From Arms Dealer To King of War - Chapter 514

Chapter 514 Play a wave of practice first

How should modern urban warfare be fought?

Joga had never fought before, but that didn’t stop him from practicing with the terrorists in the small town of Berdi.

Because of the long-term war and lack of infrastructure, the mobile phone signal inside Bairdie is very bad, not to mention things like cable TV.

The people there are under the rule of terrorists, and those who have the ability to escape have left long ago. Some of the remaining civilians still support al-Qaeda, and the rest are truly innocent and helpless civilians.

And as Al Qaeda’s rule grows, more people are being brainwashed and transformed by them.

To put it bluntly, brainwashing people is sometimes easier than brainwashing dogs, because people will accept many bizarre things out of fear, and then gradually become a habit.

The core appeal of Haftar in handing over the refinery to P·B is not only to stabilize the two cities, but also to prevent al-Qaeda from using those places as conscription sites, and driving a pickup truck in can pull away a large number of soldiers. fanatics.

The most important thing is not to allow the two cities to become the financial source of Al Qaeda.

The cities ruled by terrorists are not shut down. The common people are still struggling to operate various business activities and production activities in order to stutter.

The terrorists became a little more violent and fanatical. They occasionally killed a few disobedient traders who were “for the rich and unkind”, imprisoned and abused a few intellectuals, and maybe they could win the applause of a group of people and absorb fresh blood.

It is not too difficult for Boss Joe to take down Bairdie. He said it is for training, just to let the soldiers who came from all over the world to help them adapt to the new rhythm of flat warfare. Tobruk is the tough one.

The scene of the soldiers marching out was quite shocking. The paratroopers of Serbia rode on the long-headed warriors sponsored by Huaguo, and the mercenaries of Wagner used the LMV sponsored by the Italians.

The LMV opened the way, and the long-headed warriors were in the back. In the middle were more than 30 military trucks carrying various weapons and ammunition supplies, and there were six ‘Nora’ self-propelled howitzers.

The self-propelled howitzer stopped 5 kilometers away from Baierdi, and was then deployed by the professional artillery command of Serbia, with a platoon of paratroopers left as protection.

Ambassador Steven was wearing a bulletproof vest and a helmet, and was sitting in a bulletproof LMV car. He still seemed very insecure.

The reporter Wallace sitting next to him was very calm. This experienced reporter held a video camera in his hand and kept taking pictures of the scenes on both sides of the vehicle.

Beldi is a border city adjacent to Egypt, and because it is very close to the port, it should be a relatively developed commercial city, but now there are only abandoned vehicles on both sides of the expressway, and some scattered abandoned buildings.

The speed of the convoy was not too fast, which allowed Wallace to fully record the trauma brought by the war to this place with the camera.

Just when Ambassador Steven wanted to remind Wallace that he was ready and could point the camera at himself, a few crisp ‘knocking’ sounds suddenly came to mind on the side door of the LMV…

Before Steven realized what happened, he heard the State Department Secret Service who was driving screaming in panic: “Someone is shooting at us, and someone is attacking us.

Car No. 2 covers, Car No. 3 opens the way, we speed up to pass…”

Secret Service’s yelling seemed panicked, but the choice was not wrong.

However, they ignored the fact that in the convoy they were moving, several cars changed lanes and accelerated randomly, which made the overall rhythm of the convoy mess up.

It’s like someone deliberately moving a moving toy train, the shaking of a section of the carriage will cause the whole to shake.

This approach caused a little disharmony in the team…

The three cars in charge of the ambassador’s safety had just accelerated, and there was a burst of cursing from the radio in their car…

“Are you **** out of your mind? Go back to the team, now everyone knows which car the key person is in.”

Wallace grabbed the armrest with one hand and the camera with the other to record the situation inside the car. The attacks from the outside world have never stopped. Some of the enemies are hiding in several dilapidated houses on the right side of the highway, and some are hiding in the desert.

The gun attack in the early stage was just a manifestation of the immaturity of a group of terrorists acting as observation posts.

Experienced veterans wait until the convoy enters the range of the rockets before firing, stop the vehicles in front to intercept the convoy, and then the two sides exchange fire.

The people hired by Boss Joe are all elites, so they naturally understand this truth.

Especially with the guidance of drones in the sky, it is even less likely to fall into the trap of terrorists.

They just wanted to make their actions look more impactful, but when the ambassador’s car moved around, they ruined their idea.

Steven doesn’t know how to fight, but he still has basic demeanor and courage. At this point, he consciously shut up and fully trusts the State Department Secret Service who protects him.

The chief of the secret service cursed and suppressed the speed of the car and returned to the convoy. Before entering the convoy, he played a fancy swap with the other two cars in an attempt to confuse the terrorists.

But soon he discovered that he was being self-indulgent in everything. When the leading vehicle in front entered within 600 meters of the enemy, the roof of the vehicle was lifted, and a group of machine gunners collectively controlled the machine guns to turn to the flanks, and then pulled Bolt off…

Wallace saw that there was no movement on his side. He stuffed the camera into the ambassador’s hand, then stood up and pushed the roof open, holding the machine gun.

