The aning couldn't be clearer—stop the harsh scolding! You've scolded him to the point of submission! Don't forget, we still need to rely on the cooperation of his five thousand "noodle soldiers" for the operation later!
If you really scold him to the point where he abandons the task, tonight's performance can't go on!
Song Heping took a deep breath, his chest heaving dramatically a few tis as he forcefully suppressed the frustration of not being able to turn iron into steel back into his heart.
He understood that Utekin's concern was reasonable. Now is not the ti to vent emotions; the operation must be executed.
He exhaled a long, heavy breath into the microphone, as if trying to expel all the frustration from his chest. His tone llowed as he forcefully redirected the topic: "Alright... let's not talk about these damn nuisances for now."
The anger in his voice was forcibly suppressed, but the cold hardness remained.
"You have five thousand people, so use these five thousand people! Rember the things I taught you hand in hand! If you're really... really scared stiff by 1515 and dare not attack that hornets' nest in Mosul."
Song Heping deliberately slowed down his speech, articulating each word clearly, "then use the 'Poison Snake Tactic' I taught you! Do you still rember what it is?"
Samir on the other end of the phone seed to grab a lifeline like a drowning person, his voice imdiately eager, carrying a kind of relieved flattery: "Rember! Rember! Boss! Lure them out! Lure the snake out of the hole!"
He unexpectedly started to answer eagerly.
"Correct!"
Song Heping's voice was decisive, with an indisputable decision.
"The poisonous snake hides in the hole, if you're foolish enough to reach your hand in and get bitten to death, you deserve it! Listen, take all the assets in your hands—rocket launchers, mortars, whether they're old or newly acquired, and drag them all outside Mosul City! Find a safe firing range, and aim at those arrogant strongholds, command centers, and barracks of 1515 in the city! Don't be stingy with the ammo, blast them hard! Create as much commotion as possible! Blast the anger of the poisonous snake out of the hole for !"
He paused, speaking with a hint of cold calculation: "Didn't you say that the 1515 ard forces have been rampant and invincible for more than a year? That's right! These bastards must be getting too arrogant now, their noses in the air! They would never expect that there's still a 'coward' willing to actively challenge their 'invincible' majesty! Nor would they think you could gather five thousand people! They will definitely send people out of the city to pursue, wanting to crush you 'ignorant insects'! This is the opportunity!"
Song Heping's speech accelerated, his thought process clear as if maneuvering on a sand table.
"Outside the city, find an appropriate place—the terrain should be narrow, convenient for fire coverage, like a dried-up riverbed or the outskirts of an abandoned town, set up an ambush for in advance! As soon as their vanguard troops dive in, imdiately tighten the ambush! Close the door and beat the dog! Firepower at full blast! Beat them to death! I've led you through this tactic more than once! You don't need to hand-hold you through each step, right?"
The last sentence was in a stern tone reminiscent of a drill instructor.
"No! Absolutely not! Boss!"
Samir's voice instantly elevated by eight degrees, filled with exhilaration from being trusted and enlightened.
"I rember! Crystal clear! Lure the enemy, set up an ambush, firepower coverage! I understand! I understand!" He guaranteed repeatedly, fearing that Song Heping would revoke this 'authorization.'
"Tonight's operation, Samir..."
Song Heping's tone beca extrely serious once again.
"Listen, this is not just to cooperate with my side's rescue operation! It's also the first step in your self-rescue! Rember this well! If tonight succeeds, destroys the elite 1515 sends out, you local militia forces will, for the first ti, truly stand tall on this fear-dominated land of Northwest Illiguo!"
"You can also show everyone that 1515 is not an invincible Demon with three heads and six arms! They can die too! They can be beaten helplessly!"
Song Heping's voice was like a heavy hamr, pounding Samir's nerves.
