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Chapter 257 Air Raid! (Second Update!)

Zais didn't ask for too many drones, after all, they were quite heavy, and having too many would make them difficult to transport and to prepare the explosives.

He ordered 50 units.

Test the water first.

This is a new gadget; so far, we haven't seen it used in any real combat.

Imagining how easy it is to use and actually using it are two different things.

Once the 50 drones were assembled, Sadr Jr., with the help of others, loaded them onto a pickup truck and, together with Zais, transported them to the location agreed upon by Zais and his subordinates.

Upon arrival, after unloading the goods, Sadr drove away.

No sooner had he left than Zais's subordinates asked him:
Should we follow them?

“No need!” Zais raised his hand to stop his subordinate’s questioning, then pointed to the drone on the ground: “Load this thing onto the vehicle, we’re heading south. Also, have Deputy Commander Hazari take his men and quickly prepare the explosives.”

"The weight of the explosive charge should be controlled at around 7 kilograms, and an impact fuse should be used."

“I will arrive in Najaf in an hour, and once I get there, I will take the explosives with me.”

With the boss's order, his subordinates turned around and went to arrange the configuration of the explosives.

The others quickly loaded the drone onto the vehicle, and then headed south.

As they passed through Najaf, their men had already prepared explosives and were waiting by the roadside.

During the handover of the explosives, Hazari looked at Zais with a worried expression:
Is it necessary for you to go in person?

"What will we do if something goes wrong with you?"

“This is God’s will!” Zais replied with a smile, then looked at Hazari: “You are now a mature leader.”

"As an opposition armed group, we need a sound leadership succession mechanism."

"You can't always be watching me. What if I die one day? Wouldn't you all be doomed?"

“If I run into trouble, Hazari, you will be the leader of the Justice League.”

Finally, don't blindly follow Iran's lead.

"Those guys aren't fit to be leaders!"

After leaving those words, Zais floored the accelerator and continued south along Highway 28.

Four hours after leaving Najaf, Zais's team finally arrived at the location he had mentioned, the intersection of Highway 1 and Highway 31.

After observing the highway for a while, Zais decisively led his men off Highway 31, refueled at a nearby gas station, and then sped off towards the western desert.

After working with America for so many years, he didn't learn anything else, except how to run away and how to be careful.

Basra is 30 kilometers to the east and Zubair is 20 kilometers to the southeast. There are many people and many eyes on the road, and it would be very troublesome if someone saw us.

To the west lies an endless desert. Vehicles easily leave tracks in the desert, but the problem is, no one sees them.

At 2 a.m., Zais's convoy finally entered the western desert and arrived at its designated location.

Upon arriving at the destination, he first took out a military map, then his Nokia phone, and opened Google Maps.

He zoomed in on the map to its maximum size, and then walked 100 meters in each of the four directions, using his feet as the center.

After walking the path four times, he finally found his exact location.

The precise location was marked on a military map, and then, using this precise location as the origin, the exact distance from this origin to Ali Salem Air Base, as well as the azimuth angle at which the drone should take off, were calculated.

Half an hour later, the "mathematics expert" in the team calculated the result. With the data in hand, the mathematics expert directed the civil engineering expert to dig out a simple directional helipad in the desert.

The direction of this tarmac is southeast, 78.85 kilometers away, to Al-Salem Air Base.

With all that prepared, everyone's eyes fell on Zais, or more precisely, on the drones beside him.

78.85 kilometers—this distance is nothing to them, whether on flat ground or by car; it would take at most an hour.

However, if we consider the distance between them and their target, that distance becomes extremely far.

As the top enforcers under the Iranian Revolutionary Guard, the Justice League doesn't have much heavy firepower. Their weapons, like rockets, are made from steel pipes and modified gas cylinders.

Some time ago, the boss somehow got hold of some gas cylinders, which were then stuffed with explosives, making them extremely powerful.

Even with such a gas cylinder, the attack range is only a few kilometers.

