Among Zhong Handong's subordinates, there was a familiar face, it was Liu Ziguang's old comrade Guan Ye.
In the face of a powerful enemy, he did not exchange much greetings, nor did he investigate how Liu Ziguang escaped. He just expressed to Liu Ziguang that he would also stay in Wood Manor to carry out the task of containing the enemy's main force.
"You have other tasks." Liu Ziguang dismissed him with one sentence.
Guan Ye still wanted to fight for it, but Zhong Handong had already walked over, patted Guan Ye on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Guan, let me talk to Mr. Liu."
Guan Ye avoided it, and Zhong Handong sat down, took out a cigarette and handed it to Liu Ziguang. He also lit one and took a puff, saying, "You didn't ask for permission from your superiors about your plan, right?"
Liu Ziguang said: "I am the most senior military commander appointed by His Majesty Arthur, and I do not need to report to anyone."
Zhong Handong said: "You understand what I mean, after all we are..."
Liu Ziguang interrupted him and said: "Of course I understand, but I am now a citizen of Western Saddamoa. I did not ask your so-called superiors for instructions on my plan because I knew that even if it could be approved, it would delay the war effort. Captain Zhong
, that’s the fact, if you regret it, it’s still too late.”
Zhong Handong said: "I have decided that this matter must be reported to my superiors. I will wait for my superiors' approval at Wood Manor." After saying that, he stood up and left, leaving Liu Ziguang with a lonely and tall figure.
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The evacuation went on as scheduled. Thousands of Chinese workers took various means of transportation to retreat from the Wood Iron Mining Park. The convoy stretched for several kilometers, and Red Star Company's off-road vehicles accompanied the escort. The dust was flying, the sun was shining, and the black children on the roadside looked on in confusion.
In a motorcade, someone in the car threw a pack of biscuits, and the child picked up the biscuits and ran away.
The Keyhole 13 reconnaissance satellite in low-Earth orbit flew over West Africa and took hundreds of photos of the convoy evacuating Wood Manor. In the shortest possible time, it was sent from the control center in Houston to the CIA Langley Building, and then from Langley.
When I arrived at a house in San Juan, far away in Western Saddamoa, I printed a photo and posted it on the wall.
Colonel Miller of the CIA returned to San Juan with his employees. This tall black man has not forgotten the last time the Predator drone was shot down. He once vowed to take revenge, and now the opportunity has finally come.
The colonel's subordinates are a gathering of elites, including cryptography experts, intelligence experts, African experts, and tactical experts from the Army Rangers, 101st Airborne Division, and Marine Corps. Almost all of them have actual combat experience in Afghanistan or Iraq.
At this moment, this group of people are lying lazily on the sofa in the living room, either reading "Playboy" with gusto or listening to the music on their iPods. Most of them are unkempt and have unruly beards. They look like
Being a homeless man or an Afghan shepherd is strictly prohibited by the ordinary army, but it is an honor exclusive to special forces soldiers, because only in this way can they successfully cover themselves and blend into the local environment.
Colonel Miller ignored them. At this moment, his attention was entirely focused on the photos. After the last time the Predator crashed and sank, the Air Force refused to send drones to cooperate with the CIA's operations in Western Saddamoa. He could only
Relying on spy satellite photos and information sent by locals to analyze the enemy's situation, all data showed that the Chinese began to evacuate Wood Manor on a large scale. They finally could not bear the pressure from within and began to retreat, the colonel thought with joy.
The cowardly guys in the White House were afraid of offending the big creditors and strictly ordered Colonel Miller to launch a large-scale operation before the Chinese left. Now they finally waited for the right opportunity.
Colonel Miller's mission is very simple. He and his men actually act as stir-ups. Their ultimate goal is to make the muddy waters of Western Saddamoa even more chaotic. Although the iron ore is not
Doing American things but causing some trouble for the Chinese has always been a favorite of those in Washington.
And according to the colonel's information, the matter has reached a point where it must be resolved. The owner of Wood Manor is a Chinese. A few months ago, he purchased a batch of equipment from China that could arm a battalion, and ordered another thousand in Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Although some procurement plans have been terminated for some reason, it is enough to show their ambitions. Moreover, the young king is the de jure supreme head of Western Saddamoa. Getting rid of him will bring greater turmoil to the country. This is also
The most important thing on Colonel Miller's task list.
Intelligence shows that a Korean cargo ship flying the Panama flag has recently been seen in the Gulf of Guinea. There are a few countries in the world that are always bold, and ** is one of them. Langley Building has reason to believe that this ship is fully loaded with goods.
They are the only ones who dare to blatantly violate the United Nations resolution on arms embargo, not to mention several containers of small arms, even nuclear bombs, as long as they can get enough profits.
If Wood Manor obtains a large amount of weapons and ammunition, the situation will become more complicated and uncontrollable. Although Colonel Miller has always looked down on these yellow-skinned monkeys and chimpanzees, monkeys and orangutans holding automatic rifles in their hands are also very dangerous animals.
