King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 950: 854: The Ambition of Stir-Fried Sugar

Chapter 950: Chapter 854: The Ambition of Stir-Fried Sugar

Under the decisive situation, Boss Joe had most of the special forces deployed to the Mosul Base in northern Iraq.

This ti they were not sent to fight; their mission was to deliver the US military armants obtained by Boss Joe from Syria to Mosul for handover, while also providing support for Antar and the ss personnel.

Because the Aricans paid 8 million dollars a month in rent, which included catering services and unmanned aerial vehicle support, Antar and her team of Kurdish female observers remained at Mosul Base.

Since the Aricans did not require P·B to provide artillery cover, P·B’s artilleryn took their automatic mortars and Nora Grenade Cannons and moved to the Gaiyara Base located 40 kiloters to the south.

The terrorists inside the city of Mosul were out of luck this ti as the Aricans, under dia scrutiny, began their raging bombardnt as if it were endless, purging their sins.

The initial round of bombing lasted a week, for which the prepared NATO air forces dumped massive amounts of ‘to be destroyed’ missiles into Mosul as if they were worthless.

At that ti, the first Marine Corps unit from the United States had just disembarked from their plane in Baghdad.

While Joe Ga was waiting for a few days for the Syrian Governnt and Kurdish forces to advance the contract, NATO had already deployed nearly 3,000 people toward Mosul, with an additional 4,000 expected to arrive gradually.

The initial bombings were rely a deterrent, warning ISIS not to cause trouble, waiting for the mont to strike them.

This was also to slightly reassure those Marine Corps and Delta Force mbers stationed at Mosul Base.

These past few days, they had been truly terrified!

The Iraqi security forces, Kurdish Militia, and rcenary groups had all withdrawn en masse, leaving the base virtually empty except for a few dozen of them.

Had it not been for the remaining ss personnel and Kurdish female technicians who were relatively calm, they would have wanted to flee.

Now, with the arrival of the first troop of 3,000 people and hefty support from Black Hawk Helicopters and ard Humvees and large-caliber Fire Cannons transferred from Syria, the base’s security was significantly enhanced.

However, once the supplies were in place, it was ti for them to take serious action.

The massive bombardnts over the past week had turned many buildings in Mosul into ruins.

The local situation was widely exposed under the connivance of the Iraqi Governnt and the Iranian Governnt, and naturally, the international community was in an uproar.

The residents of Mosul amidst the rubble, and the deceased children, were repeatedly exposed.

NATO broke its usual ‘law enforcent battle’ routine and attacked Mosul recklessly, bringing significant pressure to the politicians at the rear.

For them, such incidents were normal, but if they were to act, they needed a solid excuse.

The White House spokesperson concocted an ‘encirclent of frontline personnel’ incident, tried to whitewash the massive bombardnt, and then refused to discuss the matter.

Then a group of soldiers began to engage in battle…

That was their old proficiency, but unfortunately, they still underestimated ISIS’s will to resist and their determination to hold Mosul.

They were a ‘nation,’ not a makeshift terrorist organization!

With Syria lost, northern Iraq beca ISIS’s last stronghold. Losing this place, losing the inco from the black market oil, ISIS would disband without needing others to fight them.

This group of fanatic extremists burst forth with trendous combat power!

The past week’s bombardnt did little harm to ISIS; those old stockpile munitions thrown down made noise while also settling various countries’ military covert accounts.

But honestly, the destruction was still within the tolerable range for the battle-hardened residents and terrorists of Mosul.

Desperate for quick results under rear pressure, the outco was generally bad…

A squad of Marine Corps entered Mosul and imdiately encountered RPG attacks.

What followed was procedural fighting…

If a vehicle got damaged, they relied on military vehicles for defense, then called for helicopter support.

Antar repeatedly warned the Arican commanders that the enemy had Stinger Missiles, but they ignored it, resulting in two Black Hawks being shot down shortly after arriving at Mosul, crashing on the outskirts of the city.

The instant these events unfolded, it shocked the Arican commanders, who then regretfully deployed Bradley Fighting Vehicles…

Four Bradley Fighting Vehicles along with an armored vehicle team broke out from the base, crossing nearly 10 kiloters to arrive at the scene, by which ti that Marine Corps unit had already suffered heavy casualties.

At that mont, the F/A-18 Super Hornets that had taken off from the Persian Gulf arrived. After circling in the sky for a while, they missile-destroyed a building with guidance from the ground and hurriedly left Mosul.

The distance from the Persian Gulf carrier fleet to Mosul beca an obstacle to air support.

The ground combat radius of the Super Hornets was just over 1000 kiloters; even with extra fuel tanks, it was just enough for them to linger over Mosul for a few minutes.

It’s ironic that the global hegemon, the United States, had a support system in Iraq that couldn’t even match P·B.

Of course, this was mainly because their preparation ti was too short; managing to transfer people and so materials over within a week was considered good, deploying fighter jets was purely a pipe dream.

The US forces in Mosul enjoyed the support from the Persian Gulf carriers…

Generally, from the call for support, even if the carrier personnel were very efficient, it would take at least forty minutes to an hour before seeing their own fighter jets.

The first wave of ground assaults by the US forces left the people at Gaiyara Base laughing their heads off.

As the host, the Iraqi Governnt forces had to pinch their noses and send people to offer sympathy and ask if they needed help.

