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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 · Urbain
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Chapter 229: The Ambush in the Ditch

Persian Plateau, mountainous region.

"What's the situation?"

Mist asked Song Heping in a low voice.

"It's bad. We're cut off. There's a small squad two hundred meters away; I saw six people, but I believe there are more than that, surely others nearby that we can't see."

Song Heping withdrew his head and hid behind the rocks again.

"I say we take them out," said Mist. "Charge through them. If the pursuers behind us hear gunshots and catch up, it's just a matter of our stamina. I'm not afraid of running in such terrain."

Song Heping shook his head. "It's not about stamina anymore. If it were only pursuers from one direction, we might stand a chance. But we don't know how many people from the Revolutionary Brigade are around here. If gunfire alerts the whole hornet's nest and they surround us from all sides, we'll be doomed."