Inspired by his old squad leader, Song Heping suddenly felt invigorated.
That's how people are.
When sothing in your mind is tied up, your whole body feels as uncomfortable as if your veins were clogged.
Once it's untangled, everything becos clear.
When everything becos clear, everything flows smoothly.
Song Heping's gloom was swept away.
Confidence seed to return to his body.
Right.
"Death Elimination"!
It's a confrontation subject in "Hunter" intensive training.
The rules are very simple.
Nine special operations squads are air-dropped into a designated jungle area.
There are no rules.
Apart from laser simulation combat equipnt, they have nothing.
No water.
No food.
For seven days.
Free to kill.
In the end, only one squad can" live" to walk out of the jungle.
That is to say, the nine squads air-dropped into that desolate primitive jungle are opponents to each other.
That's equivalent to each squad having eight opponents.
Creating this extrely complex confrontational environnt is to simulate how to respond in the most complex situations when carrying out missions.
It's a real test of the squad leaders' adaptability and tactical command abilities.
In the end, it was the squad with the old squad leader and Song Heping that erged victorious.
As the team leader in the squad, the old squad leader used a slightly cunning tactic to achieve victory, a tactic summarized in eight characters—
Invite the enemy into the pot, watch the fire from the other side of the river.
The whole set of tactics is not complicated.
The core is to cleverly use the environnt for cover, inducing other squads, maybe even more, to enter the sa area.
Then let them mistake each other's main force and start a big fight.
Once the opponents fall for it, they'll fight to the death, relentlessly.
This tactic puts to the test the personal qualities of the soldiers serving as bait and the commanding ability of the squad leaders.
If the quality of the bait soldier is not strong enough, he might be killed before even luring the opponents into the trap.
If the commanding ability of the leader is not skillful, the tactic will show its flaws or even expose the location of their own squad, leading to a bungled attempt.
As the old squad leader said back then—this is a special warfare tactic that combines our ancestors' art of war and the results of modern training.
That "Death Elimination," under the guidance of the old squad leader's superb tactical level, most successfully lured three confrontational squads into the sa area at one point.
And the old squad leader, along with Song Heping, hid on the side and watched as the three factions clashed until only a few were left, then leisurely snuck up behind the opponents to pick the ripe peaches.
In the end, they achieved victory without any casualties and beca the best-performing squad in that year's training.
Coming down from the high tower and returning to the living area, Song Heping contacted Ferrari again through the satellite phone.
When Ferrari received Song Heping's call, he thought it was about hurrying the delivery of the mortar and his tone turned sowhat impatient," Song, I'm already on the mortar thing, and I'll have it sent to Hassan Oil Field tonight. You'll definitely have it in your hands by tomorrow morning..."
"I'm not calling about the mortar," Song Heping said. "I want to ask you for so intelligence."
"Intelligence again?"
"Yes. Intelligence," Song Heping said. "Can you get an analysis report on the activities, range, and the respective stances and inclinations of the northern ard forces in Illiguo? Better still, intelligence on their conflicts and disputes, the more detailed the better."
"My God!"
Ferrari exclaid on the other end of the phone.
Song Heping asked, "What are you exclaiming about?"
Ferrari said, "Do you know what level of intelligence that is? If you want such a detailed report, you need to go to the CIA."
Song Heping said, "I know the CIA has it, and I know the military intelligence departnt has it too, but they are not my brothers, and you are."
Ferrari fell silent on the other end for a mont.
Song Heping's appeal to emotion did touch him a little.
But Ferrari was an old hand in the ga after all.
A bridge is a bridge, a road is a road, personal feelings are personal feelings, business is business.
"I'll be straight with you, Song," Ferrari said, "I can get you the intelligence you want, but it's going to cost you."
Song Heping said, "What? You're already an employee of our company, and you get a commission for operations, and you still want extra money?"
Ferrari said, "This is clear accounting among brothers, an old saying from our ancestors that you should understand. Besides, I have to pay to get this intelligence, and intelligence is a resource, resources are money, in our circle, anything that can be sold is money."
Listening to Ferrari's accented Mandarin, Song Heping couldn't help but laugh and cry.
Ferrari was one-quarter Chinese.
He really considered himself a full-blooded Chinese.
"You an to say, you're an intelligence broker now?"
"Don't put it so crudely. You should say, I am an intelligence businessman."
"Fine."
Song Heping was at a loss with him.
Moreover, what Ferrari said was the hard truth.
Such detailed intelligence reports weren't sothing just anyone could get their hands on.
The status of the ard forces in the north was always changing, and only the most accurate reports could allow a person to co up with the most precise tactical plans.
If it costs money, so be it!
Problems that money can solve are not problems at all!
"How much do you want?"
"Not much, ten thousand US dollars."
After Ferrari quoted his price, he emphasized again.
"It's very fair already, and besides, I'm not the only one getting this money. I have to go grease so wheels. The United Security Council's classified office has this intelligence. The archivist in charge is a big black lady who's always had a soft spot for . Do you know how big a sacrifice I'm making?"
Ferrari's plaintive tone almost made Song Heping burst out laughing.
"Fine! Ten thousand it is, but I'm in a hurry. I need it by tomorrow at the latest."
"Deal!"
Ferrari agreed without hesitation.
"I'll arrange to have dinner with that plump lady tonight and get it sorted."
"I'll wait for your good news."
"OK! Don't worry!"
After making the arrangents.
Song Heping went out to find Samir and took him with him to check the guard posts to see if the local hires were in the positions they were supposed to be.
Song Heping was sowhat concerned about the local employees.
These people were temporarily recruited, having joined less than three days ago. Was their professional conduct up to standard? What about their will to fight?
It was all unknown.
Especially in a place like Illiguo, there was one thing that Song Heping never felt at ease about—loyalty.
Loyalty was especially precious here.
Betrayal, on the contrary, could be seen everywhere.
Illiguo had entirely devolved into chaos by now. War had impoverished most people, leaving them to struggle for the bare necessities of life. Various forces were covertly and overtly fighting for territory, vying for control, and to achieve their aims, they were even willing to stab each other in the back.
The person who is bowing and scraping to you today might just shoot you in the back tomorrow and send you off to et God.
That was also why Song Heping never allowed local hires to be present when discussing any tactics.
The cost of being betrayed was too great.
Song Heping could not afford to lose.
However, to his surprise, dozens of local hires had set up sentry and observation posts all around the oil field according to the shift schedule.
This detail pleasantly surprised Song Heping.
"Boss, there's sothing I want to talk to you about..."
Samir, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.
"I have information that tonight Lars from Cook Oil Field will be eting with soone from the Freedom Alliance."
His words jarred Song Heping.
"Where did you get this information?"
Song Heping couldn't help but be on guard.
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