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Chapter 265 A Mighty Army Presses In! (First Update!)

At Doha Airport in Qatar, a transport plane that had traveled all the way from America landed slowly. The cargo door opened, and Benjamin Mahan, carrying a small briefcase, slowly stepped off the plane.

He nodded calmly to the people who came to pick him up.
"Lead the way, we can talk in the car if there's anything you need!"

The officer who came to greet them nodded happily, and then walked ahead to lead the way in a very obsequious manner.

After getting the person onto the shuttle bus, the officer immediately handed over the documents in his hand:

"General, these are the orders and related coordination letters issued by General Kelvin before he left office."

Benjamin took the order and flipped through it casually. He found that these were all very ordinary transfer orders. If it were him, he would also issue these orders according to the actual requirements.

no problem.

After putting the documents down, he pressed on, "And what was Iran's reaction?"

After saying that, perhaps afraid of receiving duplicate information, he quickly added:
"Before I boarded the plane, I saw that the Iranian Ministry of Defense issued some kind of 'fight to the death' announcement."

"They issued two announcements in a row. During the dozen or so hours I was on the plane, did they issue any new announcements?"

Hearing this, Brother Jun understood what Benjamin wanted to ask, and he shook his head repeatedly, saying:

"In the past ten hours or so, Iran has not made any response."

“However…” The officer seemed to suddenly remember something, but he swallowed the words back down.

Seeing him stammering like that, Benjamin couldn't help but roll his eyes.

As someone who could become Vice Admiral America, he was certainly no weakling.

Benjamin glanced at the officer's face and noticed that his expression wasn't quite natural. He knew then that the guy was about to deliver some bad news.

He gently stroked the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and whispered:
"Just say what's on your mind. I don't like beating around the bush when I speak or act."

"Speak out about things. If there are problems, we'll find ways to solve them. If there aren't any problems, we'll cheer ourselves on and be happy."

The officer was taken aback by how gentle his words were; he hadn't expected this man to be so easy to talk to.

After a slight hesitation, he uttered the words he had prepared:

"Iran didn't react much, but several armed groups under their Quds Force did."

"That is, the Justice League, the Badr organization, and the Hezbollah Brigades."

“These organizations have become very active since Iran issued that announcement a dozen hours ago.”

"Especially today!"

“Our routine patrol teams have all been attacked.”

"Some groups were lucky and escaped, while the rest were unlucky..."

The officer paused again, glanced at Benjamin, and seeing that the other man's face was expressionless, he gritted his teeth and continued:

"If you're unlucky, the whole army will be wiped out."

"As of the time I came to pick you up, 32 teams have been confirmed to have suffered losses."

"The situation is very serious!"

Upon hearing this news, even Benjamin, who was very well-mannered, couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Before coming here, he had read the information about the Central Theater Command. Strictly speaking, the squads here are all reconnaissance squads, with 6 to 10 members per squad.

Assuming a minimum of 6 people, the loss of 32 squads would amount to a total of 192 deaths.

In addition to the number of dead, there are also those injured.

This number will be even larger and more terrifying.

What on earth is Kelvin doing?
Cursing under his breath, Benjamin suppressed his anger and issued his first order since taking office:
"Tell all outposts to cease all patrols, strengthen perimeter security, and remember, do not launch any offensive attacks; always defend!"

Upon receiving the order, the officer immediately picked up the communication terminal hanging around his neck and transmitted the command.

After he finished speaking, the shuttle bus arrived at the America Qatar front command center.

This command center is located next to Doha International Airport, about 4 kilometers away, which is neither far nor close.

Led by an officer, Benjamin followed him into the command center.

The command center, a large room, was already packed with soldiers of all skin colors, dressed in American uniforms.

With a smile, Benjamin greeted the people, walked through the crowd, and sat down at the main table in front of the conference table. His gaze swept over their faces, revealing a hint of contempt, but also a touch of worry.

Life is full of disappointments, but if you encounter a terrible teammate when things are already going badly, you're doomed.

Looking at these people, Benjamin closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them again, and calmly said:

"Gentlemen, since Iran has already shown us what's what, we'll show Iran what's what too,"

Let's brainstorm together!

The gentle words came out, but the officers surrounding him didn't say a word; they just stared at Benjamin.

Seeing their state, Benjamin sighed and immediately began assigning tasks:
"The mission I'm about to talk about is actually the same one that Lieutenant General Kelvin has already assigned."

