Chapter 975 - 911: Latakia's Special Police Force

Facing an entire platoon, even someone as fierce as Song Heping couldn't help but feel uncertain.

No matter how skilled he was, he couldn't eliminate a whole platoon in just a few seconds.

As soon as the enemy responds, he'll be in danger.

But there's no time for thinking or weighing options now.

The Desheka Machine Gun must be destroyed!

But just taking out one machine gunner isn't enough; another will take his place.

So the machine gun itself must be destroyed.

Distance—

30-40 meters.

Numbers—

1 person, himself.

The enemy, about twenty-something.

Weapons—

No heavy weapons.

"Damn!"

Song Heping thought to himself, if only I had a grenade launcher.

One shot would make that machine gun permanently silent.

Hand grenades wouldn't work either.

Throwing one over might not destroy the Desheka Machine Gun.

That thing is Former Soviet-made, rugged, crude, and extremely durable.

All he could rely on was the AK-12 assault rifle in his hands.

Let's do it!

Without further hesitation, Song Heping raised his hand and aimed.

Bam bam—

Two bullets accurately hit the upper cover of the Desheka Machine Gun.

Sparks flew instantly.

The machine gunner was startled.

The upper cover of the Desheka Machine Gun is used for feeding bullets; when changing a new box of ammo, you need to remove the belt, open the upper cover, and then press it down after aligning it with the chamber to load it.

Song Heping's two shots deformed the upper cover directly.

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

Bam bam—

Just as all Freedom Army soldiers were caught off guard, Song Heping fired two more shots, silencing the machine gun for good.

"Enemy over there!"

Finally, someone came back to their senses.

Almost all Freedom Army soldiers immediately turned their guns toward where Song Heping was and fired furiously.

Bullets struck the corner of the building, breaking chunks of bricks, leaving a gap at the corner!

Having achieved his aim, Song Heping knew he couldn't fight head-on; he had to run!

Just as he turned to flee, he suddenly heard joyful machine gun fire coming from the other side of the alley.

Dah dah dah dah—

Dah dah dah dah—

Dah dah dah dah dah—

He quickly ducked into a doorway nearby.

In the dark, tracers formed bright trails from the other side, shooting toward where the Freedom Army soldiers were.

Government Army?!

The first thought that crossed Song Heping's mind was that it was the Government Army.

It seems like they are not small in number.

Song Heping decided to lie low.

He wouldn't interfere in their firefight.

After all, assisting those government soldiers now could easily lead to being mistaken, and being taken for a Freedom Army soldier wouldn't be good.

Waiting here, without a doubt, was the best choice.

Surely some Freedom Army soldiers would flee in his direction.

He could catch them off guard here.

"Jiang Feng, you guys start the counterattack! It seems the government troops are here, fighting with the opposition."

"No problem! Their machine gun's silenced!"

Before Jiang Feng finished speaking, suddenly two figures appeared at the alley entrance.

These two were clearly Freedom Army; not wearing any uniform, holding AK-47 assault rifles, shooting backward as they ran.

It seems the government army caught them by surprise.

Now the Freedom Army soldiers were scattered, running everywhere.

Song Heping squatted in the doorway and sprayed a burst of fire at the two like they were moving targets.

Dah dah dah dah—

The two fell headlong to the ground.

The intense firefight raged on for a good seven or eight minutes before finally quieting down.

Song Heping heard voices talking from the direction of the government soldiers, followed by footsteps.

They seemed to be advancing, searching.

Song Heping thought it was time to make contact with these guys.

After all, he needed a vehicle.

The government army should be able to provide him with one, so he could head to Damascus, find Vakner's base in Siria, and plan how to rescue the cook in Ashara Town.

"Are you brothers from the government army?! I'm from Vakner Mercenaries!"

Song Heping had to pose as someone from Vakner.

He called out once in Russian.

Then shouted again in Arabic.

Speaking Russian was to make the other side think he was Russian.

After all, Russians and the Siria Government were on the same side here, considered allies.

And calling out in Arabic was just in case they didn't understand Russian.

Not choosing to speak English as the war was orchestrated by NATO; using English was asking for death.

Sure enough, soon enough, someone responded back in Arabic—

"Vakner's men?! We're the police special forces!"

Special forces?

"Friendly troops! Don't shoot!"

Song Heping immediately called to Jiang Feng and Utekin over the channel.

"I've come across some special forces here; you guys come over, see if we can get a vehicle."

Song Heping cautiously leaned next to the doorway, watching the alley entrance.

Soon, a pickup truck slowly approached.

The machine gun barrel mounted in the back was aimed right where Song Heping was.

"Friendly troops!"

Song Heping shouted in Arabic.

From the group of special forces, one person stepped out, slowly coming to where Song Heping was.

He got a good look at Song Heping.

And Song Heping got a good look at him too.

The man had a big beard, wearing a black combat uniform with a police badge on it.

"You guys are from Vakner Mercenaries?"

"Yes."

Song Heping lowered his gun and slowly stepped out.

"I and my companions just arrived; we ran into these Freedom Army soldiers right out of the port. What's going on here? Wasn't it said that Latakia is safe?"

"Not safe anymore."

The Big Beard walked up to Song Heping, a heavy expression on his face.

"The opposition is advancing too fast; many places in the north, west, and northwest have fallen. The Kurdish also took advantage, i5i5 has captured many cities on the west from us. Now nowhere in the north is safe, Aleppo is besieged... damn bastards!"

Song Heping could hear the weight in Big Beard's voice.

With the country like this, no one is happy except the opposition.

Civil war...

How foolish.

"How many of you are there?"

"Six of us here."

Song Heping turned his head, just in time to see Jiang Feng and the others appear at the other end of the alley.

"They're all my brothers, came together."

The Big Beard looked around: "It's not safe here anymore. Many towns outside the city have reportedly been taken by the Freedom Army, and quite a few Freedom Army have infiltrated the city; they even have internal contacts here, staging attacks everywhere. You'd better come back to the police station with us and wait until daylight to decide."

Song Heping looked at the sky, figuring Big Beard was right.

Just six of them, if they encountered a large Freedom Army force, they'd likely be wiped out.

It's better to head to the police station first, gather some intel, and then ask Big Beard for a vehicle tomorrow to move on.

"My name is Song Heping. May I know your name?"

"Hussein."

The Big Beard extended his hand.

Song Heping shook it: "I'll go to the police station with you first. Could you get us a vehicle by daylight? We need to go to Damascus."

"Damascus?"

The Big Beard was startled.

"In these two days, Freedom Army has been fiercely attacking the western coastal areas. It's hundreds of kilometers to Damascus, with extreme danger along the way; are you sure you want to do that?"

"Have to," Song Heping replied. "We need to rally a force over there to head towards Deir Ezzor's Ashara Town; a friend is trapped there."

"Ashara Town?"

The Big Beard Hussein took a sharp breath.

He thought the person before him was mad.

"Most of that area is now occupied by the 1515 organization. They're extreme terrorists; are you sure you want to go there?"

Song Heping couldn't help but laugh.

He himself was the head of a major terrorist organization, on most wanted lists...