Song Heping observed for a while until there was completely no sound around, then he slowly erged from his hiding place.
He circled around the bodies and discovered soone was not dead.
It was Naxin.
At the ti of the explosion, this guy had just walked away, saving his life but knocking him unconscious.
"Boss! We're here!"
Samir, with about a dozen local rcenaries, hurried over, sweating profusely.
"I'll leave two people here, Samir, you go see who else needs help."
"White Bear took people to other places, the pressure is high near the cook," Samir said. "I've sent more n there."
After speaking, he turned to the other rcenaries, "All of you, go help out at the cook's!"
Once the n had left, Song Heping thought for a mont, walked over to Naxin, crouched down beside him, and removed his communication earpiece.
The solo soldier radio was intact, communication was not a problem.
He handed the radio to Samir.
"Call out on the channel," he said, "say that Naxin has been captured by us, they're done for, all who surrender will not be killed, and all who resist will be executed."
Samir hesitated for a mont.
But he quickly understood Song Heping's intent.
Naxin was a military instructor of the Madheh Army and also the commander of this operation.
With him captured, the rest of them would definitely be in chaos.
So he took the radio and began shouting on the Madheh Army's channel, "Naxin has been captured! Drop your weapons, we won't kill prisoners, but those who resist have only a road to death!"
After shouting a few tis, the channel fell silent for a mont then suddenly beca lively.
The people of the Madheh Army were all asking what was going on, whether it was true that Naxin had been captured.
Song Heping asked Samir, "What are they saying?"
"They don't believe it," said Samir.
Song Heping grabbed Naxin by the collar, jerked him up from the ground, took his water bottle, took a mouthful of water and sprayed it directly on his face, then slapped him back and forth across the face.
Naxin finally woke from his coma.
Upon seeing Song Heping suddenly in front of him, shock made him shuffle backwards repeatedly, trying to escape.
"Naxin!"
Song Heping didn't let go, gripping his collar tightly.
"Enough, enough people have died tonight. If you're wise, have your n lay down their weapons. I'm not a bloodthirsty maniac," he said.
Naxin looked around.
All were corpses.
"Did you kill all these?"
he asked.
Song Heping nodded. "Yes, I killed them myself."
Naxin couldn't believe his ears, his face turned white imdiately.
After all the effort he had exerted, bustling all night, and in the end nearly his entire force was annihilated.
It was as it was.
It was all his own doing, wasn't it?
Song Heping had clearly set a trap long ago waiting for him to walk into it.
Now outskilled, he could only concede defeat.
Last ti, Song Heping hadn't killed him or several other captured subordinates, truly not a man with a thirst for killing.
But, to make himself surrender...
No way!
He was a respected officer of the Persian special forces...
However, if he didn't surrender, his subordinates were likely headed for a certain death.
Just for his own pride, to send these n he had trained for over two years to their deaths?
While he was indecisive, Song Heping told Samir, "Turn on the radio."
Samir complied.
Before Naxin even understood what was happening, Song Heping had already hooked a punch into his abdon.
"Ah—"
Naxin let out a scream.
The punch made Naxin's internal organs feel like they were turning over, sothing from his stomach surged up to his throat, and he couldn't help but spew it out.
The scream was imdiately transmitted through the radio to the ears of every mber of the Madheh Army.
Naxin's voice was not unfamiliar.
Before Naxin could finish vomiting, Song Heping threw another punch.
This ti Naxin's scream was even louder.
Samir, holding the solo soldier radio and squatting beside, watched Song Heping's peculiar operation with deep admiration.
This China person, simply unpredictable.
His ans were always perfectly on point, and aptly tid.
Naxin cried out in agony repeatedly, making the hearts of his n tremble.
He surmised that they would soon lose their will to resist.
Indeed, Song Heping soon received a ssage in his tactical channel.
"Boss, this is Hunter, they've surrendered!"
"Sa here."
Grey Wolf also shouted excitedly.
The gunfire suddenly died down.
Soon, there was news from the chef too.
"Boss, the Madheh Army here has surrendered too."
Song Heping said to Naxin, "See, I've saved you and your n's lives again."
After everything concluded, he ordered on the radio, "Chef, gather all the prisoners next to warehouse No. 1 in the living area, I'll be right there."
After speaking, he said to Samir, "Later you take a few people to clean up the scene, pick up these limbs, bury them outside the oil district, and bring their vehicles and weapons back to the living area, find a place to store them."
"Got it, boss!"
Samir turned to implent the orders.
Now, his obedience to Song Heping's commands was absolute and imdiate, with not a hint of hesitation.
He even felt fortunate to have followed the right person.
With Song Heping, he could learn much.
Especially in combat aspects.
Song Heping was unlike any military commander he had ever seen.
When Samir and his people started cleaning up the scene, Song Heping looked around, pointed at the corpses, and asked Naxin, "This is the second ti now, do you submit?"
Naxin felt utterly disgraced.
Tonight so many had died for his honor.
He couldn't accept it.
For a mont, he even thought about snatching Song Heping's pistol from his belt and firing a bullet into his own head to give himself a dignified end.
But Naxin knew very well he couldn't achieve it.
Song Heping's skills were far superior to his own, snatch his gun?
Perhaps in a dream, he could do it.
At the end, this instructor for the Persian special forces unit even covered his face and began to sob softly.
This move completely baffled Song Heping.
"Fuck!"
He stepped back two paces.
"Why are you crying?"
In his eyes, after all, he was a military commander, a mber of the Persian Special Forces.
How could he possibly start crying because he was beaten?
But how could he know Naxin's bitterness?
Captured alive twice.
Didn't even have the ability to die.
Pathetic...
"Tsk tsk!"
Seeing Naxin sitting on the ground, covering his face and crying, Samir walked over.
He did not like Persians.
So, at this mont, he felt particularly good.
"Never thought Persians would cry, huh?"
This comnt provoked Naxin, who jumped up from the ground attempting to fight desperately, but he was stunned slightly, his balance not yet restored, and given his injuries, he struggled and fell back to the ground.
This made Naxin even more heartbroken, and he covered his face and continued crying.
Samir felt even better, unable to suppress his laughter.
Song Heping gave Samir a blank look and said, "Take him back, even if he is an enemy, give him the respect he deserves."
"Yes, boss."
Samir went up, bound Naxin, and had him escorted back.
After handling everything, Song Heping looked up at the sky.
The weather was still good.
The sky was clear with scattered stars.
The blood on the ground was swiftly cleaned up by the local rcenaries from Illiguo, the strewn limbs were collected, bagged, and taken away.
It was as if nothing had happened.
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