Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 936 - 873

"What plan?"

Hunter looked curiously at Song Heping.

If the situation ntioned earlier was in front of him, Hunter considered it unsolvable.

After all, for a sniper, the most feared threat is aerial power.

Artillery is a minor issue.

If discovered by the opposing air forces, it would be a disaster.

For a rcenary company, a rcenary special operations platoon, to go against the world's most formidable nation's Special Forces squad, the difficulty is unimaginable.

At least Hunter himself found it unsolvable.

"First, cut off communications."

Song Heping placed a pin representing their forces on the border line.

"Before the ambush, first paralyze the Green Berets' radio and satellite communication equipnt to ensure they cannot call for support imdiately."

"Next, we rely on you."

Song Heping turned to look at Hunter.

"On-site, precise sniper attacks must be maintained, occupying favorable terrain. You must focus on the opponent's Commander, which is your sniper group's primary target."

"Additionally, speed is essential! Lightning raid."

Song Heping pointed at the map and said, "The special operations platoon will be divided into three groups, launching attacks from three directions simultaneously to ensure the Green Berets cannot organize effective defenses. We must eliminate them before their defenses are established."

He paused and continued, "The most crucial is the first shot."

Song Heping pointed his index finger in the air at Hunter, "You must ensure the communications officer and Commander are killed in the first second of combat. Otherwise, if they send even one signal, the F-15E will take off."

Hunter nodded, gently stroking the barrel of the sniper rifle, "No problem, as long as they show their heads, I can silence them."

Song Heping stared at the blue flight path on the map, gently tapping the tabletop, calculating every possible variable.

The threat of the F-15E "Strike Eagle" hangs like a sword over their heads, ready to fall at any mont. The 15-minute response ti ans that if the US Green Berets squad faces an attack, they have at most a 10-minute combat window.

Beyond that ti, two fully loaded fighter jets with precision-guided bombs would roar in, leveling the entire ambush zone.

Hunter stood by, looking at Song Heping's furrowed brow, unable to help saying, "Boss, shouldn't we consider..."

"Consider what?" Song Heping didn't look up.

"Abandon the ambush and retreat," Hunter said softly, "We don't need to engage with the US Special Forces over the Sena Governnt Army, especially with the F-15E."

Song Heping shook his head, "Lady M's contract is signed. Retreating now would not only leave us unpaid but also offend the British. Moreover..."

He paused, his eyes cold, "If we leave now, the Sena Governnt Army won't last ten days. When the US-backed rebels take power, the whole African situation will change. Sena is very close to Sudan. Once the Aricans succeed, they will definitely expand northward. Do you think our space for survival will remain?"

He tapped his head with his finger.

"Strategy, we must have a strategic perspective."

Hunter remained silent.

He knew Song Heping was right, but the risks were substantial.

"So, we can only fight," Song Heping concluded finally, "But we must ensure the fight is over within 10 minutes, then imdiately withdraw."

Song Heping re-examined the map, his finger sliding along the Green Berets squad's possible patrol route.

"They are stationed at this abandoned mine, a complex terrain, easy to defend and hard to attack."

He said quietly, "Direct assault won't work; we must lure them out."

Hunter frowned, "How do we lure them?"

"With bait," Song Heping's lips curled slightly, "They're supporting the MLC ard group. If the MLC ard group's headquarters is attacked, do you think they would appear?"

"Then ambush them halfway?" Hunter's eyes lit up.

"Exactly." Song Heping nodded, "But the ambush point must be in a location with poor communication signals to ensure they can't call for support imdiately."

Hunter pondered for a mont and pointed to a canyon on the map, "How about here? Heights on both sides, narrow middle, strong signal blockage, suitable for snipers to control the battlefield."

As Song Heping and Hunter discussed tactical details, a burst of noise suddenly ca from outside the tent, followed by a Sena Governnt Army soldier rushing in, looking anxious.

"Mr. Song, General Wula is here!"

Song Heping frowned, "Wula?"

Hunter whispered a reminder, "The Sena Governnt Army's Chief Commander, rumored to have a fiery temper."

Before Song Heping could respond, the tent flap was flung open, and a burly African General in Sena military attire strode in, followed by several officers and military advisors.

"Are you Song Heping?" General Wula's voice was low and authoritative, carrying visible discontent.

Song Heping stood up, calmly nodding, "I am."

General Wula glanced at the map on the table and snorted, "Three days. You've been in Sena for three days and have taken no action! The capital is about to be seized by rebels, and you're still studying maps?"

Song Heping did not reply imdiately but instead looked at the military advisory group behind Wula—several of the white officers were casting derisive glances at him, evidently French advisors.

"General," Song Heping slowly began, "War is not fought with brute force but with tactics."

"Tactics?" General Wula scoffed, "The British puff you up as so 'African battlefield's most dangerous rcenary,' and what now? You haven't even fired a shot!"

Song Heping's eyes turned cold, "If the General wants a brainless charge, I can lead you and your troops to their death right now."

General Wula's face darkened, just about to erupt, when a French military advisor beside him suddenly spoke, "Mr. Song, forgive my frankness. The situation is very serious. The rebels are less than a hundred kiloters from the capital. We don't have ti to wait for you to slowly craft the 'perfect plan'."

Song Heping looked at him, "And you are?"

"My na is Fernando, French military advisor."

The other arrogantly lifted his chin, "Frankly, we're very disappointed in you."

Song Heping sneered, "Disappointed? Why don't you handle it yourselves? How long have you French been here? Longer than , right? You know the Aricans are causing trouble, right? Why don't you act? If you had even a bit of competence, Sena's capital wouldn't be on the brink of collapse."

Fernando's face froze.

General Wula furiously slapped the table and shouted, "Enough! Song Heping, I'm giving you the last 24 hours. If there's no action, I'll request Lady M to replace you!"

Finishing that, he turned and stord out, the advisory group followed closely behind, leaving a mocking comnt, "Seems the so-called 'Legendary rcenaries' of Africa are just that."

Hunter watched their backs as they left, muttering curses, "A bunch of cowards, too scared to face the battlefield themselves, yet skilled at giving orders."

Song Heping remained calm, sitting back in his chair, focusing on the map.

"Boss, what do we do now?" Hunter asked.

Song Heping was silent for a mont, then suddenly smiled, "What do we do? They're in a hurry, are you panicking too? They don't need to be on the battlefield, but we do."

In the end, Song Heping seriously looked at Hunter, "Rember, don't bother with those idiots who never set foot on the battlefield."