78.85 kilometers—this is an attack range that was previously unthinkable.

Sensing their concerns, Zais did not offer any explanation.

When faced with something new, the human subconscious reaction is to deny it.

Only when a new thing demonstrates sufficient strength will it earn the respect of humankind.

He took a deep breath, turned on the drone, and placed it on the helipad dug by the civil engineering experts.

After setting up all 50 drones, he took out four more remote controls and distributed them to those present.
"Have you gotten the directions to the helipad?"

"We raised the drone to a height of one thousand meters."

"Then, we adjusted the forward lever in our hands to the angle of the tarmac and kept moving forward."

"The whole process may last for several tens of minutes and it will be very tiring, but if we can keep control of the drone, it will be worth it no matter how hard or tiring it is!"

"Now, follow my instructions!"

"Open the menu and select Developer mode."

"Scroll to the bottom and select Group Connection."

"Once turned on, the remote control and the drone will automatically pair and connect."

"Connection successful, an 'ok' message will appear!"

Under his guidance, the other four members of the Justice League clumsily connected the remote control to the drone.

Once all the drones on site had their green lights on, he waved his hand:
"Now, let's adjust the gears, select flight speed level 4, fix the flight time at 40 minutes, and then move the left joystick."

Push forward!

Fifty drones isn't a large number, but it was the first time the Justice League had ever encountered drones, so they still shouted excitedly when all the drones slowly took off from the ground.

Although they were shouting, the remote control in their hands was always pointed directly at the triangular tip in front of the helipad dug by the civil engineering experts.

"Increase the altitude!"

After a shout, the 50 drones quickly took off, and the numbers displayed on the remote control screen grew larger and larger.

The final distance was 1 kilometer.

Looking at the number, Zais couldn't help but open his mouth and take deep breaths of fresh air.

Now, the most difficult part of the operation has arrived.

They need to maintain this posture, control the unpositioned drone, fly forward 78.85 kilometers, and then crash into America's military camp.

There were no conspicuous ground markings along the way.

Furthermore, it's nighttime, and they can't see the ground. If they deviate even slightly, they'll bomb the wrong target, rendering this raid completely pointless!
Taking another breath, Zais pulled a stopwatch from his pocket, pressed it, and let out a roar:

"Push the right joystick forward all the way, and then press the power button twice to maintain a constant speed cruise!"

Because it is a rotary-wing drone, this drone is not fast. Even at the fourth gear, the speed can only reach 120 kilometers per hour.

If they don't veer off course, they should be able to see the target base in about 40 minutes.

With his mind completely focused on the task at hand, 40 minutes passed quickly. Before he knew it, the stopwatch in Zais's arms suddenly started ticking.

I took out my stopwatch and saw that the 40-minute countdown had reached zero.

Upon seeing this, he quickly used the remote control to search for the drone signal, controlled the drone, and instructed it to send him photos as soon as possible.

He frantically tried to do it for a while, but the remote control still showed no footage from the drone, only a constantly flashing notification.

[Device connection failed! Please check if the device is working properly. If the connection still fails, please press and hold the power button for 20 seconds to reset the device!]

Zais couldn't understand the Chinese prompts.

But he knew that the flashing red light meant there was a problem.

But he is powerless to do anything about it now!

With a sigh, he put down the drone remote control and began to pray to God again, praying that the drones would land on the air force base.

After praying to God, he remembered that the person opposite him did not believe in God, but in Jesus.

God may not be able to control them yet.

So, with a devout heart, he prayed to Jesus, praying that the drones would hit the American people on the head.

Kuwait is the country with the second-largest permanent military presence of America in the Middle East.

First is Qatar.

In Kuwait, America has three important military outposts. The Arifjan Barracks, located south of Kuwait City, is the logistical hub of the entire operational system, supporting equipment maintenance, warehousing, and personnel transit in the Iraq and Afghanistan battlefields.

Ali Salem Air Base is an air operations center, primarily deploying fighter jets, reconnaissance aircraft, and drones.

