In the jungle, two soldiers with rifles were leaning against a tree, vigilant of their surroundings.
Behind them were four anti-air cannons. These things were useless against fighter jets, but once there were enough of them, even a fourth-generation fighter wouldn't dare to dive through the dense firepower.
Next to the anti-air cannons was a box of shoulder-mounted Stinger missiles. This was the ammunition provided by the UA military as a supplement to Country F's close-range air defense capabilities.
The surroundings were very quiet with only the unique sounds of insects in the subtropical jungle.
The hot temperature easily made people sleepy. In order not to doze off, the two soldiers began to chat quietly.
"How long do you think it will take?"
"I don't know, maybe two months? Or three months. "
"So troublesome … Why am I not from the 14th Division?" The bearded man chased away the butterfly on the rifle as he muttered irritably.
"14th Division? Is it fun to stay with the infected? I remember everyone who goes has to sign a voluntary agreement until the vaccine comes out. Once you go in, you won't be able to come out. "Another young-looking man carried the rifle on his shoulder as he laughed.
"You don't understand." The bearded man grinned as he got closer and whispered, "The cleaner is the king inside, but the cleaner is still a bit dangerous as you often have to deal with the infected. The most popular are those in logistics, the women in the safe zone … Hehe, you can do whatever you want. "
"Whatever, what if I never come out?"
"Then I won't come out," the bearded man said straightforwardly.
"I still have a girlfriend." The breeze blew by as the man glanced at the unharmed bushes and said with disinterest.
"If you go in, you can have a lot of girlfriends," the bearded man mocked.
The two of them, who were joking around, did not notice that a transparent spirit was sneaking past them.
An infrared indicator the size of a button was placed not far behind the two of them. Under the cover of the bushes, the red light was as faint as a beetle perching on a palm tree.
After all the indicators were placed, the Ghost Agent arrived at the edge of the battlefield and left the battlefield in a small helicopter.
On the helicopter, she turned on the communication device.
"The beacon has been placed."
At the same time, ten thousand meters above the ground, the Aurora-20 pilot ended the cruise and turned on the infrared sensor.
"Roger that."
On the black and white screen, dozens of red boxes instantly locked onto the white signal sources.
The pilot checked the radar, confirmed the strike radius and altitude, reached out to open the safety cover, and pressed the red button with his thumb.
"This is Shooter-2, model MXJ-11, begin dropping …"
The bottom of the cabin opened, and the bomb with the red lacquer ring separated from the rack.
Without a dazzling tail flame, it looked like an inconspicuous black dot as it descended from the sky.
When the altitude dropped to 2,000 meters, the outer shell of the bomb instantly disintegrated, releasing the bullet inside the cavity.
They were like seeds scattered by a planter, blooming brightly in the green forest.
It is called Death.
The flames of the explosion covered the forest in the target area without warning. Shrapnel and sparks shuttled through the forest, tearing apart everything within the range of the explosion.
It rained death.
MXJ-11, nicknamed Smallpox, weighed 1,200 pounds, was divided into high-explosive and armor-piercing types, and belonged to the Pan-Asia Cooperation terminal guided cluster bomb … an imitation. An MXJ-11 contained 88 sub-bombs with terminal guidance devices. When it was dropped to a specific height, all the sub-bombs could be released, and under the screening of the intelligent program, all the locked targets in the target area were cleared.
Seventy-four anti-air firepower points were cleared in an instant. The airstrike came from ten thousand meters above the ground, and the sentries didn't even have time to take cover due to the explosion …
Because the light from the explosion was too dazzling, the pilot turned off the infrared sensor and pressed the microphone on his helmet.
"This is Shooter-2. The anti-air firepower points have been cleared. Over."
"Shooter-3, 4, roger that. Close-range attack begins. Shooter-1, 5, the enemy's' birds' are yours. "
"Roger that … Then, the hunt begins."
Four fighters broke through the clouds and dived down from the sky.
