King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga wants to strike at an Iranian volunteer camp...

The whole story about the air defense missiles shooting down the Rainbow 4B was orchestrated by him with the Shah people, just to have an excuse to launch two Heavy Gryphon roaming missiles at a specific location.

Soleimani has been active around Iraq for some time...

Soleimani tried to reach into the upper echelons of Iraq, and Joe Ga tolerated him.

Because Iraq's political leaning doesn't greatly affect him, as long as those grand corrupters still want money, they have to respect Joe Ga.

Soleimani attempted to expand influence in Iraq, using geographical advantages to feed Iranian supplies into Iraq, squeezing P.B's interests in Iraq, which Joe Ga also tolerated.

Because compared to Joe Ga's supplies, even with an extra sea transport cost, his cost-effectiveness is much higher than theirs.

However, Soleimani previously used Syria's arms purchase orders to threaten the 'Professor', and now he's further collaborating with Wagner, trying to bring Russia in to mess things up, which is intolerable...

The Shah Intelligence Agency isn't entirely useless; they still understand the situation of the Iranians operating in Yemen.

The geographical coordinates were provided by the Shah Intelligence Agency, and they also supplied the Rainbow 4B. These guys can't wait to blow those Iranians sky-high.

Six 1000-kilogram Heavy Gryphons, not to mention a camp, even a mountain can be blasted flat!

Joe Ga mobilized so much firepower to express his dissatisfaction with Soleimani from afar!

This serves as a warning to Soleimani; if you keep causing trouble for me, I'll respond with similar measures...

The Houthi Armed Forces are quite capable, but to P.B now, these mud legs really aren't much!

Six Heavy Gryphons begin gliding from ten thousand meters high, after covering nearly 100 kilometers, the rocket boosters at the back start working...

Orange flames erupt, sending the bombs into supersonic state within seconds, rushing towards the designated target with terrifying sonic waves.

"Boom Boom Boom..."

"Boom Boom Boom..."

Six heavy bombs accurately plunge into a camp located in a valley, the intense explosion kicks up clouds of dust, the mountain slopes on both sides collapse, countless boulders form mudslides rolling into the valley, and a few minutes later, this carefully set Iranian camp disappears...

Joe Ga picked up his phone and glanced at the images shot by Shah's drones, he smiled and nodded, tapped a few times on his phone, and sent the images out.

"Devil Bird, how do you feel now?"

"I don't feel anything, because I can't see anything..."

"Then let's go down there and see for ourselves. Gryphon-1 Team is almost there; we'll leave this to them.

Let's check the north, the paratroopers have landed there, and I have 16 small arrows to provide them with some support..."

............

In a hookah bar in Baghdad, Iraq, Soleimani is meeting with an official from the Prime Minister's Office...

While the two were chatting happily, a bodyguard with a serious expression carrying an automatic rifle approached Soleimani with a phone.

Soleimani, being very particular, didn't look at the phone but frowned at his impolite subordinate, then smiled apologetically to the Iraqi official opposite him before finally lowering his head to look at the phone...

Upon seeing the bombing footage on his phone, Soleimani's pupils constricted slightly, then suddenly stood up, adjusted his clothes, and said to the official opposite, "I'm sorry, I have some urgent matters to attend to..."

The official from the Prime Minister's Office stood up and said with a smile, "It's okay, we can take our time discussing our business, Iraq's situation is quite stable now, we're not really in a hurry..."

Soleimani paused, tilted his head to look at the official, and said, "My brother, putting all the country's funds and resources into one person's hands isn't a wise decision."

The slightly overweight official from the Prime Minister's Office smiled and said, "Currently we don't see any issues, after all, the money has to circulate within banks.

Hu Lang's credibility is certainly better than any in America or Europe, because he understands our needs best."

Saying this, the official looked at Soleimani's somewhat stiff expression and smiled, saying, "Iraq is now in recovery!

Hu Lang provided us a smooth supply channel and brought in investment from the United Arab Emirates, meanwhile stabilizing the Kurdish.

Of course, we are willing to stand by our brother government, but what we need now is peace and development!

14 years have passed, from the outbreak of war in '03 to this year, it's already the fourteenth year!

We just want to take a breath..."

Soleimani's eyes flickered, then he politely nodded, turned around, and left the hookah bar...

Once in the car, he pulled out the SIM card from his phone, broke it, and tossed it out of the window, then said to the assistant beside him, "How many people know this number?"

The assistant took out a tablet, checked, and said, "General, this is your contact number for Iraqi government officials, nineteen people know it. Do you need me to arrange an investigation?"

Soleimani closed his eyes, considered for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I underestimated Hu Lang...

Inform the Iranian Intelligence Agency to fully cooperate with that Bayar..."

