't even belong to ."
"That's your problem, you can stay behind to rest if you want."
After speaking, he turned back and waved to everyone, "Let's retreat!"
Everyone gathered and followed Song Heping as they started retreating northeast at top speed.
After retreating a few kiloters, Song Heping called the team to a halt.
"Stop moving forward, hide on the spot. This place is suitable for us to hide in."
At this ti, the area where the entire team was located was a complex terrain of mountains with many hiding spots available.
"Hunter, Queen, you two keep watch. The rest of you, scatter and hide. Don't shoot the enemy unless absolutely necessary, let them pass."
Everyone imdiately dispersed and began looking for places to hide.
Luckily, there were trees and bushes here, providing relatively good cover.
After finding a ridge to occupy the high ground, Hunter and Queen set up a sniper position and took on the task of guarding the entire subunit.
Lying behind in a rush, Mist was still confused.
"Why are we not hurrying away? What are we waiting for here?"
"We're waiting for the sound of gunfire," Song Heping said as he took out his water, unscrewed the cap leisurely and took a sip before continuing, "Didn't you just say if we retreated like this, we would bump into people from the Revolutionary Brigade? I think you were very reasonable, so we'll wait here, let them pass, and then we'll talk."
"Have you gone mad?" Mist said, "Once they reach there and see those black police tied up, won't they realize we're planning to retreat back to Afghan? By then, if they organize a blockade, we're as good as dead."
Song Heping shook his head, "They can't turn back now."
"What do you an?" Mist asked.
Song Heping replied, "Guess who else, besides you, wants to kill the Revolutionary Brigade?"
Doubt clouded Mist's dirty face, which quickly cleared as a spark of understanding flashed in his eyes, "The Persian Governnt Army!"
Song Heping smiled, "A student who can be taught."
Mist asked, "But how do you manipulate the Persian Governnt Army?"
Song Heping said, "Do I need to manipulate them? I just need to send a ssage to the people on the Revolutionary Guard's side, tell them that over a thousand Revolutionary Brigade soldiers are about to reach the highland area near Awaz, and even leak the coordinates to them. Guess if they will have an ergency deploynt?"
Mist suddenly rembered that Song Heping seed to be making a call earlier. At that ti, he had speculated who it was to, thinking it was to Niki, but now it seems that he was releasing information.
It made sense when he thought about it. rcenary companies have many channels.
They often have their own sources of intelligence and channels; finding a commander's number in the Revolutionary Guard isn't hard.
This move is truly brilliant!
Using others to kill your enemy.
Persia has always been anti-drug, while the Revolutionary Brigade is a drug trafficking ard group, also the biggest drug trafficking force of the New Golden Crescent.
Due to the unique geography and location, the governnt army has always been unable to deal with them. Now that a large number of Revolutionary Brigade n have entered the highland and risked approaching the outskirts of the highland, coming close to Awaz Town, it's unlikely they'll have ti to retreat back to Afghan or the Pakistan region.
From a military standpoint, it was indeed an excellent opportunity to annihilate the main force of the Revolutionary Brigade.
"Bravo!"
Mist couldn't help but give Song Heping a thumbs up.
"Nice strategy using soone else to do your dirty work."
"Heh," Song Heping shifted his body, rolled over to face the sky, and casually said, "Let's just watch the show from here. Once they're done fighting, we'll move."
"Good, I'll take this opportunity to catch so Z's," Mist yawned, "I'm dead tired."
Having said that, he actually closed his eyes and quickly fell deeply asleep.
Song Heping opened his eyes to look at the blue sky.
Less than an hour ago, death had been so close.
It seed that once again, he had managed to dodge it by luck.
War, killing, at this mont, seed so far away, yet there was a feeling that it could descend upon him at any mont.
Everything felt so magical and unreal, like a dream from another world.
A wave of exhaustion hit, and Song Heping couldn't help but yawn. He turned to the cook not far away and said, "Cook, watch over here for . I'll catch so sleep. I'm too tired."
"You sleep," the cook said with an uncharacteristically gentle tone, "With Queen and Hunter watching, we've got this. If anything happens, I'll wake you."
The cook's kindness was a rare sight for him.
In these past few days, it was unthinkable how Song Heping, Mist, and Rabbani had survived in this uninhabited highland area.
Food, water, and physical strength.
Each was a challenge to the limit.
Watching Song Heping close his eyes and fall asleep in an instant, the cook couldn't help admiring him in silence.
He wasn't one to give his respect easily, but at least Song Heping was soone worth respecting.
If it were him, he definitely couldn't have made it out of the highland alive.
Everything was going exactly as Song Heping had planned.
An hour later, Hunter, lying in the observation position, was the first to issue a warning.
"At the 10 o'clock position, about 800 ters away, around 30 Revolutionary Brigade soldiers appeared. Stay alert."
The cook reached out to shake Song Heping awake.
Song Heping opened his bloodshot eyes.