…
A series of explosions destroyed all the anti-air firepower of Country F's 21st Division and stunned all the soldiers hiding in the forest.
Without giving them much time to react, the roar of the airstrike approached!
"Enemy aircraft spotted! Dammit, it's firing at our people! Where are our anti-air cannons! We need backup! "Behind the sandbag, the observer screamed into the walkie-talkie.
There was no response.
He wouldn't see that in the barracks of the field command center, the officer wearing a military cap was already lying in a pool of blood. Similar to the deputy and bodyguard lying next to him, there was a bloody hole on his forehead.
And the Ghost Agent, the culprit, had already left.
The whistling of the airstrike responded to the observer's roar. The rifleman who was more than ten meters away from him, under the sweeping of the 27mm machine gun, turned into ashes along with the sandbags that were used as cover.
Then, he saw ten more explosions fall from the sky. The explosions undoubtedly belonged to the FA-50s of Country F's Air Force.
It was the artifact they were proud of. It was a fourth-generation fighter modified by Korea based on the T-50 "Golden Eagle" fighter. It symbolized the friendship between Korea and Country F … but now it was in pieces.
In the direction of Port D, rockets were launched into the sky one after another. Under the desperate gaze of the Country F soldiers, they covered the sky above their position.
But what surprised them was that these rockets didn't cause any casualties to them. It was as if they were muted and only flashed in the air for a moment.
The observer behind cover was about to report the news to the headquarters behind the battle zone, but he was immediately stunned.
The walkie-talkie seemed to be broken.
Not only the radio, but also the GPS, watch, holographic scope, and even his flashlight! All lost their function!
His face was immediately filled with an expression as if he saw a ghost.
In modern warfare, losing information meant losing everything. On the battlefield with a width of ten kilometers, the soldiers who lost their command system were like rats in a cage, waiting for death in the darkness and chaos.
The EMP rockets destroyed all the electronic equipment in the area, and the entire Country F 21st Division was cut off from communication!
At the same time, Moro's 5th Infantry Division began to attack!
The guerrillas had never fought such an easy battle before. Under the stimulation of their own firepower, they charged forward with their rifles as if they were on stimulants. The Country F soldiers who lost communication were like headless flies. Against the attack of thousands of guerrillas, they struggled to fight on their own.
With the roar of the Aurora-20s, the rockets and cannons that were the focus of the airstrikes became a nightmare for the Country F soldiers. Flames wreaked havoc in the subtropical jungle, thirsting for blood that splattered everywhere.
Under the assault of Moro's 5th Division, Country F's 21st Division was utterly defeated!
At the same time, the Celestial Trade Marine Corps landed in a helicopter on the east side of the mountain. 1000 soldiers in kinetic skeletons, with the support of cannons, fighters, and Hummingbird drones, pursued the retreating 15th Mountain Division. Against the agile kinetic skeletons, even if Country F soldiers had the advantage in numbers, they were still at a disadvantage.
It was almost a one-sided battle.
The battle didn't last long. Before the Second Army Ground Force Command could react, the bad news of the collapse of the frontline arrived on Belli's table one after another.
"Retreat! Let the 15th Mountain Division retreat! And the idiots of the 21st Division! Fu * k, a bunch of useless idiots! "Belli angrily slammed his fist on the table. He was so angry that his hat fell off.
The soldier looked at his commander in fear.
"Commander …"
"Why aren't you going?!" Belli wanted to slap this guy to death.
Every second, there were people dying in battle. His heart was literally bleeding.
"The 15th Division is surrounded …"
Belli paused for a moment and swallowed hard.
"What about the 21st Division?"
"The 21st Division … is temporarily uncontactable. Commander? Commander! Where are you going? "
The soldier looked at Belli, who slammed the door, in shock, and the hat that fell on the ground without being picked up.
Belli hastily climbed into his vehicle and rudely urged the driver to take him to the headquarters of the 14th Division stationed in City K. At this moment, the commander's expression was ferocious. His pupils were filled with fear.
Fu * k! This isn't war! This is a massacre!
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