King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1192: 1042: Knight Joe's Traffic Code

Chapter 1192: Chapter 1042: Knight Joe’s Traffic Code

“Madn are mostly geniuses!”

“Rhino is a genius warrior!”

“I’m not a genius, so I don’t try to control them. I just go with the flow and help them find what they truly desire!”

Joe Ga sat in the center of the camp, watching the live feed from the Winged Dragon drone…

He was never worried about the loyalty of the jungle veterans, because he knew what these people needed.

Although Rhino’s thods were brutal, he did fulfill the assignnts Joe gave him.

Continuously hunting down and chasing Yossi and his group, constantly endorsing Madeline’s identity through battle.

Once they tried to stop and resist, they would lose sothing from their bodies.

Yossi lost two fingers, Saban half an arm, Madeline’s arm was dislocated twice…

Despite this, Rhino found ti to capture a few rcenaries and hung them by their broken spines from the trees on the outskirts of the camp.

Everything seed to be running as Joe intended, but only Joe knew that the battlefield scene had exceeded his expectations!

He hadn’t considered what 8 fighter jets would an for a rainforest with only a 5-kiloter radius.

Nor had he considered what full-load airstrikes would an for those drug dealers, gunn, guerrillas, and rcenaries.

In South Arica, nothing like this level of unrestricted bombardnt had occurred in such a small area for decades.

Even at its peak, Colombia, with Arican support, never dropped so many bombs on such a small area.

Ten kiloters for a propeller fighter jet is just a short flight.

After the initial targeted elimination, as long as they hovered in the sky, they could reach the bombing location within a minute once they received the call.

The jungle within a 5-kiloter radius had all beco a battlefield, with battles happening in almost every direction, as if no place was safe!

The battle started at noon and by 8 PM, the fighter jet pilots had already rotated shifts three tis.

With only eight fighter jets, 24 sorties, over a hundred aerial bombs and cluster bombs, and dozens of Super Pressure Hellfires were deployed into the jungle, turning this rarely untouched area into a true high-intensity battlefield!

The elusive T1 left no place in the jungle safe!

These super-experts never engaged with the enemy directly, instead identifying enemy rest areas, calling in one or several aerial bombs, and then moving in to clean up the scene.

The high adaptability and easy maintenance of propeller fighters were demonstrated to the fullest extent here.

Today was the first day; the pilots were in excellent condition, and so were the planes.

The bombing intensity will surely slow down as the condition of the pilots and planes declines over the coming days.

But within two days at most, the T1 operation would be complete!

They had already chewed through the tough bones, and the rest would be handled by the incoming Miami Heat and Anteaters.

They must adapt to P·B’s model, where special forces must continually utilize external support to create advantages and crush less equipped and supplied opponents whenever possible.

Fernando Lareno, captain of the Miami Heat, the Sea Hawk…

He originally thought that executing a jungle raid had already proven his and his team’s capabilities.

But by this stage, the Sea Hawk understood exactly what kind of company he had joined.

Not just a simple private military contractor, but a military giant capable of rivaling small nations in regional conflicts.

The Sea Hawk was one of Colombia’s elite, with past opponents being the most vicious drug dealers and guerrillas.

As a top-tier Colombian elite, the Sea Hawk had never seen warfare conducted like this!

A few days ago, the boss was loudly complaining that using Blue Arrow 7 missiles was a waste of money.

But today alone, the bombs dropped on the rainforest exceeded what Colombia used in an entire last year.

“Unrestricted air support!”

This was how the Miami Heat internally summarized this mission!

The pilots seem even more eager and belligerent than the T1s in the rainforest.

While everyone idled at the camp, they naturally tuned into the front-line reports via the Talus system.

Normally, ground teams would be more active, but this ti it was completely reversed.

After confirming the enemy had no effective anti-aircraft capabilities, those crazy pilots lowered their altitude, hovering at a distance of 500 ters…

Upon finding the enemy, they would proactively call ground personnel, urging them to move in and finish the fight.

Ground T1s tolerated it the first couple of tis, but after it happened repeatedly, fiery-tempered individuals like Gunpowder began cursing rashly on public channels…

Eventually, when they found they couldn’t quench the pilots’ thirst for action, several team leaders banded together to pressure the ‘Three Yellow Chickens’ in the rear.

These people didn’t dare to offend Cobra and Archerfish, so the ‘Three Yellow Chickens’ suffered.

This retired officer was bombarded with profanities in various languages, and threats like having his ass blown up or his head smashed had the ‘Three Yellow Chickens’ terrified.

While the curses were exaggerated, when their ‘jokes’ were said three tis without a response, they would take them seriously.