In the following two days, all mercenaries of the "Musician" Defense Company were busy with pre-battle preparations.
During the day, the workers in the oil field saw the mercenaries hustling and bustling, loading ammunition onto trucks, filling up all the trucks and off-road vehicles with fuel, and leading teams out to the wild for daily training, only to stagger back at night.
The air was permeated with the smell of gunpowder.
The chief engineer of the oil field wanted to ask Song Heping what exactly was happening, but no matter how he inquired, Song Heping just smiled and said, "Resuming production is your business; protecting the oil fields is ours. Don't worry about things that don't concern you."
However, the chief engineer was feeling uneasy.
Based on the ammunition that the "Musician" mercenaries were preparing, it was enough for a small-scale war.
There were cannons and rockets.
Light and heavy machine guns plus various RPG launchers.
Just the ammunition trucks alone were loaded on two full trucks.
So the chief engineer reported the situation to Turner, the general manager of the branch company.
Turner, on hearing this, was actually quite pleased, saying Mr. Song was right. You are responsible for security, and they should focus on resuming production. Why should you meddle in other people's business?
This rebuke left Sanchez, the oil field manager, stupefied.
Turner was very satisfied with the security provided by Song Heping's defense company.
Just a few days ago, more than two hundred armed militants tried to attack the oil field, and weren't they all wiped out in one fell swoop?
No matter the size of the company, a good plaster is one that draws out the pus.
He himself had KPIs set by the headquarters; if production couldn't be resumed within three months, his position as the head of the Illiguo branch would be unstable.
What was most important now?
Safety!
Safety!
Damn it, safety again!
As for how Song Heping went about it, Turner didn't care nor did he want to.
Song Heping himself knew that having two Illiguo mercenary platoons deployed in the oil field conducting daily real battle preparations would have a certain emotional impact on the workers there.
He also wanted to settle this matter quickly and wipe out the Free Army as soon as possible.
Once the Free Army was wiped out, the Madheh Army would immediately send troops to swallow up their former territory, seizing the opportunity to strike when the enemy was weakened.
In the future, all armed organizations on the Northern Border would be aware of the prowess of the "Musician" Defense Company. As long as they knew his defense company was not to be trifled with, they would naturally restrain themselves. Moreover, with his relationship with the Persians, the Madheh Army would not come looking for trouble, making the oil fields basically secure.
Eliminating the Free Army wasn't just because the organization was always coveting the oil fields, it was more importantly a message to the other groups on the Northern Border—a show of force to warn them not to provoke him or touch these two oil fields.
As for the other oil fields, whoever loves them can have them!
These few days, Song Heping was waiting for a message.
A message from Avanti.
It was part of his tactics.
It had to be coordinated with Avanti to be effective.
On the third day, a secret email arrived.
It contained only one sentence—
"Granny Wolf has knocked on the door."
After reading the message, Song Heping immediately performed a thorough deletion and then stepped out of the warehouse to call the cook in the other oil field.
"Notify everyone, we move tonight."
After instructing the cook, he immediately went to find Hunter and Disaster Star.
"Hunter, you're coming with me tonight, Disaster Star, you stay home."
"Why me?!"
Disaster Star looked quite dissatisfied.
"Are you afraid I'll drag you down?"
He was as blunt as ever.
Song Heping didn't let Disaster Star go not because of "Umarov's Curse".
It was because someone had to stay home to watch the oil field.
This operation involved 300 troops in two newly formed reinforced platoons.
There were only 50 Illiguo mercenaries left to guard both oil fields.
It was simply too risky to have no core members remain.
"Disaster Star..."
Song Heping went over intending to comfort Disaster Star with an arm around his neck but found he couldn't manage it; the guy was just too large.
Suddenly, he felt it was even more inappropriate to call him by the nickname "Disaster Star" at such a time, so he had to switch.