Don't talk about martial arts, I'm a war contractor

Chapter 485: Reflex, no martial ethics
"Calling cow, this is weasel, how are you doing now."

Xia Yu used a spoon to mix the shredded pork with green pepper and the cooked rice together. He had only taken two bites when he contacted the Cow crew that took off from Zhufei.

Because the key nodes are uncertain, and only one air strike unit is deployed this time, partner refueling is not possible, so there must be an air refueling unit to ensure the Red Fighting Falcon's stay in the air time.

"Cow received, we have entered the airspace of Zaode and will enter the southwest area of ​​Libya at 3 pm."

Looking at the information displayed by the onboard navigation, the cow replied on the radio.

"Calling the tube-nosed bats, you and the horseshoe bats take off at 4 p.m."

"Yes, boss!"

For long combat missions, it is safer to use two pilots.

The tube-nosed bats and horseshoe bats at the border take turns on combat readiness duty and are ready to go into battle at any time.

After a round of communication, Xia Yu had almost finished his lunch. The two platoons of the village protection team continued to return to the target camp to clean up the battlefield, while the formal employees sat in a circle around the boss.

The tactical tablets in their hands were playing the images broadcast by CH-4, and the sand dune that the optoelectronic head was aimed at was the next target.

"There is no oasis within a few kilometers of the target location, but the arsenal has water and electricity. It is almost a small bunker. There is no landmark here. No wonder satellites and airplanes can't find it. I can only say that these Tuareg people are worthy of being nomads in the desert."

Xia Yu introduced to everyone.

"The Sea Eagle crew monitored this sand dune for several hours. In addition to the main building of the arsenal, they also found several auxiliary buildings nearby. The Tuaregs also dug a dozen sand pits themselves. It is possible that tanks and short-range anti-aircraft missiles are hidden inside."

After the Coordination of Azawad found this arsenal in the desert, it has used all the weapons and equipment it could over the years, and now it is fighting a desperate battle.

Except for the Scud, other weapons like tanks and infantry fighting vehicles, as long as they have not been sold, may appear this time, so they must be cautious.

"Mongoose, these pictures were taken by drones. They show the safe routes their convoys took. All vehicles can only break through from these routes to avoid running over anti-tank mines."

Xia Yu sent the map to Hans, and then distributed it to the captains and drivers of each vehicle.

There were many things in the armory, of course, all kinds of mines. He didn't believe that the other party didn't leave some surprises for him.

"That's the situation for now. Everyone go down and get ready. We'll have afternoon tea at 3: pm and then set off."

Xia Yu stood up and said.

Lao Wu prepared a feast in the outpost camp, but they could only enjoy it after they captured the Tuaregs and the target arsenal.

"Yes, boss!"

Everyone stood up and responded, then quickly dispersed to go about their own business.

Alikanna and others on the other side were also very nervous at the moment. They knew that the concentrated fire defense would definitely chase them, and they had to inflict heavy damage on the enemy here.

A felt mat lay on the sand beside the pickup truck, flames licked the bottom of the teapot, boiling water was poured into the cup with several spoonfuls of sugar, and the wrinkled tea leaves unfurled.

It is said that British people love to drink tea, and people in northern Filipinos are no exception. The desert people who cannot eat fresh vegetables and the nomadic people on the grasslands all rely on tea to supplement vitamins.

The fire defense force, which has no shortage of these, only drinks coffee and carbonated drinks. A semi-automatic coffee machine is a bit too much, but can you believe that Xia Yu moved the beverage machine to the front line?
"It would be even better if there was beer, but you can't fight a war while drinking."

Kuhn said regretfully.

He prefers liquid bread to Fanta.

"It will be there after the fight. Foxbat brought back 10 barrels of draft beer the night before yesterday, saying they were for tonight's celebration."

The second-generation quoll revealed the inside information.

He and Li Deling are from the same hometown. He cannot ask what weapons the company's transport planes are carrying, but he will definitely be the first to know what food and drinks are carried.

"Draft beer? That's awesome!"

Kuhn's face was full of anticipation, because he had been deployed abroad for a long time, and he came directly to Libya after returning from Europe this time. His craft beer workshop in Bogo Village had long been handed over to professionals for management.

I didn't expect that even draft beer with a very short shelf life has been developed. He will drink at least three drafts tonight.

As for now, of course, under the leadership of the boss, we are severely punishing those Tuareg people.

"Om~~"

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the armored convoy fully fueled and fully ammunition set off first, followed by Xia Yu and the Hanhaoniao crew.

Relying on the short wings of the old doe, they were waiting for someone.

