Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 792 Perfect Tactical Chain (1)

Before the shrill sound of artillery shells tearing through the night sky had faded, another mortar shell had already crashed into the central area of ​​the joint command post at the front.

"boom--"

The thorium-232 powder instantly turned into a pale blue cloud upon explosion, which spread out with the shock wave.

In fact, at the same time that unfortunate technician was blown away by the shockwave, the specially formulated shell had already completed its primary task—electromagnetic interference.

Jiang Feng crouched on a sand dune 4 meters away from the camp, and through his night vision goggles, he could clearly see the blue cloud of mist enveloping the entire command post.

He pressed the communicator: "First round of shelling hit the target. Wait for thorium dust to dissipate, then continue shelling."

"Received. Continue suppression."

The artillery platoon leader's voice responded calmly through the earpiece.

He turned and gestured, and the gunner beside him immediately loaded the third shell.

Six mortars fired continuously at a rate of one shell every five seconds, with each shell landing precisely in a different area of ​​the command post to ensure even coverage of thorium dust.

"Put on a protective mask."

Seeing that the thorium dust had spread to its target, Jiang Feng gave the order to prepare for the attack.

Everyone simultaneously pulled down their specially designed anti-radiation face shields.

The mask's lenses are made of a special multi-layered composite material that effectively filters thorium dust while maintaining a clear field of vision.

The joint command center was in complete chaos.

"Damn it! All electronic devices have malfunctioned! Cough cough cough—"

The communications officer coughed violently while frantically pounding on the terminal device that had suddenly gone black.

Commander Risen pushed open the tent flap, and the sight before him made his blood freeze—the entire camp was shrouded in an eerie blue mist, electronic devices were sparking, and satellite antennas were twisted and deformed, as if they had been kneaded by an invisible hand.

"EMP attack?"

The adjutant asked in alarm.

Ethan shook his head and suddenly began to cough violently.

He noticed that the fine powder floating in the air shimmered unnaturally under the searchlight.

"No, God...it's some kind of radioactive interference agent."

Before he could finish speaking, another shell hit the communications tent directly.

Thorium-232 powder is devastating to electronic equipment—these tiny radioactive particles adhere to circuit boards, causing persistent ionizing interference that can completely disable any unprotected electronic device within minutes.

"We've been tricked."

Ethan collapsed to his knees, coughing up a mouthful of bloody saliva. He realized this was no accidental encounter, but a meticulously planned ambush.

Someone knows their location, their mission, and even all their communication frequencies and electronic equipment parameters.

Three hundred kilometers away, in the northern wilderness of Sudan.

Marcus, the commander of the two Green Berets squads, suddenly stopped and raised his fist to signal his team to halt.

The static noise in the headphones grew stronger and stronger, eventually turning into a piercing shriek.

"Damn it! What the hell!" He ripped off his headphones, his face grim. "Communication lost."

He took out his PDA and looked at the screen.

A snowflake.

Footage from drones deployed in this airspace to monitor Song Heping's movements has also been lost.

"The drone signal has also been lost... Something's not right..."

Team member Jackson checks the tactical tablet; the screen is filled with static.

"The GPS signal is weak; we can only rely on paper maps and a compass."

Marcus spat: "Activate the backup plan, launch the 'Great Raven'."

A team member quickly took out a small hand-launched drone from his backpack and assembled it in the shortest possible time.

Then, with a running start and a gentle toss, the low-electronic-signature reconnaissance drone silently took off.

Its camera feed is transmitted directly to Marcus's monocular display. Although the resolution is not as high as that of military drones, it is sufficient to provide a real-time field of view within a radius of five kilometers.

"Stay alert, I have a bad feeling."

Seeing the empty screen, Marcus had a bad feeling and whispered an order.

The twenty-four green-hatted team members immediately dispersed into three combat groups, advancing in a triangular formation, each vigilantly scanning their surroundings through night vision goggles.

