King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 447 430: Play Chess or Fire Cannons

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Joe Ga piloted the Super Albatross, truly experiencing what it felt like to use a cannon to swat mosquitoes.

He locked onto a convoy, then launched a twin salvo of cluster missiles, deploying the most ferocious attack to shatter the enemy's will to fight, cut off their retreat, and forced them to flee toward P·B's pre-set battlefield, before handing them over to P·B's ground force to finish the job.

The two sides weren't even fighting a war of the sa era; it was a one-way transparent battlefield, where those rcenaries, like headless flies, had nowhere to hide.

On the return trip, Joe Ga saw two little birds providing cover for Team D as they besieged a small village. He laughed, pushed the control stick forward, notified the ground troops to clear out, and then unleashed all rockets from the two ten-round rocket pods onto the village.

After the strike, Joe Ga showed the ground team D his empty belly, pulled a neat climb, and flew in the direction of the base.

Team D's leader, 'Grey Wolf,' jumped out from behind a large tree and spread his hands at the departing Big Beak Bird.

'Grey Wolf' was supposed to deal with the tough nut, but before he had a chance to call for artillery support from the rear, he received the boss's costly bombardnt...

Twenty rockets killed four n and six vehicles. The remaining rcenaries, who hid in the buildings, were utterly petrified, and one ca out waving a white flag, desperately trying to surrender.

A few emotionally fragile fellows even pointed knives at their own throats, as if they'd end it all unless 'Grey Wolf' agreed...

Watching those guys make ghastly spectacles of themselves, 'Grey Wolf' sighed and pressed his communicator, saying, "'Grey Wolf' calling the den, we have fourteen rcenaries willing to surrender. Get the Central African defense force over here to take them in."

'Grey Wolf' switched channels and said, "Team D calling Team E, 'Bullhorn,' how's it going over there?

Shit, this way of fighting really throws off, why don't we team up and go give 'em hell together!"

'Bullhorn' stood atop an earthen house. He glanced at the comrades lying on both sides and then 500 ters away at a dry riverbed...

When about thirty turbaned rcenaries made their way to the middle of the riverbed, Team E ambushed them.

These were the wise ones who survived the first wave of bombings. They had abandoned their vehicles, left the highway, and sought refuge in the landscape to penetrate deeper into Central Africa.

'Water Ghost's Barrett was the first to sound off...

The large-caliber bullet exploded a rcenary's shoulder, then bizarrely veered to hit another unfortunate soul's belly...

The Dane, 'Water Ghost,' just completing a shoot through two n, was about to cheer when the sniper rifles in the hands of his comrades went off as well.

'Bang'

'Bang'

'Bang'

'Iceman,' 'Harelip,' and 'Saint' fired almost simultaneously, shattering that squad instantly.

Then machine gunners 'Iron Man' and 'Loom' also pulled their triggers. The PKM machine guns rhythmically spat out a series of attacks, herding the scrambling rcenaries toward a specific spot...

'Bullhorn,' listening to 'Grey Wolf's complaints through the communicator, hefted an RPG and without expression, pulled the trigger...

When the rocket exploded among the enemy, 'Bullhorn,' as if he had done sothing of little significance, sat down and said, "You might not believe , but it's been a while since I've fired a gun.

I've got plenty to do here, so how about we switch? I'm bloody tired of these snipers."

As 'Bullhorn' and 'Grey Wolf' traded barbs, a gentle female voice ca over the comms channel...

"The den calling Team D, please proceed rapidly to sector C4..."

"The den calling Team E, please proceed rapidly to sector A6. There's a rcenary squad trying to break through the blockade and retreat north.

They've escaped the mortar range and need your interception."

'Bullhorn' opened his tactical computer to check his position, realizing that he was in sector A68, less than 3 kiloters in a straight line from A6.

He took a few steps and started the 'Arctic Cat off-road vehicle,' pressing the horn forcefully and urging, "Could you move your fat asses? There shouldn't be any survivors there..."

'Iceman' coldly fired two more shots into the pile of bodies, then stood up, looked at the slovenly 'Bullhorn,' and said, "'Bullhorn' you need to polish your skills a bit; otherwise, you'll be the one dragging us down..."

'Bullhorn' looked at 'Iceman' who was mocking him and incredulously exclaid, "Do you have no conscience? Do you know how much I've done to take care of you guys?

I wake up the earliest, train the hardest, all to clean up after you lot.

You've forgotten who carried you out of the jungle when you had malaria? I didn't even flinch when you shit on my hands."

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Water Ghost's ass got bitten by a Poison Snake, if it weren't for , he wouldn't have been able to keep it.

