Chapter 226: A Slap to His Face (Part 1)

Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Brother Han, they’ve sent out their armored forces. Should we go up and give them a show?” Tang Rui said excitedly to Han Shu when he saw the red dot on the sand table.

“No, no, no, we can’t destroy this armored force anymore,” Han Shu quickly shook his head.

This armored force could be said to be the most elite force of the other party. If they went up, they would directly destroy the other party.

Then what was the point of fighting?

The other party would probably pack up and go home.

“What do we do now?”

“Not far from this armored unit. We will attack the allied forces behind us. We cannot let them charge into the city.”

War was war, but there was nothing wrong with depleting the enemy’s strength.

However, civilians could not be involved.

Especially since Sudan was an ally of China. They couldn’t cheat our ally like the Americans, or they’d lose their credibility.

Therefore, these allied forces had to be destroyed.

He couldn’t let them enter the city.

Otherwise, they would be in a passive position.

“Okay, then use the rocket launcher.”

Tang Rui also understood Han Shu’s meaning after listening. Since he wanted to destroy all the enemies, then he could only cover them with firepower.

“Yes, the range is sufficient, and the power is sufficient. Against these tribal armed forces without armor protection and only with pickup trucks, we can completely destroy them.”

After Han Shu finished speaking, he clicked on the rocket artillery unit on the holographic projection.

Then, he gave them an order.

The rocket artillery unit began to adjust the firing direction according to Red Lotus’s calculations.

“Anchored Elements.”

“Lock complete.”

“Fire.”

Whoosh whoosh…

A row of rocket launchers opened fire at the same time. The trajectory left behind by the rockets drew a pontoon bridge in the sky.

Tang Rui, who was suffering from a terminal phobia of insufficient firepower, had already considered how to deal with large-scale enemies when designing the rocket launcher. Therefore, firepower had to be sufficient.

Each of these rocket launchers could fire 36 rockets. These rockets could cover an area of 10,000 square meters, effective against all personnel except special composite armor that was more than 200 millimeters.

No one could survive under such firepower, even if they hid in the trenches.

On the other side, the tribal armed forces drove the pickup truck and led the people to charge towards the city behind Hada. As the vehicle moved at high speed and the road conditions were poor, some people fell down on the way.

However, the higher-ups of these tribes didn’t seem to care.

They were afraid that other tribes would enter the city first. If that happened, they would have fewer things to snatch.

They wouldn’t take it.

In their eyes, they were not going to fight.

They were there to plunder.

As for the war, it was a piece of cake. As long as someone stopped them from stealing things, they would shoot them with their guns.

It was either the enemy or them.

One would have to die.

As they moved forward, BBC’s war correspondents were ready. They set up their cameras and aimed at the Sudanese army outside the city, ready to film their ugly behavior.

War was a method, and so was propaganda.

They were very experienced in this aspect, and they had even devised a complete plan.

“It’s coming, it’s coming. Hurry up and turn on the live broadcast signal,” he anxiously said to his cameraman colleague on the roof as he looked at the pickup truck fleet in the distance.

The cameraman immediately turned on the camera.

He aimed at the war correspondant.

“Hello, everyone in front of your TV’s. I’m Kelly. I’m currently in a Sudanese city, where a resistance movement is about to erupt here.

“According to the information we received, the local tribes are very disgusted with the tyranny of the Sudanese government, and due to their excessive exploitation of the local natural resources, the living environment of the local tribes has become increasingly difficult.

“It appears that they had no choice but to pick up weapons and defend their freedom.”

The war reporter used his skillful words and began to whitewash the local tribal soldiers.

They were not anti-government forces.

They were not terrorists.

They were just a group of soldiers who wanted to fight against tyranny, against wanton slashing, to protect their homeland, and to embrace freedom.

Look at that.

How skilled was that?

“Look, everyone. They’re about to arrive and start exchanging fire with the dictatorial government forces. Although their equipment is very outdated, they have a free…”

Before the reporter could finish his sentence.

In the distant sky, many small black dots appeared.

Then…

These black dots plunged into the charging tribal armed forces and exploded continuously.

Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions followed the fire.

Debis and smoke from the explosion mixed, engulfing the entire area and enveloping all the tribal armed forces in a massive dust cloud.

One second.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Rockets continued to fall out of the sky, and the entire area was ravaged.

The rumbling did not stop.

It was only after twenty seconds that the deafening booms that resounded throughout the battlefield finally stopped.

As the smoke dissipated, the battlefield was silent.

“Get the soldiers to attack and capture all the enemies who haven’t died yet,” the Sudanese military officer said to his adjutant.

“I’ll arrange it now,” the adjutant nodded and turned to leave.

In fact, he had really thought of running away just now, but in the end, he chose to persist.

If the long-range fire support that the higher-ups mentioned did not appear, it would only spell death for the brigade.

He had no choice.

Their numbers were too low..