"Today, I used just a dozen people in Isriye to take care of a company of theirs! You have five thousand guns in your hand! Can't you finish off the few hundred people they send out?! As long as you finish them off and hurt them! The higher-ups in 1515 will never let it go; they will definitely redeploy troops from the Siria front to reinforce Mosul! Achieving this 'lure the tiger away from the mountain' objective will an our operation tonight is more than halfway successful! Understand? As for how to withdraw safely, it's sothing you, as a commander, must think through! Don't put on a 'kill eight hundred of the enemy while losing five thousand yourself' kind of stupid show for !"
"Understood! Absolutely understood! Boss!"
Samir's reply was loud and crisp, as if injected with a shot of adrenaline.
"Very good," Song Heping glanced at the military watch on his wrist.
"Where exactly are you to the south of Mosul now?"
"To the southeast of Hamdaniya (Al-Hamdaniya), about forty kiloters from the center of Mosul."
Samir quickly reported the exact coordinates.
"Stay hidden! Blend into the ground like sand!"
Song Heping sternly instructed, "Do not fire a shot without my order! If the location is exposed, the entire plan will fall apart, and you might as well wait to be surrounded by 1515!"
"Don't worry! Boss! We'll be like shadows!" Samir swore.
"And one more thing, Samir."
Song Heping's tone suddenly softened, carrying a promise thought through carefully.
"When things settle down in Deir Ezzor, after I get the cook out, I will personally go to Northwest Illiguo. Bring you so 'gifts'..."
He deliberately paused, letting the other party digest this information.
"By the way, send a few truly skilled people over, help you firmly train those militia of yours. When the ti cos, we'll have a good 'practice' with 1515 again. Damn it, I just don't believe it, are all of you really just mud that can't stick to the wall? Surely there must be so bricks that can be used, right?"
"Really?!"
Samir on the other end of the line, his voice instantly elevated a few notches, filled with imnse disbelief and joy, sweeping away previous depression and grievance!
What caliber was Song Heping? He was a true king forged in hellish battlefields. In those days, even top intelligence agencies like the Central Intelligence Agency and Special Forces, as well as the ard forces of the Kurds and 1515, had all suffered under his hand!
His forced departure from Illiguo was undoubtedly his greatest loss.
Samir had no doubt, had Song Heping stayed back then, 1515's forces would never have grown so rampant in the northwest!
Now, with the main forces of the US Army withdrawn, the northwest has beco a dangerous vacuum of power, yet for top experts like Song Heping without official backing and only employed by private security firms, it conversely beca a 'safe zone' for relatively free movent.
He promises to personally return to Illiguo, to help train the army...
Samir seed to see a bright beam of hope suddenly illuminate in the darkness, instantly reigniting his ambitions almost extinguished by reality!
"Boss! I..."
Samir, almost incoherent with excitent.
"Cut the crap!" Song Heping brutally interrupted him, "First get tonight's scene done well for ! If it gets ssed up, everything is off the table! Now, go prepare! I await your 'good news'!" He decisively ended the call, his thumb pressing down hard on the disconnect button.
The busy tone of the disconnected phone sounded, yet Song Heping didn't lower the hand holding the satellite phone for a long ti.
He slightly turned his head, his gaze once again casting in the direction of Deir Ezzor City.
There, smoke was still billowing, silently narrating the suffering of this city.
The silhouette of that youth charging through the binoculars, that leader's sinister grin, that machete with the arc of death...
And the imnse sha of Mosul's collapse without a fight, revealed in Samir's words, coiled around his heart like a cold poisonous snake.
Deir Ezzor was silent in blood and fire, while in Eastern Illiguo, south of Mosul, a storm was brewing silently.
The fuse he ignited would finally thunder with the first cry of revolt on this land ruled by fear.
"Our n have arrived."
Utekin ca over to report an encouraging ssage.
"Over there!"
He pointed to the south.
Song Heping raised his binoculars in the direction he pointed, seeing a long convoy speeding towards this location.
"Tell them to stop at the foot of the mountain, find a place to hide, we're getting ready to set out, no rest tonight, we go into action imdiately!"
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