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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 39 Finally Licked the Bag

It took less than ten seconds for two figures to appear in sight.

Their movement was flawless, clearly the work of experts.

One in front and one behind, one to the left and one to the right.

A typical left echelon jungle search formation.

When it came to tactical formations, Song Heping was no stranger.

Actually, the operations of Special Forces units around the world are quite similar, with differences only in their respective experience-based improvements and modifications.

In a left echelon formation, one person leads, with the other within a ten-meter range to their rear right side, the specific distance being best determined by the ability to maintain visual contact with one another.

The purpose of any tactical formation is based on a principle—minimize casualties, optimize firepower, facilitate coordination, and ensure quick and agile movements.

And the ambush I had set up was guided by this same consideration.