Based on the above reasons, the colonel decided to contact another reinforcement force to add double insurance.
He picked up the satellite phone, dialed a number, and said, "I'm looking for General Gordon..."
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General Gordon, like Colonel Miller, also came for revenge, but the difference was that he was employed by Mr. Richard Thorpe of Brayman Mining. This American businessman hired him and his army to help the dictator Kuomintang with huge sums of money.
This is interesting because the same Mr. Thorpe paid Gordon to transport arms to Colonel Faulkner two years ago, and Faulkner's mission was to overthrow General Kuba.
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The minds of capitalists and politicians are full of filthy things. General Gordon is convinced of this, but this does not prevent him from accepting employment, because one of his troops of hundreds of people died in Western Sadamoa, that
This blow left the general unable to recover for a full year, and the quality of the newly reorganized mercenary army was not as good as before, and only some professional soldiers from Eastern Europe and the Caucasus were recruited.
Colonel Miller of the CIA called and invited General Gordon to jointly send troops to eliminate the remnants of the king entrenched in Wood Manor. Gordon was moved by this news, and his military intuition told him that this was an extremely rare opportunity.
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The retreat convoy was mixed with some civilian pickup trucks and off-road vehicles. Liu Ziguang and *** sat in the bumpy carriage, unfolding a plastic combat map and gesturing.
"Jianguo, I asked Guanye and Bei Xiaoshuai to work with you. Your mission is to seize the airport from Kuba. We will do it simultaneously. Whoever succeeds first will return to the manor. Zhong Handong is under the greatest pressure and the enemy will use all their strength.
Attack him with all your strength, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on." Liu Ziguang said.
*** nodded: "Just leave it to me at the airport. You can rest assured about the Zhong Brigade side."
"I hope..." Liu Ziguang sighed slightly. This kind of task of containing the enemy's main force has always been a narrow escape. Captain Zhong and his subordinates will have to bear unimaginable pressure and make huge sacrifices. The soldiers who are still alive and kicking today
, may become a cold corpse tomorrow.
The destination of the convoy was the San Juan Pier. When passing through downtown San Juan, several trucks drove into the street. Some people in casual clothes took out several large bird-shaped model airplanes from the vehicles and loaded them on
It was ejected from the launcher, and the propeller at the tail of the plane was buzzing as it flew toward the airport.
At the same time, a group of khaki-painted Hummer off-road vehicles set off from downtown San Juan. There were no markings on these vehicles. Most of the soldiers were white, wearing cool sunglasses and khaki multifunctional military uniforms.
Jacket and combat pants, a black baseball cap and Oakley's sand-colored military boots, chewing gum in his mouth, looking carefree, loaded with magazines and grenades, HK416 automatic rifle equipped with a holographic sight, professionally customized tactics
The knife was placed in the most convenient position. He didn't look like a regular soldier, but like a lawless military contractor.
Behind the Humvee convoy were a dozen pickup trucks, with 12.7mm machine guns mounted in the carriages. Black soldiers in green military uniforms sat on the front of the trucks. In the carriages, when they saw the people on the roadside, they waved their weapons to intimidate them.
When they saw others running away with their heads in their hands, they laughed proudly.
A grey-blue low-visibility unmanned reconnaissance aircraft passed by from a distance. The photos captured by the lens were compressed into data packets through an automatic compression program and wirelessly transmitted to the control center. The photos were decompressed and opened on the computer and can be clearly seen.
The number, strength and large weapons and equipment of the Humvee fleet are clearly visible.
"Perez's troops are out in full force. I wonder what the situation is like at the airport?" Liu Ziguang said, standing in front of the computer.
Ye Zhiqiu, who was dressed in military uniform, brought up another picture. Although it was a little rough, he could still make out a team of Land Rover guards kicking up billowing smoke in the African wilderness.
"I.S.R. troops have also been dispatched." Ye Zhiqiu said. Suddenly the camera flashed and a helicopter appeared on the screen. Before he could see the model clearly, the signal was interrupted and a cloud of snowflakes appeared on the screen.
"It was shot down. Our reconnaissance plane is slow and its response is not that flexible." Ye Zhiqiu said regretfully, but Liu Ziguang was shocked because he did not expect that the enemy had helicopters equipped with weapons. Zhong Handong, who was staying at Wood Manor, was
The others do not have anti-aircraft weapons, and even the most powerful special forces will only suffer when encountering heavy weapons of a higher level.
It was no longer possible to temporarily change the battle plan. We could only proceed according to the original plan. Liu Ziguang gave an order. In a forest on the outskirts of San Juan, dozens of military vehicles painted with the Royal Guards logo roared deafeningly, and their diesel engines sprayed out a stream of smoke.
Streams of black smoke marched toward the city. The large-caliber machine guns and recoilless rifles on the roof were murderous. The black soldiers in the pickup truck held a North Korean-made Type 58 automatic rifle in one hand and fired into the sky from time to time. They screamed strangely.