King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 750 - 688 Cannon Fodder Launches an Attack

750: Chapter 688: Cannon Fodder Launches an Attack

750 -688: Cannon Fodder Launches an Attack

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Around 10 p.m., a Gobi desert area on the Iraq border…

This place was about 30 kilometers from the temporary safe zone designated by Boss Joe.

Joe Ga was riding in a Warrior with a longbonnet, waiting with several trucks on the Gobi desert.

A Black Hawk Helicopter was parked on a nearby makeshift clearing, ready to go pick up the SEAL Team Six members.

The Predator drone had been circling near the target location for almost an hour, but it wasn’t until ‘Hellhound’ informed it that the operation was about to unfold that the Predator locked onto their position.

This was a team of over 40 people…

‘Hellhound,’ just as Aaron had predicted, had found support from Halliburton company’s secret prison, with 30 fully armed mercenaries driving 6 pickups with their lights off, slowly following behind SEAL Team Six and approaching the village where the hostages were being held.

These SEALs and prisoner soldiers had been rotated through a warehouse in Mosul for several days and could find the correct path in the village even with their eyes closed.

After parking their vehicles, they quickly got into action…

‘Hellhound’s squad entered from the north side where the defenses were the weakest, rapidly searched the village for several already marked suspicious locations, confirmed the target, and then decisively launched their assault.

Jack Heinz led the prisoner team, standing by on the east side of the village, with their mission being to clear an evacuation path after ‘Hellhound’ and his team rescued the hostages.

The 30-man team from Halliburton would initiate a feint from the south after ‘Hellhound’ and his team had succeeded, creating pressure on the enemy and drawing their attention to cover ‘Hellhound’s team’s retreat.

This secluded village housed approximately 400 people and was an important ISIS stronghold at the border between Iraq and Syria.

If ‘Hellhound’s operation went wrong, there would be a tough battle ahead.

Watching the live feed from the Predator drone, Joe Ga saw ‘Hellhound’ and his team’s movements…

Watching the SEALs quietly infiltrate the village and enter a suspected house without alerting anyone else…

Joe Ga, sitting on the roof of the vehicle, tapped Dorian next to him and said, “Do you think we could achieve what they’re doing?”

Dorian might be among the people in P·B who understood the boss’s restless heart the best.

He casually responded, “Boss, that’s not our style.

We would have bombed them first, then go in.

Special forces have been around for many years, and a substantial number of cases have proven that the stronger the special forces appear, the higher the survival rate of the hostages.

Boss, you certainly won’t believe it, but the most efficient special forces in the world when it comes to rescuing hostages is France’s GIGN.

Those guys go on missions with bulletproof helmets and visors, and their uncompromising style has been proven over the years.

The success rate of special forces missions is inversely proportional to the level of political intervention…

The Americans win because of their intelligence systems, their unreasonable battlefield monitoring methods, and all sorts of fancy technology gadgets.

If you throw them into complex battlefields, they won’t necessarily perform much better than us.

If you don’t believe me, ask Doctor Bird…”

Dorian turned to glance at Doctor Bird, who was leaning against the door smoking, and said, “Right, Delta Force…”

Doctor Bird flipped Dorian the bird and said, “I’m a damn medic, you can’t compare me to the full-time Delta Force combat personnel, many of whom are far more skilled than me.”

Looking at the glance Joe Ga threw his way, Doctor Bird shrugged and said, “Boss, don’t listen to Elephant, he’s only right about one thing: we don’t have to compare ourselves to SEAL Team Six.

SEAL Team Six operations rely heavily on intelligence, but they are America’s most formidable hammer, crushing any area they strike.

But a hammer is just a hammer.

If ‘Hellhound’ and his team hadn’t run into us this time, they would have been dead for sure.

Similar incidents have happened in Aqionghan, more than once, with very bad outcomes…

So, in my experience, if you have artillery, there’s no need to stand firm!

Keeping a Cloud Bomb and a thermobaric weapon in the trunk all year round is quite a hassle, but if given a choice, I believe all mercenaries would do the same.”

Joe Ga, shaking his head at the back and forth between the two men, said, “Just say it straight, if there’s heavy artillery, there’s no need to join the fray.

I damn well didn’t plan on taking risks at the front line…”

Dorian cleared his throat and said, “Boss, Dragon Gecko and Devil Bird made me promise several times before they left…”

Joe Ga waved his hand with a slight headache and said, “OK OK, no need to say more, I know my current role.

FUCK, I never thought the joy a child brings would vanish so quickly!

Am I not even allowed on the front lines anymore?

This isn’t fair, it’s a waste of P·B’s best shooter…”

Dorian spread his hands sympathetically, saying, “Boss, there’s nothing we can do about it, but there are plenty of thrills to be had…”

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“I think you should take us out for a hunt,” Joe Ga said, “or we could go fishing for big fish on the Congo River; that would be exciting too.”

“If you really want to fight, we can head to Africa to find some work, as long as we bring a few jungle veterans, Dragon Gecko won’t object when we set off.”

