Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

The grief was visible to the naked eye, but it was the contractor convoys transporting the supplies that borne the brunt of the death.

"Not for long."

Even Suzune, who usually kept her opinions to herself, said so. She had already packed her luggage in the dormitory and was ready to leave on a plane at any time.

"Good news, I won't be staying for long."

Asuka pushed the door open and walked in, saying to Raphael, "The task force has begun to act, and it has nothing to do with us."

"I've worked secretly for the CIA before."

"Yes, indeed, but this time the situation is different."

"Same problem. They don't need our help, so there's no need to get involved." Raphael said indifferently.

Rather than working secretly for the CIA, it would be better to find a place to hide and patiently wait for the moment when world war comes.

Feiniao has a daily turnover of millions, so why would they send out any tasks?

"New reports say the rebel guerrillas have been reinforced and have managed to get their hands on anti-aircraft guns."

"It's the same old saying. It has nothing to do with us."

"Yeah, you don't care!"

"Yes, anti-aircraft guns pose no threat to us."

The rebels' next focus will be on the urban area of ​​Sanaa, especially strengthening their control over the neighborhood where the embassy is located.

The T-62 tanks did exist, and informants reported that insurgent armored vehicles had appeared in the city. In other words, the trouble now fell into the hands of the task force.

Even if they got the anti-aircraft guns, what could the rebels do? Would they deploy them in the wild? If they dared to drag them out, according to the arrogant and timid temperament of the elite intelligence officer, they would directly call for air support.

On the drone hovering in the sky outside, there are four AGM-4K "Hellfire" missiles on standby, as well as F-114 "Fighting Falcon" or AC-16 "Air Gunship" ready to be called upon at any time.

The F-16 is an all-weather multi-purpose fighter. The Stingers or anti-aircraft guns in the hands of the rebels have no deterrent effect on it.

Although the AC-130 is a modified transport aircraft platform, it was once shot down by an individual air defense missile in Afghanistan, which forced it to fly only at night.

Under the cover of night, powerful firepower suppression can still be formed against an army composed mainly of light infantry.

Looking at this sloppy camp, most people had already packed their bags and were ready to leave as she had expected.

But surprisingly, the intelligence agent and his team became abnormally busy.

To this end, Luhui monitored their external communications.

A few hours later, she came to the conclusion:

These people have no idea what they are actually doing or what they should do, nor do they know what the future will be like.

Aimless quarrels and buck-passing were the focus of most communications, followed by the desire to destroy any traces of their presence.

Only a small portion of the content falls within the scope of their mission, which is to monitor the movements of resurrected DEA agent Pug Constantine.

The soldier's emotions were relatively stable, but he also expressed a desire to leave this hellhole.

Having seen enough of the dead to roll around in a pile of corpses, it's only natural that they don't care what anyone tells them will happen in the near future, because the orders are always changing.

Apart from that, their minds were filled with the details of how to survive for the time being, observing the land they had just invaded and searching for signs of the enemy's presence.

However, there are still some warmongers who are disappointed that they did not get any combat missions.

When Raphael came out of the camp earlier, he saw someone ask straightforwardly, "No mission?"

Judging from the way he's rubbing his hands together, he must be eager to find two people to kill.

"What's the point of me being here if I can't join the fight."

"The situation changes all the time," the intelligence agent said helplessly. "Now the important thing is to do your job well."

"Without missions, there will be no combat allowances, and the tax-free amount will drop significantly!"

The man's roar could be heard from far away, and those who heard it could only shake their heads slightly and express their understanding, because everyone's situation was different.

Maybe this guy is acting so belligerent and concerned about his allowance because of family financial problems.

Chapter 150 Getting up early

The order to evacuate finally came, and the CIA team looked frustrated, but occasionally there were flashes of excitement.

"Oh shit."

The corporal who had rushed with the humanoid team to rescue the supply convoy spat out a "Puh". He looked back at the agents who were still keeping a secret, and then turned to talk to Raphael:

"They are celebrating the confirmation of the DEA agent's defection."

"Who wouldn't laugh when a colleague causes trouble?"

In the distance, the sound of medium and large-caliber artillery bombardment continued, and rumbling and da da sounds were constantly heard from all around.

Although there was no earth-shaking feeling like that of heavy artillery bombardment at close range, the sound of an artillery battalion firing very close to you was like the sound of someone biting a walnut next to your ear.

There are also different types and differences in the sounds of artillery fire.

Sometimes, they are like water drops in an empty bucket, which makes people feel uneasy; sometimes, they give people the surprising discovery that a small shrapnel flying from nowhere can kill people, and yet it makes such a deafening sound.

Judging from the noise, the Yemeni military seemed to have finally made up its mind to fight another regular field battle with the lawless rebels.

"The shelling is about to end." Asuka walked over and said.

She glanced at the corporal, then ignored the man who had other thoughts.

"We have to rush to Omega Observation Point today to meet up with the cool boys from Team D."

"Do we have a chance to intervene?" Raphael expressed his doubt.

They did not join in the field reconnaissance phase, and now it has reached the execution phase. If they follow in as supplementary forces without understanding the local situation, they are likely to become an obstacle.

"I don't know. This is an order from the task force commander. In theory, we have to obey his orders until the task force is disbanded."

Raphael found the map and found that the Delta Detachment was located at the edge of the southeast corner of the city. The target of the mission was located in the most prosperous area of ​​Sana'a, and the straight-line distance between the two on the map was about 9 kilometers.

Getting into the city is easy, but showing up near the embassy on time is a challenge.

Three SEAL teams have arrived at the designated location and are observing through binoculars.

"The people in Delta should be the backup force," she said, "or they should rush to the scene to rescue people in case of an accident."