"Calling the boss, this is the tube-nosed bat, we have entered the airspace of Libya."

The Red Fighting Falcon's call came over the onboard radio, followed closely by the Cow crew.

"set off!"

"Wow~Wow~~"

The two fuselages had many different details, but the modified Mi-24Vs, which vaguely resembled the outline of a doe, took off one after the other and quickly chased after the armored convoy that had set off earlier.

It gets dark quickly in northern Philippines in winter, and just as the sun was setting, the deadly concentrated fire defense appeared again in the field of vision of the observation post.

"They're coming!"

Alicanna put down the walkie-talkie and turned to talk to Taiquidda.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you in the armory."

As Lao Tai spoke, he took off the blue scarf that had been wrapped around his head.

This thing can't be worn with a gas mask on your head, let alone fighting with mustard gas.

Each side had its own division of labor. Tequidda led several hundred people from the Azawad Coordination Movement in the arsenal to fight against the concentrated fire defense that wanted to break in.

Alicannas and his main force stayed outside, some of them launched surprise attacks, and some of them lured the enemy into pursuit. In short, the goal was to divide the enemy into two parts and annihilate them.

As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. The underground arsenal left by Gaddafi has two exits. People who retreat into the arsenal from the main passage can also come out from the other side.

Then they would break up the whole into smaller units and disperse the militants into tribes of all sizes. Alikana would go to Tripoli himself to apologize and put the main responsibility on the Azawad Coordination Movement, and the matter would be over.

Aren't you good at concentrated fire defense? Even if you can still pull out a team after being beaten half to death, you can't point your guns at innocent Tuareg civilians, right?

It is indeed an easy plan, and Concentrated Fire Defense really cannot do this. But the problem is that you are a bunch of rabble, some of whom are even your former defeated opponents. Can such a combination really deal a devastating blow to a top PMC company in the industry?
You will know after the battle. After crossing a high sand dune, the leading Leclerc UAE just showed up.

"Hey~~"

A Persian suona was shot out from a sand dune 3 kilometers away and flew towards the target at a rapid speed under the guidance of the laser beam.

"Puff~puff~~"

The Red Cheetah was located in the radar blind spot and the blind spot for shooting and could not respond, but the tank's built-in active defense system locked onto the anti-tank missile and fired two interceptor missiles from the left front launcher.

"Dong~~"

The T-80U following closely behind immediately responded with a 125mm gun-launched missile.

"Boom~~"

A missile that flew over 3 kilometers and accurately hit the target wiped out an entire anti-tank team. This is also the advantage of Soviet tank guns. Except that the Soviets seem to have developed extended-range missiles, the Western 120mm smoothbore guns do not have gun-launched missiles.

But there are no artillery-launched missiles, so the infantry fighting vehicles have to take over at this time.

The Weasel S30 in the third position fired a genuine cornet directly.

"Boom~~"

An anti-tank team that was still aiming in the distance was sent into the sky by this multi-purpose cornet equipped with a 9M133F-1 thermobaric warhead.

At this distance, the machine guns were still a bit powerless, and only missile bombardment could be effective. Fortunately, they quickly approached the enemy.

"Dong~dong~dong~~"

The rhythmic roar of machine guns rang out, and those pickup trucks and trucks that were not hidden were ruthlessly pierced by pre-made tungsten balls, until all the vehicles fled in the commander's periscope.

"Wow~Wow~~"

The two armed helicopters arrived late, and the roar of machine cannons and Gatling guns complemented each other, making Ali Kanna's eyes bloodshot.

"Quick, where are our anti-aircraft missiles? Quickly shoot down these two armed helicopters for me."

He quickly ran to his pickup truck, holding the walkie-talkie and giving orders to the anti-aircraft crew.

The Sidewinder anti-aircraft missiles of the Tibetans are their last resort. Ordinary portable anti-aircraft missiles are really ineffective.

But on a sand dune in the distance, several people lifted the felt cloth, revealing the only remaining anti-aircraft vehicle underneath.

"Drip~~"

There was no search radar, but the two armed helicopters were visible to the naked eye. The Ku-band target indication radar on the launch unit was turned on and began to lock...

"Du~du~du~~"

"Hey~~"

The Red Fighting Falcon, 15 kilometers away from the arsenal, detected radar waves that were not its own and fired an LD-10 anti-radiation missile directly from under its left wing.

This missile, with a range of up to 80 kilometers, follows the radar waves of the Sidewinder launch unit and its speed climbs to a maximum speed of Mach 4 in the blink of an eye.

"Hey~~"

The Longbow Crossbow had just locked onto the front position, and the Sidewinder launcher that fired the first missile was still providing continuous guidance, but a missile that fell from the sky instantly appeared in front of it.

