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."