The assistant was shocked upon hearing this and exclaimed, "Cooperate? That guy just killed over 300 of our people..."

Soleimani nodded slightly and said, "Cooperate!

Hu Lang is warning me, I need to find an appropriate time to have a talk with him!

The position of Yemen is crucial. I need to secure an appropriate status for the Houthi Armed Forces, rather than letting them become the target of strikes in the end."

The assistant listened, helplessly, and said, "So we just let it go like this?"

Soleimani sneered and shook his head, saying, "Enough? No way…

Notify our people to launch a rocket attack on the American warships stationed off the coast of Damascus according to the plan…

These rocket launchers flowing from Iraq into Syria were sponsored to the Iraqi government forces by America back in the day.

They will find out who the real owners of these rocket launchers are!

These shortsighted folks in Iraq need enough pressure to lean towards us!"

Soleimani leaned back in his seat with his arms folded, muttering to himself, "The battle in Yemen should have started…

Can P·B really take Mukalla?

There are nearly 5000 soldiers in there..."

......

"Boom"

A 105mm shell hit a small building, breaking through the second floor's outer wall and exploding inside…

As a heavy firepower point on the seafood market's perimeter went silent, four armored vehicles equipped with large-caliber machine guns began to advance swiftly…

"Bang bang bang bang…"

As the armored vehicles opened fire, large holes appeared on the outer walls of the buildings surrounding the seafood market.

A few men, obviously mercenaries, escaped from the back of a building and then moved through the seafood market…

"RPG, we need RPGs…"

Amidst their shouts, a few RPGs shot out from inside the market, but unfortunately, their rockets were wildly off the mark due to miscalculating the distance.

After discovering the enemy had RPGs, the four armored vehicles didn't immediately choose to accelerate and escape. Instead, they spread out to the left and right, bombarding the market with large-caliber machine guns while waiting for something…

At this point, a vehicle carrying 107 rocket launchers in the rear adjusted the angle of its rocket pods based on reports from the front…

"Six rockets, fire~"

As the rockets exploded in the market, the last bit of resistance inside was shattered…

"Retreat, we are retreating, we've been duped, this is no security battle at all…"

As the people inside the market packed their equipment trying to retreat into the interior of Mukalla City, several 120mm mortars landed inside the market…

'Boom boom boom…'

"Car three and car four confirm the outcome, others block the roads on both sides…"

After firing, the two vehicle-mounted mortars began to shift positions, aiming their barrels towards the city-side of the pier…

"Enemy American tanks spotted, requesting air support…"

"Gryphon Team received, target confirmed, Blue Sword 7 has launched, fire~"

......

Inside Mukalla City, the terrorist leader, Naz, smashed a glass cup, then picked up a phone with no signal and looked at it again, shouting angrily, "Why is it like this?"

These terrorists never expected this; they had never seen such an organized combat.

The synthetic battalion took nearly four hours to fully land, but once the first batch of armored vehicles landed, they immediately launched a fierce attack on the pier.

Al-Qaeda, which had tanks seized from Shah, had armored vehicles and armed Hummers, but facing the efficient synthetic battalion, these disorganized armored targets could not form effective combat power at all.

The synthetic battalion's vehicle-mounted detection radar, and the airborne unmanned airships formed a seamless surveillance network. Against armored targets, often there was no need for direct confrontation; a vehicle-mounted anti-tank missile or a Blue Sword 7 could easily settle the opponent.

Everyone knew the synthetic battalion was the main force, but the terrorists never imagined how terrifying it would be with air force coordination.

The mercenaries from various arms companies, at the last stage, seized most of the media resources.

This gave Al-Qaeda an illusion, as if those well-equipped mercenaries were the protagonists this time, and Mukalla was just a new security battlefield.

But the reality was that the terrorists were terribly wrong…

P·B never intended to fight a symmetrical war with them.

Boss Joe disclosed most of the information, except for the anti-radiation missiles and rocket launchers.

The anti-radiation missiles wiped out Al-Qaeda's air defense capabilities, and the rocket launchers, which had never been displayed since they disembarked, blasted open a path for the synthetic battalion's landing on their first strike.

When the subsequent eight Gryphon-1s arrived, the ground battle was a foregone conclusion…

Sporadic resistance still existed, but the divided and heavily armed outer units couldn't organize at all, and combat power couldn't be discussed.

More interestingly, the landing synthetic battalion didn't even consider entering the city…

Their main goal was to block the roads near the pier and assist the subsequent synthetic battalion landing.

Then completely surround Mukalla City, and only then could those mercenaries play their role…

By then, this would be another Mosul, and Boss Joe wanted to integrate the wills of external forces and the local Yemenis here through live war broadcasting and genuine efforts!