'Loom' always likes to stare at Squad B 'Chainsaw's' ass, if it weren't for , his nose would have been smashed in.

And 'Ironman'…"

'Harelip' didn't know when he had crept up behind 'Bullhorn', mimicking Bullhorn's movents and synchronously acting out the captain's 'complaining wife's words', making a group of fiercely murderous soldiers scurry away while covering their heads.

The usually cold 'Iceman,' facing 'Bullhorn's' nagging, ca over and said helplessly, "Can't you forget about my business?

I'd rather you shit in my hand than keep bringing up those damn past events..."

The short and sturdy 'Bullhorn' responded with a cold look, "Why?

The boss once told , if you do sothing good, you have to let everyone know, and frequently remind those conscienceless bastards, otherwise, they'll forget..."

As he spoke, 'Bullhorn' forcefully poked 'Iceman's' chest and asked, "Now, who is the boss of Squad E?"

'Iceman,' who had studied psychology, looked at the captain 'Bullhorn' running headlong down the path of the complaining wife without looking back, and sighed, saying, "You're the boss! I give up!"

As he spoke, 'Iceman' took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it into Bullhorn's hand, saying, "Sorry, I was wrong..."

'Bullhorn' looked at 'Iceman' with a sidelong glance and asked, "What did you do wrong?"

'Iceman' changed the shape of his hand several tis and finally, pointing his finger like a gun at his own temple, pretended to shoot himself. Then he slumped into the back seat of the Arctic Cat and said to 'Water Ghost,' who had beco silent as a cicada in winter, "Now everyone knows half your ass belongs to Bullhorn, do you want to take him out?"

'Water Ghost,' from Denmark, shifted his butt uncomfortably and then shook his head with resignation, saying, "Damn it, I can't beat him, otherwise I would've cut out his tongue long ago.

Soday I'll gut the bastard and tie a knot around his neck..."

Seeing 'Water Ghost' give in, 'Iceman' rubbed his chin and murmured to himself, "This won't do, I'm the doctor, how co it feels like I'm the one being tad? Who in the world did 'Bullhorn' learn this from?"

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Inside the P·B command center, President Francois of Central Africa stood behind Tony with a cup of coffee in hand...

Watching the screen as a squad of soldiers unloaded five 120mm mortars from a pickup truck and quickly set up their position.

Then, under Tony's direction, fifteen rounds of mortar shells rained down in three volleys on a predetermined area, blasting a group of rcenaries who could no longer run into corpses.

Those on the battlefield can never see the full picture of the battlefield, but President Francois saw how P·B turned a 10*10 kiloter area in the north of Central Africa into hell.

Ten cluster bombs destroyed most of the convoy, and then the surviving lucky ones, maneuvering through a chessboard-like battlefield under continuous shelling, ran around like headless flies. Except for the occasional Milos Armored Vehicle, they couldn't even see the shadow of P·B's artillery.

P·B dispatched a total of 300 ordinary soldiers to the north, who, under the leadership of the veteran troops from Seville, split into six squads, each equipped with five large-caliber mortars and four Milos Armored Vehicles.

The command center in the rear would provide them with the enemy's coordinates at any ti to start shelling.

Accuracy wasn't essential, just keep them occupied, wear them down, torture them, and once they find cover in areas mortars can't reach, Squads D and E would swoop down like a hamr.

President Francois failed to see that the P·B command was also rather diocre. Even with a significant initial advantage, they couldn't make full use of the information advantage to drive the enemy in one direction, causing the enemy to scatter completely after the first round of bombing.

But at this mont, no one cared about that. It was everyone's first experience with this type of warfare. They all needed to adjust to the big scene, but once the enemy scattered, the battlefield entirely entered P·B's rhythm.

Drones locked on targets, mortars provided cover, and Squads D and E launched their attack...

The two special operations teams were like Pac-n, quickly swelling in size due to the increasing number of prisoners...

Tony, watching 'Grey Wolf' take another 40 prisoners, had no choice but to wait in place for the inefficient Central African defense force.

He turned to President Francois, who was engrossed in watching, and said, "Mr. President, you should urge your troops to move faster. They are slowing down our progress.

Our boss wants the battle over in three days, but now our main striking force is being held up by prisoners."

Upon hearing this, President Francois shrugged his shoulders and suggested, "I recomnd you shoot those rcenaries directly. Taking them prisoner is just a waste of food."

Tony paused for a beat, then shook his head and said, "Sir, they surrendered..."

President Francois laughed, then patted Tony's shoulder, saying, "I know P·B is an honorable team. If you guys don't want to do it, then just wait for the national defense forces...

But I should talk to your boss about this. Central Africa can't afford to support so many prisoners. They ought to have a good place to go to."