The cook apologized, "Song He, I can only interrupt your rest, soone has co."
"Is that so?"
Song Heping checked his watch; an hour had already passed.
At this mont, the cook's cell phone suddenly started to vibrate.
He took it out and handed it to Song Heping.
"It's Naxin's number."
Song Heping took the phone, glanced at Mist beside him, and then moved next to Hunter's observation position before pressing the call button.
"Mr. Song, I've arrived at the coordinates you gave , but I don't see you guys, did I go the wrong way?"
Naxin sounded sowhat anxious.
Song Heping said, "Do you see those few cars of the border police over there? Do you see the people bound inside the cars?"
"I see them, tied up like dead pigs, all there."
"Then that's correct, you're in the right position. Now, imdiately arrange sentry posts nearby, disperse your formation to create a pocket formation, and you'll soon see the Revolutionary Brigade's people coming over. They are about five kiloters from you, estimated to be here within half an hour; you have thirty minutes to prepare."
"Where are you?" asked Naxin.
Song Heping said, "I've already retreated towards Afghan, no need to look for . This ti it's not convenient for us to et. After you return, I will find ti to go over from the oil fields and catch up with Mr. Avanti."
"Understood."
"Aren't you going to hurry up and position your n?"
"Yes!"
Naxin didn't know why he had instinctively responded with a "yes," as if he were addressing a superior.
After hanging up the phone, Song Heping took the observation glasses from Hunter's hand and looked at the Revolutionary Brigade soldiers in the distance.
This search squad was not small in number; approximately two platoons of personnel, mostly lightly ard.
Song Heping increased the magnification to get a clear view of their faces.
Every soldier from the Revolutionary Brigade looked quite exhausted.
After these few days, not only had they reached their limit, but so had the opposition.
The troops of the Revolutionary Brigade were actually quite formidable in terms of physical strength; they operated in this area year-round and were adapted to the terrain, climate, and altitude here; otherwise, instead of conducting searches continuously for three days, they would need to switch out personnel in less than two.
These n were blissfully unaware they were marching toward death, yawning and stretching as they went.
In their view, perhaps after reaching the vicinity of Awaz, the corrupt police would have already taken care of everything, and all that remained was to collect the bodies.
After all, there were only three enemies, including one traitor.
The corrupt police had a whole company at their disposal.
Even super Special Soldiers could only wait for death when faced with such a disparity in strength.
Hence, they appeared very relaxed at this mont.
What they did not realize was that the more relaxed they were now, the quicker they would die later.
The Revolutionary Guard Special Brigade had already set up two full Special Forces companies in front, and helicopters were on standby nearby; there was also an Army mountain troop rushing over.
It didn't matter if there were over a thousand Revolutionary Brigade soldiers; even doubled, they were dood to perish.
After watching for a while, Song Heping handed back the observation glasses to Hunter, "Keep watching. Rember, don't interfere with any ard personnel passing by. Let them go through."
"No problem, boss."
Hunter, of course, knew what Song Heping intended to do and nodded with a smile.
...
Whether it was fatigue or the chill on the highland, the normally robust Kawasi sneezed repeatedly while sitting on a donkey.
Three sneezes in a row, and he just couldn't stop.
He rubbed his nose with the sleeve of his robe, cursed a few crude words, then turned around and waved at his n, shouting, "Hurry up, everyone! Speed up the donkeys! We need to get there quickly!"
Behind him was a team of several hundred people.
These were the search team mbers who had received his order and were converging on this area.
After gathering, the force amounted to about a battalion and a half. Aside from so other n who had co from different directions and had not joined his group, most of the forces involved in the search were here.
Though they had the advantage of numbers, he was still sowhat uneasy.
He had called Abel five minutes ago, but heard only a busy signal and couldn't connect.
Such a situation indicated either bad signal or a dead battery.
Whatever the reason, it added uncertainty to the whole affair.
Therefore, he decided to hurry on, to reach the highland area near Awaz as soon as possible.
The donkeys had been specially brought in and were received just last night.
They were normally used for transporting goods. On the highlands, donkeys were an excellent ans of transportation, at least better than traveling on foot.
Those three were too good at running.
Truly uncatchable.
Unreachable...
Twenty minutes later, he finally approached the vicinity of the coordinates provided by Abel.
Suddenly, he heard a rumbling sound of explosions.
No.
It was gunfire!
It was coming from the direction of Awaz, about where Abel had given him the coordinates.
"What's going on!?"
Seated on the donkey and gripping the reins, Kawasi was bewildered.
Gunfire?
To encircle those three n, the border police had actually used artillery?
Impossible!
"Qassem! Take a few n and go ahead to check what's happening!"
With his rich combat experience and habitual caution, Kawasi decided to dispatch a small reconnaissance team to assess the situation before proceeding.
"Yes!"
Abel, a reconnaissance soldier of the Revolutionary Brigade, took several of his subordinates and rode donkeys towards the direction of the explosions and gunfire.
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