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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".

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Chapter 263: The "Crocodile" That Stands Up

Early in the morning, 5 a.m.

Near Camp K1, in the swamp area.

Song Heping had been crouching behind a rotting log for a full two hours already.

It was an annoying position.

But it was also the best launching point for an attack on Camp K1.

Selecting an attack position was a real science.

You had to consider the terrain and the enemy camp's patrol patterns and defensive placements.

Generally, one needed to enter the position in advance and then wait for the attack to commence.

This place was on the edge of a swamp just outside Camp K1.

As it was the rainy season, the area was all wet, with some parts deep enough to reach one's waist.

Last night, Song Heping had crawled here from two hundred meters away.

Crawling was always better than walking.

For one, it was less likely to be detected; for another, it was not easy to get stuck in the quagmire.