King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 918 - 918 829 The Five Constants T1 Joint Operation

918: Chapter 829: The Five Constants T1 Joint Operation 918: Chapter 829: The Five Constants T1 Joint Operation Joe Ga took ‘Monkey’ to the village liaison office, only to encounter the final major battle before dawn…

In a town in northeastern Syria, ‘Ferryman’ ‘Goat’ ‘Iron Hamr’ ‘Jazz’ ‘Dagger’ ‘Rabbit’ were all gathered, engaging in intense conflicts with a group of rcenaries looking to make money.

Wuchang T1 rcenaries!

Most of P·B’s air force had gone back to base to rearm, and at dawn, it was ti for them to return to the battlefield with full vigor.

A frontline Griffin-1 was taken down, infuriating the pilots of P·B.

So a Griffin-1, four Super Albatrosses, and four F-16s launched a bombing raid on the town in the early morning.

The earliest to arrive, ‘Ferryman’ ‘Goat’ ‘Iron Hamr’, had already completed their change of outfit for reconnaissance, marking the locations of the terrorists and rcenaries…

After ‘Rabbit’ eliminated the terrorists who were en route from the town for reinforcent and t up with them, they entered the town from five different directions, guiding the bombings of large encampnts while engaging in fierce battles with the scattered terrorists and rcenaries inside.

This small town with a population of about 8000 was hit with a devastating blow when the first rays of the sun shone upon it!

To avoid accidentally harming civilians, the air force used highly accurate Hellfire and Blue Arrow missiles; from the start of the bombing, the entire small town beca like a pot of boiling porridge, plunged into utter chaos.

The rcenaries had no idea what was happening.

In the beginning, so competent individuals among the terrorists and rcenaries tried to calm everyone down and unite to resist the surprise attack, but how could the Wuchang T1, already deeply infiltrated in disguise, let them have their way?

When ‘terrorists’ started shooting at rcenaries, and then ‘rcenaries’ began to retaliate, causing terrorist casualties, the town could no longer be described as deep in trouble.

It beca the scene of a ‘battle royale’!

The occasional missiles falling from the sky, the sudden sniper shots from afar, made everyone’s nerves collapse.

Aside from comrades, there was no one to trust, so an inexplicable, yet extrely brutal battle comnced…

Wuchang T1 didn’t even need to force the issue; they blended into the small town, and whenever the gunfire inside montarily paused, they would strike from all sides to fan the flas.

The excessively complex ethnic structure of the rcenaries provided natural camouflage for Wuchang T1…

Whatever they did seed normal, it was only when they acted that they appeared a bit crazy!

This is the correct way to operate a top-tier special forces unit!

Create chaos, instill fear, escalate the situation, fishing in troubled waters…

Achieve the greatest gain with the least cost!

The ISIS commander of the small town was taken out first thing…

With no unified command, no clear enemy, no supplies, no sense of security, and the roads out of town blocked by missiles, the town quickly began to resemble a hellish scenario.

At first, there was an attempt to identify others, but it quickly turned into eliminating anyone seen with a weapon!

The more they fought, the fiercer their tempers beca, and the less rational they were!

On their way to the exit of the town, hundreds, even thousands died in the chaotic fighting.

The inexplicable slaughter lasted for nearly 6 hours, until the sun reached its peak.

With the withdrawal of Wuchang T1, the overheated minds of everyone started to cool down a bit.

It turns out that under extre pressure, people are capable of doing anything except, perhaps, solving math problems!

Then the clever ones began to take local residents as hostages and made a run for the outskirts of the town, believing that P·B’s air force wouldn’t dare to bomb them.

And they succeeded!

After the first batch of rcenaries broke free from the town, the second and third batches also started to move…

Having lived under ISIS control for a long ti, the town’s residents were accustod to various brutal tactics and were not particularly afraid of these fleeing rcenaries.

However, during the rcenaries’ escape, the residents unexpectedly found that most of the ISIS terrorists controlling the town had disappeared.

This place had always been ho to a 500-man ISIS force, along with nearly 800 semi-amateur reserve soldiers…

All these people had vanished!

The residents of the town, apart from hearing the roar of planes in the sky, had not even seen who the enemy was.

