In a valley among the mountains at the Abba Border, two mbers of the Ata Organization were sitting behind so grass.
The temperature in the mountainous region drops sharply at night. Even clad in robes over long shirts, when the cold wind penetrates their necks, they still feel a chilly sensation.
Afghan males typically wear a long robe-style outer garnt called Shalwar Kaez, and most of them wrap their heads in turbans, which they usually call hats, to protect their heads from the intense sun in places like Afghanistan.
One of the older ard militants stretched and yawned.
He turned to look at the youngster beside him and suddenly realized the other had fallen asleep against a mound of dirt.
This couldn't help but irritate him.
He's ten years older than the youngster, yet the youngster couldn't hold on any longer!
In recent days, there has been good news everywhere. The main force of the Ata near the border achieved trendous success against the US-British coalition.
At this point, only a few hundred troops were kept in the hinterland near the border responsible for the safety and vigilance of the headquarters. The rest had been deployed towards Maruf and Xin Kai, with the furthest ard forces advancing near Jalaluddin, just a few dozen kiloters away from Kandahar.
It could be said that the main force had pushed the battle line forward, and US-British troops were withdrawing from the region, a rare major victory in recent years.
Therefore, Old Ata felt that standing guard tonight was actually quite unnecessary. Even if the US Army were to co, they would first encounter the ard forces at the frontlines.
"Wake up! You lazybones!"
He could not help but push the young man beside him.
"You actually fell asleep!"
Old Ata looked sowhat angry.
The young man was pushed abruptly, nearly falling over, and woke up with a start.
He muttered as he sat up straight but didn't dare to lash out, only trying hard to keep his eyelids open to observe his surroundings.
However, after looking for a while, he saw nothing.
The moonlight was feeble, with clouds covering the sky tonight, and visibility was not good.
After his determined effort, his eyelids began to feel heavy again, and sleepiness continued to entangle him.
While Old Ata and the young Ata mber were inwardly cursing each other, about two hundred ters away on a mountaintop, Song Heping put down the VECTOR military binoculars and made a capture gesture to Jiang Feng beside him.
Jiang Feng gave the command through the channel: "230 out, two targets, we want them alive."
Four mbers of the Falcon Special Combat Team quietly retreated like lizards, then took off their tactical packs, rechecked their equipnt, handed over any unnecessary items to their teammates to ensure that no extra noise would be made during movent.
Afterward, two ard with guns and two unard quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Song Heping again lifted the VECTOR military binoculars, aiming at the two sentries.
The visibility was very clear.
US equipnt is indeed great; just this pair of binoculars could make Song Heping drool over it. With a maximum range of 25 kiloters and asurent error less than 0.1 ters, it could be used in conjunction with individual soldier's smart devices and digital maps or integrate into the military's recon digital system. By combining laser ranging and digital maps, it could instantly indicate and mark enemy targets for real-ti calls for fire support, providing fire coverage, or precision strikes.
Such a damn fine piece of gear!
He had once asked Ferrari to select more and better equipnt for Falcon Company. After all, to do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools. These special forces soldiers are trained to beco the core combat assets of the future, and they must be equipped with the best.
Even though he holds excellent relations with the US troops in Iraq, he could not get his hands on the top-level military gear because these items are strictly regulated. Every piece has a serial number and must be logged. Losing just one requires a report to explain the cause.
Although there is no monetary reward for this mission, obtaining 12 sets of such top-tier equipnt is not without its benefits.
In the view of the binoculars, four soldiers from Falcon Squad appeared in the lens, having circled behind the two sentries, slowly creeping towards their opponents from both sides of the slope.
In Song Heping's view, it was now ti to test the results of Grey Wolf's year-long tenure as the training director at Falcon School in Venezuela.
The two sentries were valuable; from their mouths, so useful intelligence should be obtained.
The four mbers of the Falcon Squad were incredibly cautious.
They walked with raised feet and landed gently.
To outsiders, this kind of action might look funny.
But to those in the know, it is very necessary.
No matter where, in water, in the jungle, or in ordinary mountainous terrain, walking with feet raised avoids scraping against stones, plants, vines, and other obstacles on the ground.
Walking as usual would not work; kicking a small rock or snagging a vine could make a terrible noise in the silent night, ruining the stealth approach!
The two Ata militants were wholly unaware that four Grim Reapers had appeared behind them.
Old Ata was lecturing the young Ata, incessantly telling him to buckle up. As he spoke, he, too, shafully began to yawn.
Before he could finish his yawn, his mouth still agape, suddenly a large hand covered it tightly from the rear.
The four moved as fast as flies pouncing on rabbits, two by two in pairs, swift as lightning streaking through the night sky, pressing the two Ata sentries to the ground in one fell swoop. One tied them up, the other covered their mouths, completing the capture as smoothly as if flowing water.
