The old man asked:
"Where’s the convoy?"
"They’ve hidden in the woods, the satellite can’t see them."
A subordinate reported back.
For this operation.
They used a military satellite, but it can’t penetrate the woods like in the movies, unable to see the hidden people inside, only able to rely on dynamic capture identification.
"Damn."
The old man clenched his fist.
This ti.
His people were the command side, things that were supposed to be smooth were stuck here, not to ntion the loss of three helicopters, and personnel casualties, it’s enough to make others laugh for a year.
Soon after.
"Helicopter arrived."
"Strong attack."
"Yes."
This ti.
It’s not just any helicopter, but ones loaded with big guns, more than a kiloter away, five drivers started pressing the launch button, and then, ten flas rushed towards the steel factory.
...
On-site.
"Hide."
A loud shout.
The leader’s face was pale.
Crap.
The other side has reinforcents.
However.
Just finished speaking.
Another five flas rose from his side, he couldn’t care to watch the scene of the other side being shot down, if he doesn’t quickly find a solid shelter, he might kneel on the spot.
"Boom!"
"Boom boom!"
"..."
Ten flas, demolished a piece of ruined houses.
On the other side.
Five helicopter drivers remained calm, this ti they brought interference equipnt, directly fired an interference round towards the front, 300 ters from the helicopter, with a loud bang, tiny flas scattered.
"YES."
A driver smiled.
This kind of thing.
Is very effective.
However.
In the next mont.
His smile froze.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
No mistake.
Five attacks did not reach, got blocked hundreds of ters ahead, but the lock-on alert did not pause, five flas appeared again on the lower right, no ti to reach defense.
"OVER."
"..."
Five flas.
Clearly visible in the sky, if it weren’t away from the city, it might shock the world. These five flas stunned the fighters below, saying, how much stock does the other side have?
Three.
Five.
Five.
At least thirteen units, and pretty advanced surface-to-air weapons.
God!
"We have enemies at the rear, be careful." Jason shouted angrily.
Steel factory.
Woods.
Located at their left front and right front, and the attack just now ca from behind them, thinking of being surrounded, Jason just wanted to curse, bastards, is the intel eating shit?
Surrounded on three sides.
Equivalent to a desperate situation.
Fortunately.
Ground support arrived quickly. After thinking, Jason contacted the superior, "The target of this mission is too fierce, request aerial strike on the steel factory area to avoid heavy casualties."
Aerial strike.
Commonly known as bombardnt.
Helicopters can only be called aerial support.
...
Secret room.
"Aerial strike?"
The old man hesitated.
Fishing.
Is the goal.
If bombed, might not gather useful information, but the current situation is grim, already lost eight helicopters, sending more is very risky, he wants to curse too.
Bastards.
Who exactly.
Sold so many advanced surface-to-air weapons. These things aren’t ordinary items, United States can buy guns easily, but buying this stuff is very difficult, even in bulk.
"I want prisoners."
A mont later.
The old man made a decision.
...
On-site.
Jason laughed bitterly, indeed, their lives aren’t important, the goals of big figures are the most crucial, although the compensation here is as high as millions of dollars per person, they have money.
"Strong attack."
Orders.
Are ant to be executed, not questioned.
...
Steel factory.
"It’s over."
"Cough cough."
The leader coughed, just got hit in the head by a piece of glass shard, feeling a bit dizzy, his subordinates, fewer than ten alive, but their firepower density remains high.
Clearly.
The support forces are strong.
However.
He estimated he wouldn’t live to see victory. Just then, in a daze, he saw one of his trusted subordinates running past with so unfamiliar faces.
Did not stop.
Did not save him.
"Ha."
At that mont.
He seed to understand sothing, the first fired shot earlier, perhaps wasn’t a misfire. Countless questions arose, why? Why does this person know the organization’s lineup?
Made the move first.
Surely knows sothing.
Sadly.
No one answers him.
Ten minutes later.
After great cost, Jason and the others finally stord in, listening to the subordinate’s report, his brows furrowed into ravines, "How can it be, only over thirty dead, that’s one-fifth of ours."
These battle results.
He couldn’t accept.
Five to one.
This is the ratio of bullying.
No.
Definitely not just this few people, that firepower density, absolutely not caused by so few, "Check all channels, above ground, underground, don’t let any slip, they must have accomplices."
"Yes."
"How’s the pursuit in other directions?"
"Very bleak."
"..."
They attacked the steel factory, others took two other directions.
"Boom!"
In the distance.
An explosion sounded again.
"Report, enemy escapees found in the west."
"Pursue."
"They blew up the bridge over the river."
"..."
Gritting his teeth.
Jason said again: "Pursue!"
Even if swimming.
They must chase across. Ti left for them is little, sunset approaches, night is falling, pursuit difficulty will spike, even with night vision equipnt, effectiveness is limited.
...
Manor.
Secret room.
Listening to various reports, the old man clenched his teeth, angrily smashed the communicator several tis, the steel factory’s battle losses so high, other two directions were even beaten like dogs.
Send people.
Send more.
Because the enemy numbers seem unchanged.
Clearly.
The ambush line is long, they’ve been shot in the dark dozens of tis, now losses exceed his tolerance line, this ti, must drag the people out no matter what.
Humph.
The other side left many corpses.
Can’t believe.
With so many people.
Can’t identify one background, nightfall arrives soon, those people likely can’t all be killed, but, as long as current achievents suffice to explain to other consortiums, once identified.
"Humph."
Must let them taste his wrath.
The original plan.
Was only to uncover the forces, not necessarily kill, could be used for himself, but now fought to this extent, no chance for reconciliation, unless enough interests are exchanged.
...
Airport highway.
On the march.
"What’s that?" Miao Ye exclaid.
In the night sky.
A firelight appeared far in the sky, although hard to gauge distance at night, it’s very visible, the light streaked across the sky, quickly falling to the ground, red glow flared.
That was... sothing exploded?
"Perhaps, soone is setting off fireworks." Ling said calmly.
"Fireworks?"
Miao Ye murmured, setting off fireworks at night, reasonable.
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