Chapter 865: Chapter 462: Robert: Why Didn’t Anyone Tell !!!_3
Another aircraft wanted to descend for rescue, but the conditions clearly wouldn’t allow it, so it had to retreat first.
The air was thick with dust.
Alvin York lay not far away, his hand trembled… he slowly lifted his head but couldn’t manage to take a proper breath.
“Deputy Commander, Deputy Commander…” The guard anxiously shouted as he spotted him from a distance and ran over, “Where are you hurt?”
“The ribs are broken…”
Alvin York was a seasoned veteran who could sense the extent of his injuries. He grimaced in pain and looked to both sides. Andrew… was lying nearby, but his neck had been sliced halfway through—dead.
The man he’d just been conversing with had died before his very eyes.
A feeling of powerlessness!
This, too, is the cruelty of war!
In urban warfare, you never know when soone might sneak up behind you.
Humanity’s greatest tragedy is the inability to decide when to be born and when to die.
“Hurry, gather the wounded and request support from the rear!”
“Yes, sir!”
At an altitude of over 600 ters above San Diego City, four Pchela-T unmanned reconnaissance drones from xico were transmitting real-ti data back to the command center in the rear.
In the first half of 1991, Victor spent 150,000 US Dollars to recruit Soviet drone technology experts, along with the achievents of the Pchela-T project.
That was a true bargain!
After arriving in xico, he established a drone research and developnt center and poured millions of US Dollars into advancing drone technology.
Among the developnts was the Pchela-T reconnaissance drone, one of the models.
Belief can lead to war…
But tis have changed, and Victor, not being a fool, certainly understood the necessity of modern warfare.
Unmanned recon drones would provide frontline troops with first-hand information.
“General!”
Suddenly, a lieutenant raised his hand. Helmut Mauqi, the commander of the informationized combat unit in the rear, heard the commotion and ran over. His two little mustaches carried a touch of charm.
“What’s up?”
“Here.” The lieutenant pointed to the screen, “The defenses are extrely tight, and the incoming images show a lot of anti-aircraft weapons and armored vehicles deployed below.”
“This might be the U.S. Military’s San Diego command center.”
“And most importantly, look at this…”
“This looks like… balloons?” The lieutenant pointed at a vaguely shaped object. “Seems like they’re conducting so kind of ceremony.”
????
San Diego… is a battlefield!
A ceremony? What kind of ceremony?
Could the Yanks be welcoming soone to inspect the frontlines?
They wouldn’t pull a stunt like that, would they?
But then, they did bomb their own First Army Group’s top commander on the frontlines.
Back then, Leslie McNair was a young talent who beca a brigadier general at 35—a rising star in the military.
But during his inspection of Normandy, to welco him, the United States Air Force launched a relentless bombing campaign on the area. 1,500 heavy bombers, 380 dium bombers, and 550 fighter-bombers were mobilized in full force, presenting 4,000 tons of explosives and incendiary bombs in honor of McNair’s arrival.
And then…
He was bombed to death by his own side in a foxhole.
Helmut Mauqi furrowed his brow, “Doesn’t matter if they are or not, bomb them, go through the formalities, I’ll sign off.”
Leading with the principle of “strike first, ask questions later.”
After all, there was more than enough ammunition and weaponry now.
If luck proved favorable and they killed soone important, that would be a dal of honor!
With his orders issued, seven Pchela-T2 bombing drones loaded with cluster bombs took off with the help of the ground crew from a military airbase located 7 kiloters east of Tijuana, flying towards the target from multiple directions.
anwhile, back in the informationized combat unit, they were yet unaware…
They were about to carry out an operation that would shock the world!
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