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Mercenaries, I Will Be King

If you're not sitting at the table, then you are definitely lying on the menu. If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital. Song Heping, compelled by life to make a fortune in a warzone, accidentally got swept into the war and, in a confused state, was promoted by a bunch of Da Maozi to be the boss of a Defense Company. In this day and age, who still becomes a mercenary! I want to sell arms, I want to sell coffee cups worth a few bucks for over a thousand US Dollars. I want to sell a 9-dollar socket for the price of 299 US Dollars. I want to sell goats, the kind that costs millions of US Dollars each... Don't ask, and don't come auditing, whether you're from the Audit Office or the CIA, I'll send you all off... My name is Song Heping. I came, I conquered, I reign as the king. Don't call me the "Lord of War," I love peace, I am here to deliver "peace".

Yan Qi Guan · Urban
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Chapter 92: Contraction Tactics

"Decrease the scale by 4, direction left 002, fire two rounds!"

At this moment, Song Heping was not anywhere else but atop a tower in the workshop area.

The artillery position was about four kilometers behind him, located in an open space at the center of the living area.

The Soviet-made 120-caliber mortars had been delivered by Ferrari the day before yesterday.

They were not new, all second-hand.

But they were well-maintained, with little wear in the barrel.

These items, without a question, used to belong to Sadam.

They were probably the equipment that the former government army had abandoned when the Americans came.

An old gun is not to be feared, the crucial point is that it works well.

A classic weapon has a characteristic, that even after decades, it still operates vigorously.

The killing radius of a 120 mortar could reach up to about 60 meters.

The larger the killing radius, the less demand for aiming precision.