It is one level higher than the Joint Air Force Base in Baghdadi.

Finally, there is Camp Bilin, an army training facility that primarily provides desert warfare training for troops entering Iraq.

Of the three bases, Al-Salem Air Base is the largest and has the highest level of security.

Covering an area of ​​over nine square kilometers, with troops stationed from NATO countries and local Kuwaiti residents, it resembles a small city.

A network of roads extends from this military base, reaching into Saudi Arabia and Iraq.

3 a.m. is when a person is most tired.

But the lights were still on here, and many people were strolling around the streets outside.

The spotlights from the airport's security towers swept across the ground regularly, checking every suspicious person.

In this stillness, a buzzing sound slowly appeared in the northwestern sky, but the temperature difference in the desert at night was quite large, and the wind was also strong.

The sound of the wind completely drowned out the buzzing noises.

Air force base air defense radar station.

Soldier Jon on duty slumped in front of his computer, his eyes idly staring at the radar data screen ahead.

He was very tired, and he wanted to sleep.

But the radar is running; it operates according to a set pattern, and then, at the pre-set time, it emits a ticking sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was piercing and penetrating.

It's so noisy I can't sleep.

Just as he squinted his eyes, preparing to take a short nap, the sound of the equipment suddenly became rapid.

Dozens of suspicious targets appeared on the screen in front of me.

Upon seeing this, Jon was wide awake. He stared intently at the things on the screen in front of him.

After staring at it for half a second, he grabbed the microphone next to him and roared into it:
"Air strike! Air strike!"

The microphone was connected to the inside of the radar station. With his roar, everyone in the radar station, whether they were resting, on duty, or slacking off, was completely silenced.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, these people quickly ran back to their posts.

The announcer ran to the broadcasting station, first sounding the air raid siren, then grabbed the broadcasting station and launched into a tirade:
"Air raid! Attention everyone! Air raid!"

The piercing alarm rang throughout the camp. Upon hearing the sound, the sleeping soldiers scrambled out of bed, hurriedly dressed, grabbed their guns, and rushed out of the camp to assemble in the open space in the center.

Finally, I stared blankly at the calm sky.

The radar operator immediately ran to the radar control room, turned the radar up to maximum power, and began searching the sky for the target.

With increased radar power, the search area expanded, and the retrieved information became more accurate.

Therefore, when the first wave of data, powered up, was transmitted back, they saw the size of the suspicious targets on the screen in front of Jon.

It is about 20 cm high and about 80 cm wide.

Ok……

It's a bit fast.

However, this thing looks more like a big bird than some boring air raid.

The group, still not entirely reassured, scanned the area with radar for a while longer.

This scan actually revealed a blind spot to them.

Yorn pointed to the radar monitor screen: "It's definitely an airstrike. That thing is too fast. What kind of bird can fly that fast? And it's so big!"

“Arabian golden eagles!” someone nearby chimed in, but before the words were even finished, Jorn’s question arose again:
"Arabian gold medals are so numerous?"

At this, the person who had just spoken also shut up.

At this moment, Yorn stood up and said, "I'm going outside to use my binoculars to see if it really is a golden eagle."

As Yorn spoke, the creatures that were thought to be golden eagles had already overlapped with their positions.

The next second, an explosion came from overhead.

boom! boom! boom!
The sudden explosion caught the people in the control room off guard. It wasn't until the seventh explosion that they belatedly came to their senses.

There really was an air raid!
The thought flashed through Jon's mind, but it was abruptly interrupted by an explosion.

To gain a better view, the radar station control room, located in the very center of the military camp, is also designed with large windows on the surrounding walls.

These windows, originally intended for enjoying beautiful views, have now become a breakthrough point for drones.

The two drones crashed into the control room simultaneously. The impact fuses detonated the moment they touched the glass, igniting the explosives attached to the fuses.

In just a moment, the two drones completely destroyed the radar station control room.

(End of this chapter)