Chapter 865 - 803: Secret Training Location

The camp was littered with armed personnel lying on the ground.

Song Heping glanced around and then turned to Jiang Feng, "Go drag that guy out."

"Alright."

Jiang Feng seemed eager to do so.

He was actually quite curious to see the effects of these anesthetics.

Even hiding in the car earlier, he couldn't avoid inhaling trace amounts of gas, and even a trace amount had already affected Abdul.

Jiang Feng went to drag the person, while Song Heping went directly to an armed individual, kicked away his gun, and then placed his hand beneath the man's nostrils.

The breathing was very weak.

But still, the person wasn't dead.

He stood up and shot the person as a follow-up.

Bang—

Then he turned to face another armed individual.

This time, upon checking, he found there was no breath.

He checked four similarly.

It turned out two were dead, while two still had weak breathing.

"This drug is really potent..."

He shuddered a little as he touched his gas mask.

Soon, Jiang Feng dragged Abdul over and threw him to the ground.

"What should we do with this guy?"

Jiang Feng asked.

Song Heping countered, "Is he dead?"

Jiang Feng shook his head, "No."

"Then kill him to eliminate any future problems."

Song Heping looked around, pondered briefly, and said, "Take them all down, leave no one, leave no clues."

Jiang Feng nodded, "Hmm, okay."

He understood Song Heping's intent.

This matter must leave no trace, no one should trace it back to "Musician" defense.

At least in the short term, no one should know it was done by Song Heping and his men.

It wasn't that Song Heping feared anyone.

After all, someone who dared challenge the three major intelligence agencies wouldn't fear a North African warlord like Colonel Kadafi.

The key issue lay in these several sets of SAM-6 missile launch systems.

Once the CIA and other intelligence agencies caught a whiff, they could deduce from the situation that Song Heping had acquired defensive weapons, becoming more cautious when formulating a raid plan on Atlon Oasis.

This didn't align with Song Heping's tactical expectations.

Right now, he intended to surprise Pence and others with a "big package."

Bang—

With a gunshot, Abdul was immediately sent off, meeting his maker.

"Boss!"

Silhouettes appeared in the smoke dispersed by the night wind from afar.

Leading them was White Bear.

"Are you guys okay?!"

"We're fine," Song Heping said. "Hurry up and have the launch vehicles and radar vehicles driven away. Right, don't forget the ammunition truck either."

"Okay!"

White Bear was about to leave but remembered something.

"About two hundred people here were anesthetized, all as per your previous instructions—"

As he spoke, he made a slicing gesture across his neck with his hand.

"Hmm, leave no one."

Song Heping said this order quite calmly.

It wasn't cruelty.

Nor was it cold-bloodedness.

It was a necessity.

In circumstances like these, one must be ruthless.

A moment of softness could mean his own death in the future.

This plan is particularly risky.

Just like the previous operation in Mogadishu, he is the biggest bait.

Whether it's the CIA's Pence, Mossad's Levin, or Lady M, it doesn't matter.

They wouldn't release their eagles until they saw him.

Song Heping had assessed the situation.

The CIA might need 5-7 days to mobilize resources to locate his base in Atlon Oasis. According to some CIA operation routines Simon mentioned, they would observe the area for a long time before launching an attack to verify if he is in the area.

This verification process could take three to five days at the shortest, or as long as a few weeks.

Sometimes it could drag on for months or even a year or two with difficult-to-confirm targets.

Currently, the missile and radar specialists he recruited hadn't arrived.

This is the biggest problem.

Although the SAM-6 missile system isn't the most advanced air defense system, the Soviet's stuff usually emphasizes simplicity and durability.

The personnel under him have all served in African national armies, which were once buyers and recipients of Soviet-style equipment.

During the bipolar era, the Soviets sought to secure their turf here, especially during Su Xun's era, they were extremely generous, flooding African soil with countless pieces of Soviet-style equipment.

This included some SAM series missile systems.

Even though the Soviet Union collapsed, these pieces of equipment are still playing important roles in some African national militaries, and thus soldiers who served in them, even those with a focus on this specialization, at the very least understand them, if not master them.

However, these radar operators and missile troopers, even if they reach Sudan and enter the Northern Darfur region, might not be immediately operational.

They need to adapt and familiarize themselves with the SAM-6 system.

There is a process involved.

It's estimated to take at least a week.

Luckily, Song Heping's trap plan doesn't require overly complex or sophisticated radar operations, essentially being a rehash of "waiting for the rabbit."

Before the CIA launches its revenge plan, the radar and missile unit soldiers will surely be adept with their equipment.

He needs to buy time for them.

He must secure enough time.

The sound of gunshots all around interrupted Song Heping's thoughts.

North African nights aren't warm at all; in fact, they're somewhat cold.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

Every gunshot signified an armed individual expiring.

Song Heping hurried through the camp towards his jeep.

The surrounding night was full of dark shadows, those were dozens of select "Musician" defense mercenaries executing those defenseless, fish-out-of-water armed personnel.

Back in his car, Song Heping sat quietly in the dark for a while until Jiang Feng came over and knocked on the window.

Song Heping rolled down the window.

Jiang Feng said, "All settled."

"Hmm."

Song Heping nodded silently.

"Have everyone pull back, the others head to Atlon Oasis. The missile vehicles and radar vehicles follow me to Point B."

"Alright."

With one command, everyone started withdrawing.

Ten minutes later, only over two hundred corpses and empty tents were left in the camp.

The convoy left the trading site and drove towards Atlon Oasis.

After driving a hundred kilometers, Song Heping picked up the radio to call out, "Missile vehicles follow my jeep, others temporarily return to the base and await my orders."

The convoy split into two, heading in different directions on this moonlit and star-sparse night.

After two hours of driving, the leading jeep came to a halt.

Song Heping jumped out of the car and waved to the driver of the leading missile vehicle.

The driver jumped out and ran over, "Boss, any instructions?"

Song Heping pointed to the valley ahead.

"Drive all the vehicles in there, then set up tents and establish a temporary base. Remember, make use of the valley's cover as much as possible, hide well, do the camouflage work, and I'll come to inspect it once the camouflage is done."

"Understood, Boss!"

The driver turned and left.

Song Heping turned to Alz, the leader of the missile unit, and said, "From now on, you are a missile company commander in our company's defense corps. I remember you used to do this in the army, right?"

"Yes! I've been in the air defense unit since I started serving."

As he spoke, Alz turned his head to look at the missile vehicles slowly entering the valley.

Song Heping said, "From now on, you'll stay here until you receive my notification to return to Atlon Oasis. This will last about seven days, during which you must train all the soldiers and officers of this missile company to operate the SAM-6 fluently, understood? The hypothetical enemy is the US Army's drones, use this as a training target. I will send the necessary drone information materials here, and don't worry about food, it will be supplied daily. Your only task is to train them well, follow my instructions after a week."

After saying this, he patted Alz on the shoulder, "If this succeeds, tell the comrades in your company, the reward is one million US dollars for everyone."

Upon hearing this, Alz's heart skipped a few beats.

One million US dollars.

The entire missile company actually only consists of four systems, with a standard setup of 7 people per system, and currently only 32 men.

32 people sharing one million US dollars.

For just one mission.

This compensation…

Too generous!

"What? Too little?!"

Song Heping saw him in a daze and asked.

"No, no, no!"

Alz shook his head like a rattle drum.

"I promise to complete the mission, Boss!"