King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The rescue mission included Joe Ga, Dorian, Karman, as well as Sanderson from Team B and "Impact".

Joe Ga's idea was simple; it was absolutely impossible to take the streets and the twisted paths of the civilian area were even less of an option. Instead, they would create a thoroughfare between the houses. Discover more content at empire

In reality, the Rangers were only about 600 meters in a straight line from the Mosque, so this approach would theoretically be more efficient and safer.

Antar, serving as the rear commander, compared satellite imagery with her own drone reconnaissance images, and found a relatively safe entry point for Joe Ga and his team. She then marked suitable locations for explosives on the houses to allow the team to move quickly from one to the next without lingering on the streets.

Joe Ga quietly prepared dozens of Gas Grenades and smoke grenades and packed them in his backpack, then reminded the others to bring their gas masks.

Karman brought an automatic grenade launcher with a bandolier of grenades slung across his body.

Dorian left all his hand grenades in the Mosque and replaced them all with Flashbang Grenades.

"Impact," while everyone was sorting out their gear, cut the large blocks of C4 into small strips and prepared a full bag of C4.

When Joe Ga announced it was time to go, the impatient Sanderson was the first to stand up. He claimed the Vanguard position and quickly left the Mosque's back door, circled around to the left, and under the cover of night, crossed a street to enter a house.

There were terrorists in virtually all the houses near the Mosque, and as soon as Sanderson entered, a firefight broke out.

Sanderson threw a grenade into a room on the first floor while Dorian, who kept watch on the second floor, shot a terrorist in the shoulder and knocked him into the room.

"Boom!"

Following the grenade's explosion, the squad quickly entered the building.

Hearing shouts from the houses on either side, Joe Ga signaled Sanderson to continue leading the way. As they approached the back door, Joe Ga threw a Gas Grenade into the house they had just passed.

The idea was to prevent terrorists from occupying the house after they left; he intended to not only blow a path through but also leave a trail of gas to ensure no enemies were inside when they returned.

Joe Ga's use of Gas Grenades was influenced by Team 'Grey Wolf.' They had used gas in the jungle to leave drug traffickers weeping and in agony. Using it in a house would make it uninhabitable for a short time.

Moving forward, Joe Ga heard a coughing sound from the house behind them as if someone was trying to cough up their lungs.

Accompanied by a patter of footsteps, a terrorist rushed down the stairs, charging at them like a chicken with its head cut off.

Joe Ga took the man down with a single shot, then, holding a Gas Grenade and with a smile, said to Sanderson, who was giving him a strange look, "Put on gas masks, let's speed up. Throw a Gas Grenade before we go in; it'll be faster that way."

Sanderson took a small pack filled with a dozen Gas Grenades, slung it around his waist, and nodded heavily, "I like these things. From now on, I'll remember to bring a few wherever I go."

As he spoke, Sanderson pulled the pin on a Gas Grenade and, like a baseball pitcher, hurled it, sending it precisely through the window of a house across the street.

Soon there were intense coughing sounds coming from the other side...

"Go, go, go..."

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The team quickly entered the second house, took down the terrorists who had almost no ability to resist, and "Impact" used C4 to blow a big hole on the southeast side of the first floor, right across a 3-meter alley, directly in front of the entrance of another house.

Antar's meticulous work greatly assisted Joe Ga and his team. Every five minutes, she would provide updates on the structures of the houses ahead, based on American and French satellite imagery as well as her own drone intel, including whether there were people inside.

She even helped Joe Ga and his team differentiate between enemies and civilians based on the location of the heat sources.

Sanderson had never enjoyed such luxury in his life. He expected the forward path to be tough, but instead, he found himself operating like a robot, doing nothing but breach, clear, confirm, and exfiltrate as usual, following Antar's instructions.

The one thing Sanderson couldn't understand was that their boss seemed to have been prepared all along.

Sanderson had seen civilians being told to hide or being completely disregarded, but he had never seen Gas Grenades being distributed to them.

With Karman's help, Joe Ga taught the civilians along their route to set up enclosed safe rooms. At the first sign of trouble, they should throw a Gas Grenade and then hide in the safe room.

For civilians who had guns and were trying to protect themselves and their families, Joe Ga confiscated their unreliable-looking weapons and compensated them with a couple extra Gas Grenades, allowing them to protect themselves and potentially their neighbors if necessary.

This approach quickly established a clear path for them. Though the explosions from "Impact's" breaches might alert the ISIS Special Forces to their return path, nobody was concerned about that at the moment. There would always be a way to deal with it when the time came.

...

"Tailor" Waters was holding an MK48, crouched inside the front door of a house.

The yard wall had been knocked down by an RPG, leaving a rubble-strewn open space outside.

The terrorists besieging the Rangers had thrown many incendiaries onto the open space, using the flames to prevent the Rangers from breaking out under the cover of darkness.

The Rangers' sniper had moved to the north sector, and now they were down to nine men, three of whom were seriously injured.