Unbeknownst to them, just two hundred meters behind them, in the shadow of the rocks, a dozen pairs of eyes were coldly watching their every move.

Song Heping's C team, which had been deployed earlier, had been following this special forces unit for over two hours. They wore specially made camouflage suits covered with a special material that could absorb infrared radiation, making them difficult to detect even under night vision goggles.

"The target has entered the ambush zone."

Group C leader, White Bear, reported in a low voice over the encrypted channel.

"They launched small drones."

"Proceed according to plan," Song Heping responded. "Wait until they notice anything unusual before taking action."

The white bear gently pulled the bolt; his M249 light machine gun, fitted with a 200-round magazine, was already itching for a good shot.

The dozen or so team members beside him were also ready, each of them precisely assigned a shooting target.

Meanwhile, several tactical squads from Group C had already sneaked up behind Marcus and his men under the cover of darkness.

In normal circumstances, it would be much more difficult for White Bear and his crew to get this close without being detected.

But today is different.

Marcus's attention was focused on Song Heping's convoy, and he was so engrossed in watching Song Heping that he had no idea that death had quietly crept up behind him.

On Marcus's monocular monitor, the image transmitted by "The Raven" suddenly froze on an unsettling scene—the designated interception point three kilometers away was empty, with no convoy, no human figure, only sand and dust blown by the desert night wind.

“Damn it!” Marcus cursed. “They changed course! They didn’t follow the original route at all!”

Amidst the curses, he slammed his fist on the stone in front of him, then stood up from his half-kneel.

A team member ran over.

"Sir..."

At that very moment, the Queen, who had already taken up a sniping position in the distance, pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The specially made SVD sniper rifle only emitted a slight muffled sound.

The bullet that was originally aimed at Marcus hit the team member instead.

Even wearing a bulletproof vest cannot stop the attack of a reloaded steel-core bullet.

A cloud of blood mist sprayed from the team member's body, and the corpse collapsed to the ground.

"Enemy attack! Rear!"

Marcus reacted extremely quickly, judging the direction of the attack almost as soon as his teammate fell to the ground.

"The 5 o'clock position!"

The Green Berets lived up to their reputation as elite US troops; the twenty-four members completed the entire process of turning, finding cover, and organizing a counterattack in under three seconds. However, they were facing an equally well-trained and prepared opponent.

Seeing that the Queen had already fired, several tactical squads in Group C immediately opened fire simultaneously, taking down three Green Beret members in the first round of shooting.

Bullets came from different directions, instantly creating a crossfire.

The bullets rained down on the limbs and head, areas not fully protected by body armor, demonstrating astonishing shooting accuracy.

"Spread out! Group A to the left, Group B to the right, Group C, follow me!"

Marcus quickly gave the order and simultaneously fired a long burst at the muzzle flash. His M4A1 rifle spat fire, and 5.56mm bullets whistled into the darkness.

But the white bear had already begun to rapidly relocate its position according to Song Heping's previous plan.

Song Heping had given instructions before he set off.

You can't fight the Green Berets head-on.

Since we have a numerical advantage, we must not fight a stagnant battle. We must take advantage of the multiple attack groups to constantly rotate and move.

At this moment, the white bear was leading his team to move quickly through the pre-scouted underground dry riverbed, launching a second attack from another angle.

This time they used a combination of smoke grenades and stun grenades.

"boom!"

The stun grenades exploded among the Green Beetle team members, and the intense flash and noise were difficult to completely eliminate even with protective earplugs.

Two team members were temporarily incapacitated and collapsed to their knees, retching violently.

Marcus, fighting off the dizziness, yelled into the communicator, "Alternating cover retreat! Move northeast!"

He realized he had been ambushed, and now the most important thing was to preserve his strength and reorganize.

But just as the Green Berets began their orderly retreat, a row of gun muzzle flashes suddenly appeared in front of them.

The main force of twenty men, personally led by Song Heping, finally appeared.

(End of this chapter)