Song Heping observed for a while until there was completely no sound around, then he slowly emerged from his hiding place.
He circled around the bodies and discovered someone was not dead.
It was Naxin.
At the time of the explosion, this guy had just walked away, saving his life but knocking him unconscious.
"Boss! We're here!"
Samir, with about a dozen local mercenaries, hurried over, sweating profusely.
"I'll leave two people here, Samir, you go see who else needs help."
"White Bear took people to other places, the pressure is high near the cook," Samir said. "I've sent more men there."
After speaking, he turned to the other mercenaries, "All of you, go help out at the cook's!"
Once the men had left, Song Heping thought for a moment, walked over to Naxin, crouched down beside him, and removed his communication earpiece.
The solo soldier radio was intact, communication was not a problem.
He handed the radio to Samir.
"Call out on the channel," he said, "say that Naxin has been captured by us, they're done for, all who surrender will not be killed, and all who resist will be executed."
Samir hesitated for a moment.
But he quickly understood Song Heping's intent.
Naxin was a military instructor of the Madheh Army and also the commander of this operation.
With him captured, the rest of them would definitely be in chaos.
So he took the radio and began shouting on the Madheh Army's channel, "Naxin has been captured! Drop your weapons, we won't kill prisoners, but those who resist have only a road to death!"
After shouting a few times, the channel fell silent for a moment then suddenly became lively.
The people of the Madheh Army were all asking what was going on, whether it was true that Naxin had been captured.
Song Heping asked Samir, "What are they saying?"
"They don't believe it," said Samir.
Song Heping grabbed Naxin by the collar, jerked him up from the ground, took his water bottle, took a mouthful of water and sprayed it directly on his face, then slapped him back and forth across the face.
Naxin finally woke from his coma.
Upon seeing Song Heping suddenly in front of him, shock made him shuffle backwards repeatedly, trying to escape.
"Naxin!"
Song Heping didn't let go, gripping his collar tightly.
"Enough, enough people have died tonight. If you're wise, have your men lay down their weapons. I'm not a bloodthirsty maniac," he said.
Naxin looked around.
All were corpses.
"Did you kill all these?"
he asked.
Song Heping nodded. "Yes, I killed them myself."
Naxin couldn't believe his ears, his face turned white immediately.
After all the effort he had exerted, bustling all night, and in the end nearly his entire force was annihilated.
It was as it was.
It was all his own doing, wasn't it?
Song Heping had clearly set a trap long ago waiting for him to walk into it.
Now outskilled, he could only concede defeat.
Last time, Song Heping hadn't killed him or several other captured subordinates, truly not a man with a thirst for killing.
But, to make himself surrender...
No way!
He was a respected officer of the Persian special forces...
However, if he didn't surrender, his subordinates were likely headed for a certain death.
Just for his own pride, to send these men he had trained for over two years to their deaths?
While he was indecisive, Song Heping told Samir, "Turn on the radio."
Samir complied.
Before Naxin even understood what was happening, Song Heping had already hooked a punch into his abdomen.
"Ah—"
Naxin let out a scream.