From afar, Jiang Feng watched the scene with a satisfied smile on his lips.
"Old squad leader, the soldiers have been well trained..."
Song Heping nodded slightly, seeing that the stealth capture was successful without noise, and approvingly lowered the binoculars.
"Let's go and interrogate them."
As he got up to head towards the capture point, Song Heping couldn't help but glance at the two Arican soldiers who were skulking nearby.
One of them was nad Will, the other Dax.
They had been sent by Miles to follow the operation, with Miles stating they were in charge of liaising with the US Air Force and other branches, providing air support to the squad in ergencies, specializing as TACP experts (Tactical Air Control Party).
But Song Heping felt there was sothing fishy.
Although none of his n knew TACP, calling in air support was still within their capabilities.
Specifically assigning two people as liaison officers and aerial tactical controllers?
It seems sowhat superfluous.
But he didn't ask.
Because asking would definitely be pointless, there wouldn't be an answer.
Before departure, Song Heping had reminded Jiang Feng to be wary of these two guys.
Passing by them, Song Heping glanced at the two crouched beside a rock, holding a special-purpose smartphone, seemingly receiving sothing, the screen glowing with low brightness.
This military-grade smartphone was actually custom-made by cellphone companies for the US Army, not only featuring a very clean civilian system that could be used as a regular phone, but also an embedded military operational terminal system, capable of communication, even connecting to high-altitude drones, controlling artillery, remote weapon stations, and turrets, among others.
Seeing Song Heping and the others pass by, Willie courteously stood up.
"Very nicely done."
His words sounded like a complint.
Song Heping nodded without saying anything.
While the two sides were cooperative, Willie appeared overly enthusiastic, quite different from the typical Arican soldiers, even slightly sycophantic.
Unwarranted diligence...
Song Heping was not one to cold-shoulder people, but for these two, he remained alert, always sensing sothing conspiratorial.
Upon reaching the prisoner capture point, two mbers of the Ata Organization were bound like pigs and thrown on the ground.
Song Heping asked Gabri: "Did you send out a sentry?"
Gabri replied: "I did, if anyone approaches, we'll spot them."
"Hmm, good job, you pass the assessnt."
Then, he squatted in front of Old Ata, pushed up his night vision goggles, and under the moonlight said to the bearded middle-aged man: "I'm going to let you speak now, but you must honestly answer my questions. No tricks, or there's only one outco—death. Get it?"
After speaking, he turned his head to look at Rabbani, signaling him to translate.
Rabbani quickly repeated it to the man in Pashto.
The Old Ata nodded repeatedly.
Song Heping reached out and pulled the field scarf serving as a gag from his mouth, ready to question him, when suddenly he heard Old Ata start shouting.
Song Heping didn't hesitate to draw his gun and fired a bullet into the man's head in the shortest amount of ti.
Old Ata fell into the dust, his brain matter and blood splattering all over a younger Ata mber beside him.
Song Heping sighed, asking Rabbani: "Are all Ata people so eager to die?"
Rabbani's face was pale as he nodded.
Perhaps he was scared.
After all, the Ata Organization is not a regular ard group. They have so kind of faith that makes them disregard their lives, not understandable by common sense.
Song Heping turned to the young Ata mber: "Did you see what happened to him? If you want the sa, you can shout later, and I'll send you on your way."
The young Ata mber's features were blurred in the darkness, but he nodded frantically, looking terrified.
There was a reason Song Heping questioned Old Ata first.
Old Ata generally had a longer tenure in the organization, and were usually more loyal.
The young Ata mbers definitely could not compare to Old Ata in terms of seniority, so their loyalty was relatively weaker.
Killing this monkey would naturally terrify that chicken.
Song Heping pulled off the field scarf from his mouth, his gun already aid at him.
Indeed, the young Ata mber didn't cry out; he obediently and fearfully sat on the ground, head bowed, like a primary school student who had misbehaved.
"Do you know where the Arican officer that you guys captured is currently?"
"I don't know, I really don't know, I have no idea where he is!"
The young Ata mber's head shook like a rattle on hearing this.
But Song Heping laughed: "You can't even lie properly."
After speaking, he raised his hand and placed the silencer-fitted P226 pistol against the man's forehead.
"If you really didn't know about this, then how could you say you don't know 'where he is'? I'm giving you five seconds to tell the answer I want."
As he spoke, his finger was already on the trigger.
The young Ata mber's face turned deathly pale.
He finally understood that the man before him was testing his subconscious.
If he didn't know, he would have expressed shock and asked "what Arican officer", instead of saying he didn't know where that officer was…
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three..."
"Four..."
By the count of four, the young Ata mber was on the verge of breaking down, shaking his head with a tearful voice: "I know this man, he was taken away by Hou Saini, I really don't know where he is right now!"
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