The head of the special service of the State Council who was driving saw that the car in front not only did not stop, but slowed down as if he was about to start a direct war with someone. He picked up the radio and called out, “The enemy has RPG, we must…”

Just as this guy was yelling, there was a sharp whistling in the sky…

Six 155mm airburst bombs exploded over distant enemies…

In broad daylight, only an orange flash can be seen, and then a large area is covered by gray-black smoke.

The secret service was also a soldier at any rate. Seeing this situation, he knew that he was excluded from the combat team.

Wagner’s gang of **** knew everything, but they refused to inform themselves, making themselves act like a fool who pretended to be smart.

But soon the chief of the Secret Service discovered that he still underestimated Wagner’s madness.

It was the first time that these gangsters fought under the cover of the Serbian artillery, and they dared to approach the position about 500 meters away from the core area of ​​the explosion…

The convoy had no intention of stopping at all. They moved forward at high speed. When the front end of the convoy was parallel to those buildings, the machine gunner on the car finally opened fire…

“Bang bang bang bang…”

“Bang bang bang bang…”

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The large-caliber machine guns on more than forty armored off-road vehicles fired at the same time, and several buildings collapsed from the middle like rapeseed flowers whipped by an urchin.

A dozen terrorists climbed out from the back of the building in a panic, trying to escape the machine gun attack on the hillside, but after only a dozen seconds, another 6 air-burst bombs flew over…

“Boom boom boom…”

Six air-burst bombs exploded almost simultaneously at a height of 15 meters, and the power of the explosion swept across a large space.

Theoretically speaking, there should be no living people within the size of a football field.

Reporter Wallace was addicted to guns. When he saw someone in front of him gesticulating and yelling ‘stop’, he sat back in the car with his aching ears closed.

Seeing that two LMVs in the convoy in front drove off the road and rushed into the explosion area, they began to search for survivors…

Wallace took over the camera and stood up again to record the scene under Ambassador Steven’s surprised expression.

Wagner is courageous enough, and the level of Serbia’s artillery is great, and the two combined to complete this near-perfect encounter.

Military trucks dragged a little behind, and long-headed warriors didn’t even fire a single shot!

At this time, the convoy did not stop for even a second, but slightly reduced the speed of the vehicle when the machine gun was fired, so that the machine gunner could bomb the target.

This is not the normal state of modern warfare. Wagner’s group of morons who want money and life make the scene a little too hot.

The normal situation should be that the drone finds the enemy, and then launches the Blue Sword 7 to clear the enemy in the building at a fixed point, and then the artillery covers and bombs to disintegrate the enemy ambushing in the desert. After that, Wagner sends people to enter the field to confirm the results at close range. Finally, the convoy to move on.

The market price of a blue sword 7 is 50,000 US dollars, and a 155 airburst bomb is 10,000 US dollars.

Usually, when the U.S. military encounters such an ambush, it needs at least 4 rounds of hellfire, followed by a round of air force bombing, or if conditions permit, 5 to 8 rounds of precision bombardment will enter the field to check and pass.

Forty or fifty terrorists were planning to ambush the U.S. military in the wild. Before the attack officially started, millions of people on the opposite side were burned first.

This is Modern Warfare!

But the rich have the same style of play as the rich, and the poor have the style of the poor!

A group of two hundred and five old men replaced the Blue Sword 7 with machine guns, and forced the artillery behind to a very high level, saving Boss Joe a lot of military expenses, and the scene seemed to be a boost.

The convoy did not delay for almost a second on the road, and then it took about 40 minutes to reach the outskirts of the small town of Baierdi.

There is a good phenomenon in desert cities, that is, almost no buildings protrude outside the city.

They are all building houses in circles, and those buildings are like hand in hand, resisting desert storms or other natural disasters.

The convoy stopped one kilometer away from Baierdi, and the two LMVs rushed to the simple shepherd tents on both sides at the moment the convoy stopped.

After confirming that there was no danger, he rushed over with a big pot of ‘fried sugar’ on his back in full armor, waved the dollars in his hand, and forcefully bought the livestock in the hands of the shepherds, and aggressively included them in the logistics team, responsible for herding sheep.

After all, the slaughter is too fast, and the mutton is easy to deteriorate, so it is better to eat it while raising it.

Ambassador Steven watched Boss Qiao lead Ayou out of a long-haired warrior who was catching up from behind. He compared the LMV he was riding in, and said unhappily: “I will take a car with you in the afternoon. FUCK, it was too thrilling just now.”

Qiaojia glanced at the busy Steven with disdain, and said: “This is all requested by your bodyguards, they don’t want you to come too close to me, and worry that you will become the target of terrorists.

I think this is really good, don’t you think? ”

Where did the chief of the Secret Service know that Boss Joe is not in charge of directing the war at all…

‘Don’t let the protected object get too close to the dangerous person’, this is the basic quality of a professional bodyguard.

Seeing the strange gaze of Ambassador Steven looking at him, the head of the Secret Service could only lower his head helplessly.

It is difficult to build human trust, but it only takes a moment to destroy it.

Seeing that the chief of the Secret Service avoided his gaze, the ambassador shook his head vigilantly, then waved to a few mercenary temporary workers with a three-fold canopy not far away, and said, “Hey, ‘Trigger’, are you free this afternoon? ?I need a driver who knows the local conditions…”

(end of this chapter)