8mi #455 - Chapter 455: Air Raid? No air raid! Because there are no fighter planes!
#455 - Chapter 455: Air Raid? No air raid! Because there are no fighter planes!
Mossad.
Alongside the North American CIA, the Russian FSB, and the English MI6, it is known as one of the world's four major intelligence agencies.
Early morning.
They received a message from Gaza.
The message claimed that, with funding from a major Middle Eastern country, they had hired an elite mercenary force, demanding that the enemy immediately cease persecution, or they would launch a counterattack—if you don't let me live, you won't have it easy either!
"Them?"
Hearing the news, Halevy, the director, burst into scornful laughter.
Five wars.
Each time, this country with only 20,000 square kilometers and a population of over six million unilaterally crushed the Middle East—and that was a multi-national coalition!
Squeezed into a few hundred square kilometers, the guys who can only eke out a living dare to claim to launch a counterattack?
Spending money to hire mercenaries?
Laughable!
As the director of Mossad, Halevy knew his country like the back of his hand.
Under the constant baptism of war, and with the blessing of advanced European and American weapons, they could crush Europe with an equal number of troops—and the mercenaries mainly come from Europe and Africa.
African trash doesn't even need to be mentioned.
Even more vulnerable!
"Counterattack?"
After Halevy's wild laughter, his face suddenly turned grim: "I'll ask for instructions and bomb them again!"
Attempting to resist?
That means they haven't been beaten enough!
Halevy immediately contacted his superiors, claiming that the enemy threatened to launch a counterattack.
How can they tolerate an ant challenging an elephant?
The higher-ups decided to launch a new round of bombing tomorrow to teach those ants a lesson.
… …
The day passed quickly.
Deep underground in the fortifications, Chen Hao breathed in the murky air.
The living environment was very harsh.
You should know that he was still a distinguished guest of the leader, so how do the lowest-level civilians survive?
Millions of people live in a small area of more than 300 square kilometers, lacking fresh water and food, and constantly facing the threat of death.
To survive!
That must be their dream, right?
Not long ago, Song Yang was embarrassed to say that his dream was to find a good job and let his family live a good life—Song Yang felt that, with Chen Hao's transcendent status, this dream was too low-level.
But!
Let alone Song Yang's dream, even Song Yang's poor life, for the people of Gaza…
It is already the greatest dream!
"Sir, someone is looking for you." Someone came to report.
Soon.
A man in plain clothes came in.
Yellow skin, black hair.
"Second Regiment, Third Brigade!" The man lowered his voice.
He didn't address Chen Hao's position, nor did he report his name.
"Come in."
Chen Hao pointed to the seat next to him.
After the other party sat down, he took out a map: "Do you know the opponent's advantages?"
"Air supremacy!" The man said in a low voice.
"That's right."
Chen Hao nodded and pointed to the map: "Here… here… and here! These are the primary targets of the operation, and there will be the strongest communication and monitoring to coordinate your entire operation—including the deployment of drones, you don't need to control them."
"Yes!"
"It must be a beautiful fight!"
"Yes!"
After communicating the deployment, the man asked: "After the primary targets are destroyed, what is the core target? Please instruct!"
"Here!"
Chen Hao circled a target with a pen: "Take it down!"
… …
The night was deep.
The old man came over in a hurry.
"I just got secret news that they… will launch an air strike tomorrow!"
He gritted his teeth: "I don't know how many people… will die in the bombing again."
"Your information is wrong." Chen Hao shook his head.
"Ah?"
"There will be no air strike tomorrow."
"But our mole clearly…"
"Without planes, how can there be an air strike?"
What?!
The old man's pupils shrank instantly.
After a long while, he murmured: "How many… people do you have?"
"Two thousand."
"What?!"
The old man shook his head repeatedly: "Impossible! You don't know how strong they are. Even North America… may not be able to beat them with the same number of people, let alone with such a large disparity in numbers?"
Nearly 200,000 active soldiers.
More than 400,000 reservists!
You're fighting them with two thousand people?
Are you kidding me!
"I didn't say to completely destroy them."
Chen Hao curled his lips and smiled: "Just let you see what modern warfare is."
This is a performance.
To build trust for subsequent cooperation.
Once specific tactical goals are achieved, they can evacuate immediately.
How can foreign legions be allowed to risk their lives for other countries?
"I understand!"
The old man frowned: "But even in a local conflict, your people… won't have a chance—the disparity is too great!"
"Wait and see." Chen Hao chuckled.
"But…"
Suddenly!
A high-level official ran in, glancing at Chen Hao.
"Speak." The old man didn't avoid Chen Hao.
"Just got news!"
The man looked surprised and shocked: "Multiple enemy airports have been attacked, and the two sides are fighting!"
The old man's face changed drastically, and he looked at Chen Hao in disbelief.
Airport?
It is the most important thing for the enemy country.
This means that it must be heavily guarded and almost impossible to break through.
But now…
Directly attacking the airport?
The enemy's military airport is far more than one.
What about the mercenaries?
Only two thousand people.
Attacking multiple airports at the same time, the number of people arranged at each airport will be very limited—how can they win?
The old man asked: "Do you need me to send people to cooperate…"
Even if it's a performance.
After all, they are helping him fight.
"No need."
Chen Hao shook his head: "The new news won't take too long."
… …
Equipped with advanced weapons from North America and Europe.
Plus years of combat.
This is a very powerful army, with combat effectiveness in the forefront of the world.
Pity…
The opponent's equipment surpasses the entire era!
A certain airport.
The raid was launched at one o'clock in the morning.
Hundreds of drones came overwhelmingly.
Thousands of miles away, in a certain military secret base, a group of soldiers are remotely controlling drones using the Beidou system.
In other words.
Mercenaries don't need to control them, saving a lot of manpower.
The dense drones have two tasks.
The first task.
Bombing the planes in the airport.
The second task.
Bombing the armed forces stationed at the airport!
"What is that… damn it!" The soldier exclaimed in Hebrew.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The drone carries a fist-sized bomb.
The specifications are very small.
A little bigger than a grenade.
Boom…
When the bomb landed, a radius of twenty meters was cleared, and there were no living people directly!
After those fighters were hit, the fuel tanks followed suit and detonated, and the fire soared into the sky for a while.
There are many troops stationed at the airport.
They don't know who the enemy is.
I don't know how these enemies crossed the control area and infiltrated near the airport.
These, are not important!
When the garrison rushed out, trying to protect the fighter…
In the dark night, dozens of sniper rifles were named at a distance of hundreds of meters, harvesting heads.
Then.
Two companies of troops entered quickly.
Clearing the field with seven people as a combat team.
That's right!
It's clearing the field!
With drones bombing above and snipers naming names in the dark, even though there are thousands of enemy troops, they are directly stunned.
They have never seen this kind of combat mode.