MTLNOVEL Chapter 1093: The Decision
Joe Ga's politically correct PUA is something most people can't withstand, especially for a bunch of arms dealers and mercenaries; the Yemen battlefield might be the most important battlefield of conscience in their lifetime.
The overwhelming support of public opinion, coupled with the benefits of traffic dividends, made these past merchants of death suddenly feel that their image was not beyond redemption.
Be serious, do the soldiers' job well, and balance propaganda with work as much as possible, so that one can enjoy the glory together after victory.
No one can refuse Joe Ga's proposal if it doesn't entail extra costs.
Thus, representatives of major sponsors followed Joe Ga to the dock and boarded the already started Sea Hawk-43.
They will be stationed on the bathtub number permanently to help coordinate relations between the command and the mercenaries, ensuring that those ad-renegades act as required.
Joe Ga's grand plan targeted them from the very beginning. After Mukalla was besieged, to drive out terrorists without turning the city into ruins needed enough special forces to enter the city for precise pinpoint strikes.
The combined camp's target is too large, and their firepower too ferocious, but putting them in could easily cause collateral damage to civilians, and urban guerilla warfare is not conducive to the combined camp's operations.
Joe Ga's battle plan was to push six combined camps outward to demarcate safe zones as much as possible and summon the infrastructure team of his parents' house in early, using work and income to stabilize the anxious Mukalla.
Coexisting in a city with terrorists is a normal thing in the Middle East, but Joe Ga wanted to use control over electronic signals, high-intensity strikes, and large-scale humanitarian investments to drive terrorists out of the city.
These ad mercenaries are the main force in urban guerilla warfare!
Their every move will be recorded. They don't need Joe Boss to bother managing them; they will strictly demand themselves.
With P.B.'s logistical assistance, the air force's cover, and the combined camp able to rush into the city at any time to rescue them...
These elite mercenaries will be the best striking power!
Fame, fortune, and honor - such an opportunity is rare; anyone still passionate about life can hardly refuse!
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While Joe Boss was giving a pep talk to major sponsors, in the command room of the bathtub number, 'Ching Shan' robotically converted refined and summarized information from his subordinates into orders, quickly deciding the direction of battles around Mukalla.
'Ching Shan' does not need to worry about the details. He needs to control the pace of the attack.
When a problem arises at a particular stage, 'Ching Shan' needs to use orders to keep the combat pace firmly in his grasp.
War is a giant machine. From the front line to logistics, everyone is a component of the machine.
In the past, 'Ching Shan' could only feel and hone through drills, but now he truly felt the pulsation of the war machine.
Deciding life and death for others, whether friend or foe, is a tremendously stressful job.
One hundred rehearsals can't equal the inspect value of one real combat for a commander!
'Ching Shan' held up under the pressure and became increasingly perceptive...
The technical content of amphibious warfare is extremely high. The 071 landing ship is very advanced, but many problems still arose in real combat...
The combined camp is not omnipotent, either. Soft beaches, cratered roads, high-intensity movements in the rear, and low logistical efficiency under high-intensity combat all cause these seemingly tough but troublesome things to stumble.
Discover issues, solve issues, optimize issues - every step in this process is worth more than gold!
'Ching Shan' stood at the command post for a full 12 hours!
From yesterday afternoon at 4 PM until today at 4 AM...
The landing operation of the 071's combined camp is still ongoing. Eight hovercraft are continuously ferrying armored vehicles to the beach.
In real combat, the attack efficiency of the landing ship is far from what it demonstrated during drills.
Several technicians in charge of logistics are a bit frazzled, but 'Ching Shan' doesn't feel much pressure because his attention is elsewhere...
The fall of the military airport meant that terrorists lost their road to connect with the rear...
Currently, the combined camp has achieved absolute superiority at the dock and is clearing out some of the stubborn enemies.
The terrorists realized they couldn't hold the dock anymore, so they sent people out of the city heading north, trying to retake the air base to open up contact with the rear.
Similarly, the Northern Camp in Serap also dispatched personnel toward the airbase.
The enemies in the north can only be left to the air force to handle, but the terrorists striking from within Mukalla require naval artillery to counter them.
What's it feel like for a Chinese person to order the Zumwalt?
'Ching Shan' can't really say, just feeling it's very surreal!
When the Zumwalt's 155 guided shells accurately hit the designated position, blasting a group of terrorists who had ventured out about a kilometer from the city into bits, 'Ching Shan' couldn't help but start clapping...
Then this Chinese commander boldly dispatched the Zumwalt to conduct pinpoint eliminations on several key points around Mukalla...
Even without using the legendary $800,000 per shot missile, the precision of the guided artillery shells is remarkably high.
These two wrecks have ten thousand flaws, but when positioned rightly, they remain top-notch striking power!
