King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1703: 1392: A Leader's Responsibility Is to Clean Up

Capítulo 1703: Chapter 1392: A Leader’s Responsibility Is to Clean Up the ss

The Super Albatross showed its might for less than two minutes before it exhausted all Hellfires, ascending into the sky with the last of its cannon rounds under a hail of enemy rifle fire…

‘Radar’ patted the sowhat stunned ‘Donkey’ on the back and shouted, “Get up, don’t just stand there, retreat quickly! Are you waiting to get bombed?”

‘Donkey’ got up and ran alongside ‘Radar’, supporting a woman with weak legs, and yelled, “Boss, is this how you were trained in P.B before?

This damn thing doesn’t look like special forces at all. P.B. treats special forces like frontline infantry!”

‘Radar’ regrouped with a few other comrades and started dragging a dozen or so rescued won into a frantic run towards the Gourd Mouth…

Passing the M2 position, ‘Radar’ pulled ‘Donkey’ to a stop to help provide fire cover for the machine gun position…

‘Donkey’ glanced at the unflinching Night Tiger gunner ‘Buffalo’, who seed as solid as a rock, and said to ‘Radar’ in surprise, “Boss, sothing feels off, but I can’t put my finger on it. This isn’t what we learned…”

‘Radar’ fired a burst of shots at a suspicious spot, glanced at ‘Donkey’, and said, “You’re right. While all special forces worldwide pursue stealth and efficiency, only P.B. consistently stages big operations…

In P.B., T1s from any nation are liable to be used as elite paratroopers or infantry…

While other countries engage in peacekeeping operations, P.B. routinely experiences actual warfare!

Real war, where human lives are like weeds…”

While ‘Donkey’ was still processing ‘Radar’s words, there were two loud whooshes from the sky…

With the crisp sound of tal bursting, ‘Donkey’ instinctively looked up to see two dense clusters in the air, pouring down like a storm at the front of the valley…

After a series of rapid explosions and flashes, the always stubborn ‘Donkey’ sat on the ground with slightly weak legs, his voice trembling, “These are cluster bombs ant for armor convoys. Using this stuff, we aren’t going to end up in a military tribunal, are we?”

Watching the heavy smoke from the explosions spread towards them under pressure, ‘Radar’ gave ‘Buffalo’ a sheepish smile and said, “Our young comrades haven’t seen much of the world, don’t laugh at them, old squad leader…”

Saying so, ‘Radar’ kicked ‘Donkey’ in the waist, pulled down a gas mask and put it on, and said, “Get up, the others are covering the hostages to the riverbank, we’re going in…”

“Going in?”

‘Donkey’ exclaid in shock, then clumsily put on his gas mask, and shouted, “Cluster bombs could have duds; it’s dangerous…

What are we going in for in such a situation?”

‘Buffalo’ put down the bullet-exhausted M2, picked up his Minimi machine gun, and said in a deep voice, “Ensure all enemies are dead, and with no accusers left, you won’t have to face a military tribunal.”

‘Donkey’ hesitated for a mont before eventually blurting out, “Damn,” then followed ‘Radar’ to converge towards ‘Monkey’ and their group, asking, “Boss, are we really okay doing this?”

‘Radar’ said helplessly, “You’re just a rcenary temp; what trouble could you have?

If we don’t kill these terrorists, what, take them back to keep them?”

‘Donkey’ said in awe, “Boss, how did you pass your political review?”

‘Radar’ said anxiously, “Stop blabbering. When we get back, and the political commissar pulls everyone into the sa dormitory to reminisce on past hardships, you’ll understand.”

‘Radar’ looked at ‘Donkey’, who ca in confident but now seed listless, and said sowhat helplessly, “Stay sharp. Everyone went through it like this, and once you have this old liquor grounding you, you won’t panic in any situation later.”

‘Donkey’ followed along into the front part of the valley, the dense smoke affecting everyone’s vision, forcing them to slow their search pace.

The terrorists’ ticulously built valley training camp, after two hits from cluster bombs, looked plowed through, with shallow pits and shrapnel everywhere. Occasionally, surviving terrorists erged like lost souls from the smoke, taking bullets without making much noise.

Death was cleaner, but those who survived mostly seed soulless…

The war struck ‘Donkey’ heavily, making him realize why the elders always said that only those who truly experienced war understand how precious peace is.

It’s like the difference between standing next to a cannon and watching it fire versus being near the impact zone and feeling the bombardnt—a sensory gap as vast as the sky and earth.

Standing by the cannon, you feel shock and exhilaration, but near the impact, you feel only fear.

‘War’ is destruction, ruining your personnel, weapons, buildings, production materials…

Under the force of powerful weapons, concepts like humanitarianism don’t exist; those are topics for politicians to ponder, while individuals beco insignificant in war.

Being born beside a cannon versus near its impact zone leads to entirely different fates!

Seeing the now-silent ‘Donkey’, ‘Monkey’ shook his head slightly and said, “Let’s head back. Experiencing this on your first ti is indeed a bit too much.”