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Chapter 2493 For the sake of the Federation, I'll lend a hand to my brother (Second update, please subscribe)
This was a complete nightmare!
What was originally a simple rescue mission turned into a series of devastating losses!
In contrast, their counterparts in Colombia carried out hostage rescue operations without any losses, unlike what is happening now.

Not only did they get caught up in it, but the rescue team that came to rescue them also got caught up in it.

We're all special forces, so why is there such a big difference between us?
We didn't notice it during regular joint exercises!

The atmosphere was extremely tense when shouts of rescue helicopters being shot down echoed dozens of kilometers away at the British Army's Lebanon Front Command. Through the screen in the operations command room, the red tracers of the rescue helicopters could be seen as they were shot down—images provided by reconnaissance drones.

The staff officers, who had just been discussing rescue plans in hushed tones, fell silent instantly, and all eyes were fixed on Commander Major General Alan Thorne.

This British Army Major General, as the British Army's frontline commander, was in charge of nearly 20,000 British troops in Lebanon, marking the largest military operation Britain had deployed overseas since World War II.

He was initially confident that he would lead the British army to a glorious victory in Lebanon, but little did he know that the military operation had not even begun.

Because they were "helping" the Americans, they ended up losing hundreds of British soldiers who fell into a trap!
Major General Thorne's hands were pressed against the table. He watched the burning helicopter on the screen, watching the British rescue team become the rescued, being dragged out of the helicopter.

But what's even more deadly?
The surrounding area was densely packed with areas where armed groups were active.

A deathly silence fell over the command center, broken only by the ticking of the clock, each tick like a hammer blow to the hearts of everyone present. Hundreds of British troops were trapped, and 12 rescue helicopters had crashed—the worst losses for British forces since their arrival in Lebanon.

The biggest problem is—the war hasn't even started yet!

A young staff officer couldn't help but speak up:
"General, we must send reinforcements immediately! The armored units can be assembled within half an hour!"

"Half an hour..."

Major General Thorne abruptly looked up, staring at the screen, and said:

"This is just the beginning!"

He pointed to the mountain road on the map and said:
"From the base to the valley where they crashed, it's 50 kilometers in a straight line on the map, but these red dotted lines mark the winding mountain roads, so the actual distance is over 150 kilometers. There are several villages and towns controlled by militants along the way, and our armored vehicles would be sitting ducks if they drove through them."

Unless we launch a full-scale attack now, sending a small squad there would be nothing short of suicide!
He paused, his voice lowering.

"The helicopter... What just happened shows that that airspace is a death trap."

Everyone fell silent. On the screen in the command center, it was clear that the number of militants was still increasing; they were still attacking relentlessly. Major General Thorne suddenly remembered something and quickly walked to the intelligence officer:

"Where are our Death drones? Take them up immediately and use them for an air strike!"

“General, our drones have not yet been deployed in the air. Even if they take off now, it will take 20 minutes to reach their destination. They may not be able to hold out for that long.”

The intelligence officer's answer was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last remaining hope in everyone's eyes. Major General Thorne closed his eyes, his fingers tapping lightly on the map—he knew that now only one path remained.

At this point, the only option is to ask friendly forces for help.

"Receive the command ship 'Shenshan'."

Major General Thorne walked to the communications station and personally put on the headset. Soon, General Gu Changchuan's voice came through:

"Allen, I already know about your situation. You're in quite a bit of trouble."

Gu Changchuan did not point out that this was a military operation without authorization from the Allied Command! This was already giving the British a lot of face.

"General, I need your help."

Major General Thorne set aside his British arrogance and spoke earnestly:
“Your drones have been carrying out missions in the air, and there must be other drones in the nearby airspace. If you want to clear a path for us, I would also like to ask you to send armed helicopters to assist us in rescuing the stranded personnel. That airspace is too dangerous for general aviation helicopters.”

The British Army has never equipped itself with dedicated attack helicopters, not because it doesn't need them, but because they are too expensive.

After a moment of silence, Gu Changchuan said:
I understand your predicament.

Then there was a full half minute of silence on the communication channel. Just when Major General Thorne thought he was about to be rejected, Gu Changchuan's voice rang out again:

“I will help you. After all, we are the coalition. Regardless of whether this operation is a coalition command-wide operation, as the coalition commander, I will be responsible for the lives of all coalition soldiers. I will mobilize all available resources to rescue them... Well, the live feed will be synchronized to your command center.”

what!
Use all available resources to rescue them!

Major General Thorne suddenly became excited, and the staff officers in the command room also showed excited expressions. Gu Changchuan's voice carried a hint of teasing:
"Allen, next time you send the SAS deep behind enemy lines, remember to let us know beforehand. After all, in this godforsaken place like Lebanon, we're comrades, aren't we?"

His tone was joking, but he knew very well that friendly forces had to be rescued, especially multinational forces like this.

Even if our allies are a bunch of idiots.

After all, only by maintaining the unity of friendly forces can we ensure that the British will be willing to play their role in this military operation in the future.

