"Old squad leader, why do you always rush to do the dangerous stuff? You're a boss, for crying out loud!"
Having left the hiding spot, Jiang Feng followed Song Heping in a big loop, arriving about two hundred meters behind the mortar position.
There was a clump of bushes, very convenient for starting a concealed approach.
Once they had confirmed that the situation was clear, they would stealthily move from here, taking advantage of the sand dune for cover and closing in for the attack.
Actually, the mortar position arranged by the I5I5 armed group was extremely unreasonable.
If they had only spaced the mortars out more, or put sentries around the positions, or set up observation posts on the top of the dune, they wouldn't be totally defenseless against stealth attacks.
Especially in this godforsaken place, there aren't many hiding spots—no extensive woods or wild grass, just sand and rocks not yet eroded by the wind, and the undulating sand dunes.
Even a lookout with the poorest skills could easily control the surrounding few hundred meters, and prevent Song Heping and Jiang Feng from reaching two hundred meters behind them unnoticed.
"There are only six of us, if we don't go, who will?"
Song Heping didn't really care about Jiang Feng's somewhat teasing question.
That's right.
He now had quite a fortune.
But this is the nature of the business.
Sometimes, as a PMC company boss, one must personally take risks.
Despite how big his business now looks, structurally it's still a small company with a gap compared to those established PMCs.
The gap isn't measured by profit, but by maturity, size, and background of the company.
Take the AAFES company, the largest logistics contractor for the US Army, for example. Under the context of economic globalization, they are not just playing with simple military defense. The company not only has combat units but mainly focuses on logistics supplies.
Their supply chain is moving towards global integration, and a smart supply chain can flexibly adjust based on market changes, bringing significant advantages to the business.
They even provide military goods and services to active-duty military, security personnel, reservists, veterans, and their families, sharing a service model with the FMWRC (Family and Morale, Welfare, and Recreation Command) to understand their customer bases and achieve a win-win situation.
That's what a real large-size PMC company is all about, not just taking on desperate tasks like the ones he's been handling.
If one day he could scale to the size of AAFES, Song Heping would love to sit back in a big office chair and lay his legs on the several thousand US Dollar rosewood desk with a box of Habanos cigars, enjoying life leisurely.
But not now.
Starting a business is tough!
Although they advanced slowly, the two were extremely cautious.
They made almost no noise, and since the mortar position was on the other side of the sand dune, without an observation post on the top.
Soon, they reached behind the dune and could even hear several guys moving ammunition around the truck incessantly chattering, seemingly complaining about the night's intensive workload.
After listening for a while, Song Heping found out that they had indeed mobilized everyone for an attack on Samir's People's Power Armed Organization tonight.
And the number of attackers was substantial, well over two thousand men.
For the I5I5 armed group at its current scale, it was practically an all-out mobilization.
They were shelling the People's Power firebases around the town to clear a path for the I5I5 soldiers to attack the town.
Song Heping gestured to Jiang Feng the tactical hand signal, meaning to approach stealthily and execute silent takedowns.
The assault rifles were fitted with silencers, but they were still a bit loud.
The mortar position and the ammunition truck were several tens of meters apart, so there was a chance they might be heard.
They could only draw their pistols.
The sound of a P226 gun fitted with a silencer is relatively softer.
Especially next to the booming mortar position, it was almost inaudible.
Song Heping gave another hand signal to Jiang Feng.
Telling him to let Song Heping take the lead, and upon his gunfire, to open fire at will.
No need for more words.
Good tactical partners are like this, a hand signal is worth a thousand commands.
Several I5I5 soldiers moving ammunition on the ground were extremely unalert.
They slung their rifles over their shoulders and complained as they worked, like workers who hadn't been paid by their boss, and there was a small leader twisting his hands as an overseer, occasionally cursing, "You lazy bones, hurry up! We're running out of shells and can't catch up!"
After yelling at his men, the small leader felt his throat was dry.
It's the arid region of Z East, where the wind at night feels as effective as a dehumidifier, leaving one's face drier than sunbaked paper, as if it might split with just a twitch.
He took out his water bottle, twisted the cap off, and tilted his head back for a drink.
As he tilted his head up, his line of sight shifted slightly, and he saw a dark shadow appear beside himself.
The moonlight was bright.
So the shadow was very clear.
He was stunned for a moment.
Suddenly, he remembered there should be no one behind him.