Joe Ga knew his own limitations; he truly wasn’t in a position to take risks anymore…

With Nis, it seemed like he could go to any battlefield in the world, but now that he’d finally persuaded Nis to leave, he thought his psychological pressure would decrease slightly, only to find he couldn’t go anywhere at all.

This feeling was strange…

It was as if Boss Qiao had suddenly become a very important ‘big shot,’ and the reason was that a little devil had crawled into Nis’s belly.

He pushed Dorian, who was lying in the way, with a bit of disdain, making room to lie on the roof of the vehicle himself.

Setting up the live-feed tablet on his chest, Joe Ga watched the white dots move on the screen.

Because “Hellhound” and their team were friendlies, their white dots were encased in a green triangle, with the triangle’s point indicating the direction they were moving in.

This real-time battlefield command system was really advanced, and this was just what the American mercenary companies provided…

Cubic Corporation provided equipment support, MPRI provided drones, CACI provided external intelligence, Antar handled rear communication and command, and Boss Qiao was responsible for support off the field…

Groups spread hundreds of kilometers apart, yet combined into an advanced operational logistical system.

“Hellhound” and their team’s initial operations went smoothly, 15 hostages were quickly rescued, but soon they alerted the terrorists in the village, and fierce fighting began.

In a small area, facing the siege of over four hundred terrorists, “Hellhound” and their team were not supernatural beings; they quickly found themselves in a dire situation.

Once the terrorists’ attention was fully engaged, Jack Heinz and the people from Halliburton charged into the village, attacking the terrorists from behind, covering “Hellhound” and their team as they began to retreat.

Due to the high intensity of the fight, the Predator started to reduce altitude, and under “Hellhound”s’ guidance, it launched Hellfire missiles at the most threatening heavy weapon targets.

Normally, when facing off with America, as soon as drones entered the scene, the terrorists would run away.

But this time, “Hellhound” and their team had stepped on ISIS’s tail, and even though the drones caused significant losses, they still fiercely clung to “Hellhound’s” squad…

At a critical moment, the explosives Jack Heinz had set up on the retreat route played a role.

A series of explosions not only effectively killed the frenzied terrorists but also cleared a path for “Hellhound” and their team.

Under such circumstances, they couldn’t escape by driving; without the cover of complex terrain, in pursuit on a plain or highway, they would be torn to shreds by the terrorists…

So “Hellhound” and their team burst out of the village and were led by the stubborn Jack Heinz, with prisoner soldiers carrying laser designators, rushing towards a location…

The others, following Boss Qiao’s recommendation, fled in another direction.

They burst out to a distance of nearly 500 meters, jumped into a pre-scouted shelter, and then used a secure satellite phone to start calling for an airstrike.

The bombing came much faster than Jack Heinz had anticipated; as a SEAL with many years of frontline experience, Jack knew the Air Force’s attack patterns well.

Even in a covert operation, before striking ground targets, they should inform the ground forces about the type of ammunition carried by the fighter, their entry angle, and remind them to recognize friend from foe—but this time, there was nothing…

Less than a minute after the laser designator was activated, he heard roaring in the distant sky.

Jack Heinz, who was blocking the pursuit of the terrorists, instinctively realized something was wrong.

He didn’t stick to the laser designator; instead, he roared, calling the prisoner soldiers to sprint wildly…

About 200 meters into his mad dash, two F-16s dove down into the sky above the village, dropping six powerful Cluster Bombs.

These were Boss Qiao’s favorite, which scattered into countless small bombs in the sky and rained down on the village like a storm, followed by a series of explosions.

The entire village turned into a wreckage covered by a thousand firecrackers, reducing it to rubble amidst explosions dense enough to chill one’s spine.

Jack stumbled in fright from the blast, and just when he thought it was all over, the two F-16s turned around for another dive.

Seeing the direction of the F-16s’ dive, Jack cursed, got to his feet, and started running for his life again, covering a dozen meters in two or three seconds, then diving for cover behind a large rock…

“Boom, boom, boom, boom…”

Two Cluster Bombs covered where Jack had been just moments ago, blasting the small mound, along with several prisoner soldiers who hadn’t run fast enough, into black muck…

The two F-16s, having dropped all their bombs, circled the village lightly.

Just as they were about to turn and leave, their radar alarms suddenly sounded…

Two F-16s bearing the Iraqi Air Force insignia had entered the airspace over the village, dropping their external fuel tanks a few hundred meters from the village, adding more fire to the site, then passed by the Turkish F-16s with the posture of a Knight’s Charge…

“This is P·B Aviation Squadron, you’ve attacked an American SEAL team.

Immediately proceed to Baghdad Airport as instructed, land there, undergo inspection, and explain the situation, or we will shoot you down.”

The two Turkish pilots hesitated, then decisively dropped their external fuel tanks, pulled on the control stick to gain altitude, and tried to buy time…

But what they didn’t realize was that they were facing two old Aces…