So... even though the British were doing their own thing there, those who needed to be rescued still needed to be rescued.

This is for the sake of unity within the coalition forces; otherwise, it would only affect the next stage of military operations. Moreover, after this setback, the British will understand that this is a coalition force, and everyone must act together, instead of allowing those who are not part of the coalition to give misguided orders from the outside.

"Thank you, General. We are ready to obey your orders at any time."

The atmosphere in the command room instantly became lively. People looked at the valley, where the situation had become even more dangerous. Under the cover of machine guns and mortars, they looked as if they were about to tear apart the British defenses.

While the British were on tenterhooks, at the SEA temporary artillery position 60 kilometers from the valley, six Destroyer multiple rocket launcher systems were already pointing into the sky. This multiple rocket launcher system is different from the Thunderstorm rocket launcher. It is not only highly automated, but also adopts a modular design. The launcher frame and the rocket storage box have the same function of storage and launch. After launch, they are discarded.

它可以发射三种型号的固体推进剂火箭弹：每个吊舱20发的127毫米火箭，每个吊舱9发180毫米和每个吊舱6发240毫米火箭弹。

This advanced multiple rocket launcher system, which integrates an automated firing command system, has only been in service for two years.

At this moment, the operator stared at the constantly changing coordinates on the screen. The real-time footage transmitted back by the drone clearly showed that densely packed militants were compressing the British defenses from three directions, and the militants were breaking through their lines.

After completing the data input, the gunner pressed the fire button.

In an instant, flames shot into the sky from the rocket artillery position. The first wave of six rockets streaked across the sky with white plumes. Unlike ordinary rockets, the six 240mm rockets did not fly along a conventional trajectory. Instead, they flew into the air and corrected their flight path based on the input data.

这是240毫米火箭最大的特点——它是卫星制导弹药，而不是普通的无控火箭。它具备70公里范围内的精确打击能力。它的圆概率偏差在35公里射程上为10米，在70公里射程上小于22米。

In a way, it's a miniature missile!
At the same time, four armed helicopters took off from Beirut International Airport, their Hellhound missiles gleaming under their fuselages. They formed a formation with six Black Hawk helicopters carrying rescue teams and four Chinook helicopters, and sped toward the valley where the British troops had crashed.

John looked up at the sky; he had already learned through the encrypted channel that the artillery strike was imminent. Listening to the countdown in his headset, he shouted:

"Everyone, hide..."

The instant his words fell.

"Boom—Boom—Boom!"

A muffled roar suddenly echoed through the sky as six rockets, like meteorites falling from the heavens, accurately struck the area where the militants were gathered. Unlike ordinary rockets that explode upon landing, these satellite-guided munitions detonated in the air, accompanied by a chilling tremor.

The first rocket exploded at the eastern mountain pass, its warhead instantly splitting into hundreds of cluster munitions, each detonating again in mid-air—18000 tungsten steel balls, each 3 millimeters in diameter, rained down like a black storm, sweeping across the battlefield at 1500 meters per second. The militants exposed on the ground didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were riddled with holes by the steel balls, their clothes and flesh torn open, blood splattering onto the rocks, instantly forming a blood-red mist.

The militant group on the west side suffered an even more horrific attack. Tungsten steel balls pierced the thin steel plates of the pickup trucks, passing through the drivers' bodies as easily as paper. The out-of-control pickup trucks crashed together, triggering a chain of explosions. One militant was hit in the head by a steel ball; as his skull shattered, his arm was also broken. The dense hail of bullets instantly obliterated more than ten people.

Those militants hiding behind the rocks were not spared either; steel balls drilled through the cracks in the rocks, piercing their bodies, and screams of agony filled the air.

John looked up, and the sight before him sent chills down the spine of even this battle-hardened veteran: the once densely packed group of militants was now sparsely scattered, the ground littered with mangled corpses and twisted limbs, the wreckage of pickup trucks billowing black smoke, their tires shattered by steel balls, resembling limp, monstrous beasts. Mohammed's command vehicle window was shattered by a steel ball; he cowered under the seat, his earlier arrogance completely gone.

"My God, this, this is..."

Halberstam asked, his face pale and his voice trembling. John didn't answer; he didn't know either. At the same time, he heard explosions coming from the woods—drones attacking a base deep within the forest.

Although the trees obscure people's view, they cannot block the thermal imager of the Reaper drone. This state-of-the-art reconnaissance instrument can expose targets beneath the forest.

Under the attack of missiles and rockets, machine gun positions hidden in the forest were destroyed one after another, and the fleeing armed personnel were constantly attacked.

Faced with such a devastating blow, the remaining militants, like stray dogs, jumped into pickup trucks, trying to escape this land of death.

But how could death in the sky give them a chance? At this moment, armed helicopters had arrived on the battlefield. The firepower of the helicopters' 30mm cannons was like the scythe of death, blowing up pickup trucks as they fled.

John heard the voices of his allies through his earpiece:
"Condor Squad, this is 'Reaper' squadron. We have arrived at the battlefield. Please prepare for evacuation..."

(End of this chapter)