Bayar looked at 'Ching Shan' continually ordering the Zumwalt to strike fixed targets. He walked up to Qing Shan's side, shaking his head, and said, "Buddy, your intentions are too obvious. That's enough. Don't make things difficult for our boss.
If you want the Zumwalt performance indicators, just say it directly. Those two broken ships have already been kicked out of America's future plans!"
'Ching Shan' was taken aback and said, "What's America Navy's future?"
Bayar spread his hands and said, "That depends on what the navy wants and what oursponsor's project team can provide…
Currently, the brand-new destroyer plan is still being perfected, but according to my observation, the U.S. Navy is most interested in large missile destroyers in the 13,000-ton class."
Saying this, Bayar looked at 'Ching Shan' whose eyes were shining, and shook his head, saying, "Don't look at me like that. What you need to do now is to wrap up the dock battlefield, minimize our losses and investment.
My boss has already brought observers from major sponsors here. Starting tomorrow, this place will become a real joint command center. Your focus will be on the Northern Camp, not the entire situation anymore."
'Ching Shan' froze for a moment and instinctively said, "This will lower efficiency a lot…"
Bayar slightly shook his head and said, "Those who know my boss well know that he may not be a qualified commander, but he is definitely the man with the most charismatic leadership.
If there is anyone in this world who can keep everyone here respectful and efficient, it must be my boss!
PB has only one leader, and the joint command center also has only one leader!
Directing such a massive military force is thrilling, but it can only happen if my boss gives the nod.
If he doesn't want to give it, no one can take command!"
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Chameleon called his guys and sent a few wounded soldiers onto the helicopter…
After the helicopter safely took off and flew away, Chameleon walked into the control tower…
Seeing 'Monkey' bare-chested, having the chaotic wounds on his arm stitched by two medics, Chameleon walked over and sat down wearily next to him, saying, "Bro, you're seriously hurt. You should go back…"
During the previous battle, 'Monkey' was trapped and besieged by heavily armed troops due to the stupidity of the Shah Drone, and a few shards of unknown origin left crisscross wounds on his arm…
Jazz Squad, who faced the same plight as Night Tiger, also had everyone injured, but perhaps due to the favor of Lady Luck, no one died as a result.
The two most severely injured had only sustained blast shocks resulting in level 2 concussion injuries, showing symptoms of internal bleeding, and they've been taken away by helicopter.
'Monkey' looked at Chameleon, who was concerned about him, and laughed heartily, saying, "Just a minor injury, I'm not leaving!
Boy, I'm quite happy right now!
I want to see how the war will develop in the end; I want to know if we can really do it!"
Saying this, 'Monkey' looked at the strangely-expressed Chameleon, waved his hand, and said, "I've already informed the boss, you will return to Djibouti tomorrow, and then there will be a special plane to take you home!
Kid, your mission is complete…
Forget those bad experiences and turn the good ones into lessons for others!"
Chameleon, looking at 'Monkey's wounds, with slightly reddened eyes, said, "Brother, aren't you really going back? Your families are still there…"
"Monkey" listened and waved his hand, saying, "Go back? When I can't fight anymore, I'll go back!
All of us old brothers have waited a lifetime, we have to get enough of the thrill before going back!
And in the meantime, we can also take care of the trainee squads and those Special Forces Squadron guys risking their lives in Africa."
Chameleon froze for a moment, instantly understanding what 'Monkey' meant…
These old soldiers planned to root themselves in PB, absorb enough experience and nutrients, and then use their experience to take care of the soldiers coming here for training in the future.
The experiences of Rabbit Squad and that Special Land Forces were once unsatisfactory…
Rabbit Squad received too much care, and the mostly unsupervised Special Land Forces ended up staying in PB's system for too long, with their combat habits slowly drifting away from their homeland's system.
These issues all require someone to coordinate!
The legendary Three Chickens have no idea how to take care of their own people, either overprotecting or letting go, and without special warfare experience, they can't grasp the scale. In this area, no one is more suitable than Night Tiger!
Understanding the plans of 'Monkey' and the others, Chameleon nodded heavily and said, "Brother, I understand!"
'Monkey' saw that Chameleon indeed understood, he gritted his teeth and stretched his body, took a badge out of his pocket amidst the medics' scolding, and shoved it into Chameleon's hand, saying, "Once you go back, you'll be scattered, and when you see someone wearing this badge inviting you, go with them!
That's the best unit in the country, and you are the best soldier, you should be in the best unit!"
Chameleon listened and nodded heavily, saying, "Rest assured, I will definitely go…"
'Monkey' waved his hand, signaling Chameleon to get busy with his things. Soon, the deputy team leader 'Black Panther' walked to his side and sat down…
"Boss, did that kid agree?"
'Monkey' nodded slightly, then looked at 'Mountain Demon' who was pacing not far away, expressionless, saying, "That sniper, Mountain Demon, is a man of loyalty. You should go and talk to him…
The old chief gave a dead order, we've got to snag at least two…"