Among those rcenaries, there were so who knew their business well, but by the ti they reacted, the battle was already over!

The lucky ones who escaped with their lives decisively gave up on the chance to make money, driving the stolen pickup trucks towards the Turkish border to retreat.

What they never expected, however, was for Turkey to be so difficult…

It was all conveniences when entering Syria, but when trying to leave, sorry, please present your valid passports and visas, otherwise go back where you ca from…

A large group of rcenaries were blocked at the Turkish border, and after confirming that Turkey would not let them leave, these people did not crazily charge the Turkish border but instead got back into their vehicles, looking for another way to survive.

When they looked back, they saw a Xiao Hei dressed in P·B military gear standing in the middle of the road…

The professional Xiao Hei Ahtu, who always takes the bla for his boss, had behind him a pile of arms that the rcenaries had hidden before crossing the border.

Two little Gazelles hovered 200 ters in the air, the missiles mounted on both sides and the guns poking out from inside chilled the hearts of all the rcenaries.

“Clack clack clack…”

Xiao Hei Ahtu held up an AK he had seized and fired a burst into the sky, then picked up a gaphone from his waist and shouted at the ashen-faced rcenaries: “Surrender, or die!”

The rcenaries, having given up all their weapons to cross the border, occasionally had soone bold enough to hide a handgun or sothing, but what use was a small handgun against two fully ard little Gazelles?

A few rcenaries on the pickup trucks couldn’t accept their fate and fiercely turned their vehicles, attempting to charge towards the Turkish border direction, but before they could even complete the turn, the Hellfires found them.

The intense explosions and flas destroyed the remaining rcy of the rcenaries, who actually could have escaped with so alive if they had disbanded and ran, but unfortunately, none of them was willing to bet on their luck, so reluctantly they opened the car doors and got out.

Xiao Hei Ahtu grinned happily, took out a phone, turned around and took a selfie, making it seem as if he had captured so many people by himself without the little Gazelles in the photo.

After the selfie, Xiao Hei Ahtu sent the photo to his boss to cheer him up, then pressed the communicator and said, “Caught them, arrange for trucks to co, the boss says to send all these survivors to Iraq for road construction work.”

Speaking, Ahtu picked up a black bag from the ground, walked in front of the group of rcenaries, threw the bag over, and said: “You’ve been captured, since you’re rcenaries, you won’t enjoy the treatnt of regular soldiers.

There are zip ties inside this bag, tie each other up.

I will check in a bit, and those who did a poor job will be executed on the spot!

You will be sent to Iraq, where soone will arrange work for you.

If you want to go ho, then it depends on whether your family can produce enough ‘ransom’.

Our boss has said, nobody attacks us without paying a price!”

A few of the rcenaries were anxious upon hearing this…

They had all co to Syria to earn their livelihoods, how could their families afford any ‘ransom’?

A few guys who were clearly from Eastern Europe shouted loudly: “We have not yet accepted employnt from ISIS, without a contract we are free people, you have no right to detain us…”

Xiao Hei Ahtu grinned and raised his gun toward those few guys and pulled the trigger…

“Clack clack clack…”

A volley of bullets brought down the defiant Eastern Europeans, scaring everyone else into lying on the ground…

Seeing these people settle down, Ahtu said with a smile: “You wanted it, so you should pay the price!

You dared to co, so why deny it now?”

Then Ahtu squatted on the ground, opened the bag, and scattered zip ties among the crowd…

“Don’t worry, our boss said, as long as you behave, you’ll get a second chance.

We will ensure your basic survival, whatever the treatnt is for Iraqi construction workers, that’s what you get.

If your family doesn’t have money, no worries, you can save up to redeem yourselves!”

………

In Baghdad, ‘Iblis’ learned about the situation in Syria through the internet…

Looking at the shaking images on the screen, ‘Iblis’ smashed everything in front of him in anger, then he rushed to the window of the hotel room, his eyes revealing a cold glare as he looked at the distant Baghdad Air Force Base…

Unfortunately, just staring at the base did nothing, and a few minutes later ‘Iblis’ turned around, sat on the sofa, took out his phone and sent out several ssages…

“Move up the operation!”