But this ti, the Aricans and NATO officers, eager to outdo P·B, uniformly rejected the offer.

It wasn’t that this group of soldiers truly wasn’t afraid of dying, but their higher-ups had given them strict orders.

That a private company could eliminate more than half of ISIS’s forces while NATO had struggled for years with worsening results, inevitably gave rise to unpleasant speculations.

Only by taking down ISIS can we dispel the dia’s doubts about NATO’s actions over the years, and the subsequent series of questions, such as queries about military spending…

Iraqis are quite easy-going; upon hearing the other party’s response, without a word, they mixed into the cafeteria for an extravagant lunch costing 300 US dollars per al, took a truckload of expensive supplies, and then turned around and left.

P·B’s culinary staff in northern Iraq are extrely well-known…

The older supervisors keep a low profile, but the young cook ‘Sugar’ is a superstar at the Mosul Base.

It’s not that his cooking is particularly delicious, but that he organized a group of locals from Mosul for training, and then ford a ‘delivery team’.

In the early days, no matter where the soldiers were in Mosul, ‘Sugar’ would lead his team to break in and deliver als to them, and he’d even help stand guard if there was a tip.

He not only delivers to our own people but also to the residents of Mosul whenever they need it.

Not only food, but he also delivers dicines.

Even if he clearly knows that the other party is a civilian disguised as a terrorist, ‘Sugar’ still provides the service.

This is the ‘way of survival’, and also a part of P·B’s ‘heart attack strategy’…

Now that the Aricans have arrived, they have invested a huge amount of money to successfully withdraw the original combatants from Mosul, and ‘Sugar’ had nothing to do, so he began to think about coming up with so new ideas.

For example, using the Aricans to taste test dishes, and after successfully making them, he would send them to Gaiyara to sate everyone’s cravings, using all of the United State Army’s money anyway.

Now, ‘Sugar’ is very familiar with the Iraqi Governnt’s logistics…

He actively helped those who ca to mooch als fill up their trunks, and after sending them off, he found Sanderson, who was eating in the cafeteria…

“‘Vanguard’, when is our boss coming back?

I just heard the news, those fucking Aricans are preparing for another wave of bombings…”

Sanderson drank down a bowl of beef offal soup, then looked up at ‘Sugar’ with a strange expression and said, “Buddy, six people from the Marine Corps died, and three were disabled, this is the United State Army’s standard retaliation…”

‘Sugar’ frowned and said, “If we fight, we fight, what’s the point of using those outdated missiles to bomb indiscriminately?

There are still civilians in Mosul…”

Upon hearing this, Sanderson curiously said, “‘Sugar’, why do you care so much about the people inside Mosul?”

Hearing this, ‘Sugar’ pointed at his own nose and said, “I’m human, I’ve been delivering als to Mosul for months, I understand the situation there better than you do.

Those civilians don’t want to leave, they are controlled, and even if they leave, there’s no way out.

Our boss did a great job in Tubruq, we should help evacuate the civilians inside…”

Looking at ‘Sugar’, Sanderson said, “Then you have to ask the boss, he probably won’t be here for another week.”

As he spoke, Sanderson looked into ‘Sugar’s eyes, curiously saying, “Do you have friends inside Mosul? Male or female?

If it’s female, cook us a big al tonight, and we’ll help you rescue her at night.”

‘Sugar’ blushed slightly upon hearing this, then dejectedly said, “How to rescue hundreds of people…”

‘Sugar’ looked at a passing United State Army colonel in the distance, spit angrily on the ground, then suddenly felt a pain in his butt…

Turning his head, he saw Solon and Bayika, who had just returned from the safe zone. The young cook’s face stiffened, then he picked up the towel from his shoulder, squatted down, and while wiping up the spit he’d just spat, muttered, “This war doesn’t even make sense, we’ve got energy not being used properly, just fucking dragging on…

Now, it’s all just stupid efforts…

Bombing, bombing the fucking day away…

Aren’t the civilians fucking pitiful?”

Solon, with a stern face, grabbed ‘Sugar’ by the neck, lifted him up, sized him up, and said, “Got too much free ti?

Now the whole Mosul knows there’s a ‘Sugar’, who is righteous and has a good heart…

What, you think you’re a savior, capable of managing tens of thousands of people inside?

If you’re so capable, why don’t you confront the ISIS guys?

Wipe them out, and there’ll be no more fighting in Mosul!”

‘Sugar’ muttered, looking down, “I’ve also fought quite a bit…”

Solon was amused by ‘Sugar’ and shook his head saying, “I think you’ve been beaten quite a bit!

Do you know the situation in Mosul?

There are watchers over every passage; do you think it’s easy to evacuate people?

The Iraqi Governnt forces set up evacuation routes and it took several months, how many died?

This place isn’t like Tubruq, back then there were only a few hundred terrorists in Tubruq, and we made such a big effort, now there are thousands here…”

As he spoke, Solon looked at ‘Sugar’ who didn’t seem convinced, and he shook his head and said, “What use is a cook feeling sorry for the civilians inside?

Vanguard is right, if the one you know is a woman, we’ll go in and help you rescue her tonight.

We soldiers aren’t responsible for discussing how the boss conducts the war, we just follow orders…”

Upon hearing this, ‘Sugar’ suddenly realized sothing and excitedly said, “Did the boss give any orders? Can we move?”