"Boom~~"

The LD-10's warhead weighed only 20 kilograms, which directly destroyed the entire launch unit along with the vehicle and the missile. The Sidewinder missile that had already been fired also lost its accuracy and passed by the Cuckoo crew at a distance of 100 meters.

"They really have some short-range anti-aircraft missiles hidden away. Unfortunately, facing anti-radiation missiles, no matter how many anti-aircraft vehicles there are, they are just targets."

Xia Yu said coldly.

The turned-on radar is like a flashlight, and the beam can be seen from a long distance. This is because anti-radiation missiles are relatively expensive, otherwise they would be extremely accurate.

"Fighter jet, or reconnaissance and strike drone?"

Alikana, who had just stepped on the accelerator and driven into the main passage of the armory, saw this scene and almost broke out in a cold sweat.

What kind of PMC company is this? How come they even have anti-radiation missiles?

If there is a need for anti-air defense and the target customers can afford it, private military contractors can buy it. If not, there is simply no need.

For example, Gena, which originally had no demand, recently submitted a report to purchase a few rounds and brought them to Beifei. Because the financial backers behind the two factions have increased their aid, the PMC companies that take on the work also have to upgrade accordingly.

Otherwise, it would be Germany's Su-24 and MiG-29 that were shot down.

"I'm Ali Canna. Something happened outside. The enemy has anti-radiation missiles. Our Sidewinder was shot down."

He quickly contacted Lao Tai in the armory, who had already changed into a one-piece protective suit and was ready to fight against the concentrated fire defense.

"What? Damn it, have our people been evacuated?"

Taiquidda asked hurriedly in fear.

"In addition to the tank crews that ambushed their convoy, there were more than a dozen anti-tank teams. All those who could be evacuated have been evacuated."

"Then..."

"Dong~~"

Before Lao Tai could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud noise and a short vibration.

I saw a thick bullet penetrate the sand layer of more than ten meters, and then easily penetrated the rock layer of nearly 5 meters, and then fell into the No. 1 ammunition warehouse of the arsenal.

The Azawad Coordination Movement militants hiding in a platoon here were startled.

What the hell is this?

Just as they were curiously looking at the long and thick projectile...

"Boom~~"

The delayed fuse detonated the thermobaric warhead of the YL-5 (temporary) bunker buster. The flames detonated the least valuable bullets in the arsenal, and the shock wave poured into the passage from the gate and into the separated warehouses one after another.

Next door, more than 200 people escaped the burning flames, but unfortunately they could not escape the fate of suffocation due to lack of oxygen.

This is the power of a 2000-pound bunker buster. Go deep into the tiger's den and capture the arsenal, warehouse by warehouse. This is the only way to get what's inside.

But what if Xia Yu doesn’t want it?
The lives of the guys are more important than outdated military equipment, even if they can still be sold for tens or hundreds of millions.

The Tube-Nosed Bat crew flying over the arsenal dropped the second YL-5, a bunker-buster designed to rival the third-generation Paveway GBU-24A (BLU-109 bunker-buster warhead).

Ordinary 2000-pound aerial bombs are fine for bombing self-built houses, but they cannot blow up fortress-like buildings like the former Soviet Union's. In such cases, bunker-buster bombs are needed.

Lao Mei is an expert in this field. After the GBU-24A, it successively developed the GBU-28 and the MOP giant bunker buster.

Except for the bunker-buster bombs used for bombers, Xia Yu can print other models. But his hometown, which is also focusing on this direction, has sent samples, so of course he has to make use of such a good opportunity.

"Dong~~"

With a dull sound as it hit the ground, the second YL-5 also penetrated the sand layer without any obstruction, penetrated the rock layer, and reached the interior of the arsenal.

The key point was that this missile unfortunately landed in the large warehouse where the Scud missile vehicles were parked.

"Boom~~"

A loud explosion came from underground.

Xia Yu in the air didn't feel anything, but Hans and the others on the ground felt an earthquake.

The power of the simultaneous explosion of more than a dozen Scud missile launchers along with cans of liquid fuel propellant was enormous. Taiquidda, who was safe from the first missile because of the long distance, lost the protection of the pearl. The only thought left in his mind was that Xia Yu was unethical, and he lost all consciousness and was directly vaporized.

And, of course, there was the tens of millions of dollars in operating funds of the Azawad Coordination Movement that he always carried with him.

The sealed canisters containing mustard gas were also torn apart by the shock wave. More than ten tons of poisonous gas quickly spread throughout the entire arsenal, turning it into a true resting place.

(End of this chapter)