One shot in the thigh, one in the abdomen, one's neck struck by a ricochet, damaging the major artery.

Waters knew it was impossible to break out with the wounded, their only option was to hold on under the support of the aircraft above, dragging the terrorists along and waiting for rescue.

An unknown number of terrorist special forces made this fight extremely perilous. The Rangers, who should have been a maneuver support force, became a besieged lone army, something Waters could have never imagined before the battle started.

As he watched the Super Albatross that had been covering them soar low, firing its last two rockets into a building and then showing its empty belly as it ascended into the high sky amidst the chase of bullets, heading away...

Waters knew the toughest moment had arrived!

He changed his MK48 for a 200-round ammo box, placed a few grenades within easy reach, and shouted, "Conserve ammo, don't fire blindly, our support will be here soon."

The pot-helmeted soldier who had been grazed on the neck sat in the corner on the inside of the house, his neck just stitched up by the medic and wrapped in a large amount of gauze.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Hearing Waters's shout, this guy, who could barely move his neck, laboriously picked up his rifle and slowly pulled himself to a comrade's side, who was guarding the window.

He took out all his magazines and laid them at his comrade's feet, then started pressing bullets into the empty magazines one by one from the spare ammo in his waist pack.

Ignoring the concerned looks of his teammates, pot helmet tapped his neck and said with difficulty, smirking, "I like morphine; it's blissful...

Boss, we're a bit tougher than those French fellows, right? What we're doing here is worth it, isn't it?"

Waters glanced at his buddies around him and nodded seriously, "If we're alive, it's worth it; if we're dead, it doesn't matter anymore."

While saying this, Waters watched the severely injured soldier who had been shot in the leg and just undergone emergency surgery sit up and try to grab a gun to join the battle. He didn't stop him but instead forcefully pulled back his bolt, positioning himself at the most dangerous spot...

"Watch out for their RPG. The rest, get in closer before firing to conserve ammo as much as possible. We'll be fine.

Rangers~"

"Hoo~"

As the Big Beak Bird and the two small birds providing cover left, the terrorists' offensive began to intensify gradually.

First came probing shots, and when they noticed that the Rangers had little reaction, the frequency of firing increased. They began covering their partners to launch rockets.

The Rangers' assault soldier hit one of the terrorists carrying an RPG, and one rocket skewed, hitting the outer wall of the house, raising a large cloud of dust.

Waters, wearing night vision goggles, took advantage of this moment and rushed to the door, opening fire on several firepower points he had spotted, silencing the enemy's machine guns instantly.

But this situation didn't last long, a bullet hit Waters's left shoulder, followed by an RPG exploding on the wall beside the main door. The blast and flying debris hit Waters, sending him flying two meters back and crashing heavily to the ground.

The medic, seeing his captain hit, desperately rushed over to pull on the handle of Waters's tactical vest, trying to drag him inside the house. But to his surprise, Waters actually sat up, shaking his head...

Splintered debris had opened a large gash on Waters's cheek, making him look particularly terrifying.

Despite feeling dizzy and disoriented, his deep-seated will to fight remained. With his left arm useless, he lay on the ground, keeping the rifle muzzle pointed outside.

As the strangeness of the hoots outside made the gunfire sparse, the medic knew the critical moment had come.

He crouched behind Waters, jabbed a needle of morphine into him, then took a roll of gauze and forcefully stuffed it into the bullet hole in his shoulder.

Seeing Waters let out a deep moan of pain, the medic picked up his own rifle and moved to the right side window.

Observing the faint human shadows on the opposite side, the medic gave his last morphine to a buddy shot in the abdomen, then turned around with his M4A1 carbine and fired at a terrorist emerging from cover.

A machine gun from a high position opened fire on them, spewing a lot of bullets, and a large group of terrorists started rushing out of cover, aiming to get close to the Rangers' house to take them down.

The communication soldier kept calling for support, but it was no use. The United States Military Base's Black Hawks and small birds were still en route, and Sanderson who had been concerned about them had gone silent 10 minutes earlier.

Feeling somewhat desperate, the communication soldier gave up on calling for help and stuffed a grenade into his tactical vest, then picked up his rifle and began firing outside with a howl.

Just as the Rangers were feeling hopeless, the sealed door behind them was violently kicked open.

An older black man with gear even better than theirs, holding an automatic grenade launcher, burst to the front and fired several grenades at an area a dozen meters away.

Then, in front of the stunned medic, the old man slapped a Broad Sword on the wall outside the window.

Seeing the old man dive into a corner, the quick-reacting medic yanked his buddy, cursing, and hit the ground...

"Boom"

With a distant explosion, a dozen terrorists rushing from the front were peppered with holes like they had been hit by a shotgun blast, collapsing limply to the ground.

Joe Ga and Dorian threw several smoke grenades and gas grenades both in front and behind them, then he shouted to the stunned Rangers, "Put on your gas masks, P·B's taking you home!"