"Yes, you are right. That is what General Belloc arranged. There will be green berets accompanying them, just one street away."

"With so many people, they are planning to storm."

Rafael calculated that there were 12 SEAL detachments with 3 people in total; the detachment drawn from Delta, including EOD external aid, was only 9 in total; there was also a Green Beret squadron that provided outer cover.

The force of action within the city can be described as powerful.

The place where Delta settled was very dilapidated. It had been hit by mortars and homemade bombs many times and looked shaky. No one cared about this abandoned three-story building at all.

The reason for their choice was simple: the building could control a long street running north-south and also have a square park of about 80 meters.

To the east was a factory with a not-too-high concrete wall, about two meters high, blocking the middle of their route to the embassy.

Fortunately, part of the building had collapsed in the previous battle, allowing the detachment to enter the factory smoothly and then leave from the other side of the factory without having to risk crossing an empty square or going along the road.

In cities, straight roads and empty squares are death zones.

A machine gun and an infantry squad are all that's needed to control them, especially if they flank the moving column.

Under the sweeping fire of the shooters and heavy machine guns, the walkers would line up in a straight line just right...

The helicopter suddenly appeared on the horizon, with a "bang bang bang bang" sound, then suddenly swung its tail in front of everyone, and then tilted sideways from a high-speed attack state to a nearly stationary state.

What's even more outrageous is that after the pilot performed a high-G force maneuver, he still managed to steadily park the Black Hawk helicopter in the designated "I"-shaped landing area.

As expected of the 160th Special Aviation Regiment, they are really amazing, Raphael thought.

A soldier wearing a helmet and sunglasses jumped out of the cabin and shouted to the humanoid team standing outside the landing zone: "Who is Captain Raphael?"

"it's me."

"Very well, we have been ordered to pick you up and take you to Omega Point."

"Understood," Raphael said, and waved to Fei Niao and the others. They quickly boarded the plane with the help of the crew.

The two pilots, both of whom were warrant officers in the Army, communicated with the mission command center and confirmed the situation. They immediately increased the power of the helicopter's two turbine engines to the maximum.

After adjusting the blade pitch, press the joystick forward slightly to increase the speed of the helicopter as quickly as possible, and then try to get close to the maximum speed allowed by the aircraft at ultra-low altitude.

In this flight, speed and safety were equally important, so the two pilots' attention was almost entirely focused on controlling the aircraft.

To be honest, no pilot would like to do this because the risk is very high.

If you're not careful, the helicopter will crash into the power grid like a fly out of control and smash into pieces.

Maybe in the end even the body won’t be found.

Fortunately, he has an experienced co-pilot with whom he has worked for many years, and there are crew members at the machine gun positions on both sides who can help monitor the airspace around the aircraft, and the anti-collision radar is working.

Flying is only truly safe when the weather is clear.

"What's the weather forecast?" the captain asked, looking at the yellowing skyline.

"Oh no, we're going to run into a sandstorm soon."

The co-pilot listened patiently for a while and then reported back, "They said the speed of the sandstorm is still increasing, and the visibility is predicted to be no more than 800 meters."

"Let's climb. Although the Black Hawk can fly under these conditions, it would be bad if the altitude is too low."

"Sergeant, check their seatbelts and belongings."

"learn."

The sergeant immediately stood up and checked whether the seat belts of the four passengers were fully fastened.

Although he had extensive experience in flying and had to worry about every passenger and cargo, he wanted this flight to go as smoothly as usual more than anyone else.

He saw his colleagues sitting at the portholes on both sides looking at the scenery outside with interest, and somehow the tension in his heart subsided.

The sergeant returned to his position, retracted the MiniGun machine gun into the cabin through the slide rail, and finally closed the porthole to avoid being swept into a large amount of sand and gravel when crossing the sandstorm.

"Here it comes, hold on tight!" the captain shouted into the headset.

The plane began to vibrate and shake, but it kept flying forward.

The two people in the cockpit controlled the flight attitude while checking each other's altimeter, HSI navigation, attitude indicator, and engine working conditions alternately.

Chapter 151: Late to the Party

As early as April 4, the rescue operation was officially approved, and the soldiers who had been waiting for half a month could finally start working.

This is not good news for Raphael and the others.

As the sandstorm rocked them, they were forced to listen to briefings from the task force's mission control center.

At 13:16 p.m. on the th, the first task force departed from the Taranto base air station and flew to Yemen.

Four MC4s and four C130s took off and flew across Egypt.

60 minutes later, an AC-130 gunship joined in and provided escort for an hour.

Two KC-135 tankers took off from an air base in Saudi Arabia at 19:30 and reunited with the fleet over the Red Sea.

After that, the fleet began air-to-air refueling missions so that the mission flight formation could reach the target area.

They flew in high-density formations at night and completed refueling operations even in bad weather conditions.

Some individuals among humans are really amazing and you can't help but admire them.

While listening to the briefing, Raphael looked at the task force's action plan displayed on his handheld PAD. The plane vibrated and shook from time to time to enhance its presence.

After the air-to-air mission was completed, the task force continued to fly towards the target and arrived in northern Yemen in the early morning of the 14th.

At the same time, a ground force consisting of 36 Navy SEALs parachuted 70 kilometers north of Sanaa.

They glided through the rebel lines by high jumps and high sprints, gliding forward 55 to 60 kilometers.

No accidents happened, and everyone opened their parachutes successfully. However, the equipment dropped was blown a little further by the wind.

Fortunately, the Ranger team that infiltrated from the ground in advance completed the recovery for them, and obtained the camouflaged vehicle with the assistance of intelligence personnel.

Everything went smoothly without any problems.