Regarding the cook's worries, Song Heping was disdainful.
He had thought it excusable that the cook didn't understand tactical command, after all, the guy had come out of prison and had never been with the Special Forces.
But looking at White Bear's paratroopers, they didn't understand either.
It seemed that the military training he had received was far more systematic than theirs.
"The cook..."
Song Heping couldn't help but smile wryly.
"What can I even say about you... Do you really think those armed organizations, hearing someone has stationed here, would send hundreds of people to attack us on the first day without knowing the ins and outs of the situation?"
In the end, he asked rhetorically, "If you were their leader, how would you arrange it?"
"Reconnaissance."
After thinking for a long time, the cook managed to squeeze out two words.
Song Heping laughed and said, "Correct, one can be taught! Of course, you'd do reconnaissance, test the waters to determine the strength of the opponent, and then decide how to treat them, you got it?"
The cook was silent for a long time on his end before finally saying over the channel, "Damn, you're a genius!"
A genius?
That remark left Song Heping stunned.
The cook had said this to himself more than once.
Time slowly passed, and before long, it was eleven o'clock.
Three hours of lying low.
There was no movement at any of the ambush points.
The moonlight was still cold and clear.
The visibility was good.
Even without night-vision goggles, one could see up to a hundred meters away.
Song Heping would perform a roll call every 20 minutes to make sure no one had fallen asleep.
After all, a few points were single-person hideouts.
This kind of hiding was the most grinding, with no one to talk to, it was easy to fall asleep.
Fortunately.
Everyone seemed very alert.
"Is it possible they're not planning to come over tonight?"
Grey Wolf asked Song Heping confusedly over the channel.
"Damn, I'm thinking about something. We can do this tonight, but do we keep watch like this every night in the coming days? If they don't die, we'll exhaust ourselves to death."
Before Song Heping could reply, suddenly, a few tiny, moving dots appeared on the distant horizon.
Song Heping hurriedly picked up the MK18 in his hands and looked through the scope towards the suspicious direction.
Observing through a scope had its advantage thanks to magnification, which made it possible to see targets at a farther distance clearly.
Several dust-cloaked moving targets came into view.
Song Heping could see clearly now.
They were indeed several vehicles, including pickups and off-road vehicles.
"They're here..."
He immediately informed everyone over the channel.
"I have guests on my side. Do you have any movement on yours?"
"Nothing here."
"I don't have any movement either."
"Looks like Damn is the lucky one."
"How many people?"
"I see several vehicles, but I'm not sure how many exactly. I'll wait until they get closer to say."
As he replied, Song Heping glanced at the landmine emplacement.
He had chosen a spot on both sides of an uphill road.
Although there were no sand ridges here, there were some undulating sand dunes and hills.
The reason for choosing an uphill road was that the enemy, if driving through here, would inevitably slow down a bit, otherwise, they would bump their heads.
Vehicles passing quickly through the blast radius of wide-blade landmines would have their damage effects reduced, but slowing down would result in the optimal destructive effect.
Song Heping issued an order over the channel: "Samir, Arif, you two take your men and start from the west and circle to the north of my location. Remember, circle at a greater distance, don't turn on the car lights, and move using the moonlight to avoid being spotted by the enemy."
"Alright, boss."
Samir immediately replied.
After the conversation ended, he led two local mercenaries to get in the vehicle and began to take a detour as instructed by Song Heping.
The cook asked, "Damn, are you planning to encircle them?"
"Yes, they don't have many people tonight, just over twenty. Since they've come, let's not let any of them leave."
Song Heping said, "We mustn't let a single one escape tonight. We need to kill one to warn a hundred! These are our first guests at Hassan Oil Field. If we aren't enthusiastic enough, they'll come again tomorrow night. We must make sure it's a one-way trip for them to deter others and leave their leaders unable to recover for days.
We need to make these bastards know that whoever comes dies; no one is going back."
As he spoke, the vehicles had reached about a hundred meters away.
It was crystal clear this time.
Four vehicles, two pickups, and two off-road vehicles.
The beds of the pickups were full of people standing.
Through the scope, one could even clearly see the armed militants in the truck beds, each holding an assault rifle, clad in a mishmash of camouflage and tactical gear, with some wearing headbands on their heads, looking incredibly imposing and arrogant.
They were still 3 kilometers from the oil district, not expecting an ambush here.
From past experience, attacks from the guards usually happened only when they got within several hundred meters of the oil district.
"Brilliant..."
Song Heping always loved those who underestimated their opponents.
They looked cool standing in the truck beds with their guns, but most of their bodies were exposed, and the hundreds of steel balls inside the claymore mines would surely make these fools suffer indescribably.
"You can start converging towards my location now, quickly!"
No sooner had he finished speaking, the first off-road vehicle had already reached the dirt ramp and, as expected, slowed down.
Song Heping quickly pressed the detonation button on the remote control.
Boom—
Boom—
Two fireballs burst into the night sky.
Even at a distance, Song Heping could hear the dense sound of steel hitting the vehicles, like the crackling of popping beans.
Then came the wails and howls like ghosts and wolves.
The people in the vehicles had no clue what had happened, as the first two pickups were riddled with holes.
Just as Song Heping had envisioned.
Almost all of the militants standing in the beds were hit by the steel balls, some fell inside the trucks, others outside, crashing heavily into the dust.
A 120-degree killing angle, a maximum injury range of 250 meters, 700 lethal steel balls, no less deadly than the bullets fired from a submachine gun.
The windshield of the lead vehicle was shattered, the car lost control and crashed into the hill, flipping over.
The two least affected off-road vehicles immediately turned around; the terrified drivers floored the accelerator, the engines roared in a frantic escape back the way they had come.
Song Heping raised his gun and began to charge.
Be quick!
When he had run over a hundred meters to the minefield, a blood-soaked militant was just crawling out from the back seat of the first pickup.
Song Heping did not hesitate and immediately gave him a burst.
The man screamed tragically; he didn't even understand what had happened before he met his maker.
From a distance of more than ten meters, Song Heping aimed his gun at the driver's cab of the lead vehicle and fired a volley.
The enemy outnumbered him.
He was alone.
He had to create swift, absolute carnage.
If several people reacted at the same time, the threat would be too great for him.
He circled the vehicles, walking and firing in short bursts.
After emptying one magazine, he immediately replaced it with another.
After depleting two magazines, he no longer shot wildly but slowly observed whether there were any signs of life in the vehicles and on the ground.
After waiting a bit, the chef's vehicle arrived.
"Wow!"
The chef jumped out, saw the bodies everywhere, and punched Song Heping's chest in shock.
"Did you do this all by yourself?!"
Song Heping nodded.
"It's only been a few minutes, and you've killed so many people by yourself?! Song, you're a killing genius!" the chef held up his thumb, "You're even fiercer than Grey Wolf!"
Song Heping said to Disaster Star, "Disaster Star, stay here and check the bodies, see if there's any clue on them, I need to figure out which faction these armed personnel belong to."
"Got it, leave it to me."
"Load the bodies onto the truck bed and take them back to the oil district."
"No problem!"
As Disaster Star agreed, he grabbed a body and tossed it onto the truck bed with ease.
The guy was incredibly strong; he handled the body of an armed militant as if it were a straw dummy.
Indeed, those who eat more have more strength!
"Samir! Respond if you hear me!"
Song Heping called out on the channel.
"Have you spotted those two fleeing off-road vehicles? They're escaping in your direction!"
"I see them..."
The background of Samir's voice was full of gunfire.
"We've run into each other and started fighting!"