"Communications officer, inquire how much time the Fifth Fleet has left to enter the Persian Gulf. Once in, immediately blockade the Persian Gulf."

"On land, contact Türkiye and tell them that this time we have to teach Iran a lesson, so make them shut down the smuggling routes through the Anatolian Plateau."

"Finally, there's Afghanistan and Pakistan. We've asked them to intensify their operations in southern Afghanistan and northern Pakistan, and at the same time, send troops westward to blockade the borders of Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Iran."

"This time, I will completely isolate Iran and let them know who the real boss is."

The officer beside him silently noted these things down. After a while, he suddenly asked, "General, if we want to turn Iran into an isolated island, we don't actually need to do so much!"

"Moreover, terrorist activities in Afghanistan have been rampant this year. Our large-scale troop deployment could be exploited by terrorists in Afghanistan."

Benjamin didn't immediately agree; instead, he turned his head slightly and said:

"Even a lion must exert its full strength to hunt a rabbit."

"Compared to these Iranians, the Afghan terrorists are nothing in their eyes; they are utterly weaklings."

After saying that, he turned his head to look ahead and stopped talking.

The officer next to him nodded thoughtfully after saying that.

Out of the corner of his eye, Benjamin saw the officer nod. He didn't say anything, just silently looked ahead.

…………

Off the coast of Oman, the USS Enterprise, an aircraft carrier belonging to America's Fifth Fleet, slowly passed Cape Had, the easternmost point of Oman.

Having confirmed his location via satellite positioning, Captain Stanley Petreis grabbed the communication device in front of him and called out to the other side:

"Attention all combat personnel on board! This is Captain Stanley Petres."

"This battle may be the last time this woman standing beneath our feet participates in a war."

"She officially joined the army on November 25, 1961, and it has been 49 years since then. Next year, she will be 50." "We want this lady to come in perfect condition and leave in perfect condition, understand?"

After giving the briefing to the combat personnel on the aircraft carrier, Captain Stanley switched the communication channel to the entire carrier strike group:

"This is the enterprise account, repeat, this is the enterprise account!"

"Attention all units, we have passed Cape Had, the easternmost point of Oman, and have officially left the Arabian Sea and entered the Gulf of Oman."

"Everyone, prepare for battle. The enemy could launch missile attacks at any time. We need to protect ourselves and fight back against the enemy."

"complete!"

After giving orders to the various warships below, Stanley hung up the communicator, then crossed his arms and looked ahead.

After entering the Gulf of Oman, the waves are an order of magnitude lower than in the Arabian Sea due to the regional climate.

In addition, once inside the Gulf of Oman, more oil tankers can be seen.

As these oil tankers and carrier strike groups passed each other, they all wished they could move even faster.

These transport ships are loaded with oil, which they will deliver to countries in need.

Once in the target country, this oil will be refined into various chemical minerals, and eventually, it may return to the Middle East.

The closest point in Iran from Cape Haddad is just over 300 kilometers in a straight line.

Moreover, there are many Iranian vessels roaming the Gulf of Oman, including fishing boats and Iranian maritime patrol vessels.

Upon seeing America's carrier strike group, these ships did not flee but immediately relayed the news back to Iran.

After relaying the message, they followed the carrier strike group at a leisurely pace, preparing to confirm the exact location of these individuals.

These ships followed for two or three hours, but finding that the carrier strike group was moving very slowly, they prepared to leave.

However, just as they showed their intention to leave, a greeting arrived from an Arleigh Burke-class destroyer.

That was the RGM-84 Harpoon anti-ship missile manufactured by Boeing. It was a subsonic missile that delivered a 221-kilogram high-explosive warhead to the Iranian patrol vessel.

As the missile approached, it activated its engine, initiated terminal guidance, and adjusted its course, heading straight for the Iranian patrol boat.

The 221-kilogram high-explosive warhead instantly obliterated all Iranian surface patrol vessels in the instant of the explosion, leaving none alive.

Upon seeing the Americans launch missiles without hesitation, the Iranian surface patrol boats, which had been loitering behind the aircraft carrier strike academy, immediately changed course and headed towards Iran.

If he runs away now, at worst he'll just end up as a deserter.

But if you die, then you really die.

…………

Kabul is a city located in central Afghanistan, at an exit of the Hindu Kush Mountains.

Kabul was an important node on the ancient Silk Road, where merchants from the north and south gathered, settled down, and established cities.

The weight of this history is of no use to Grik. As America's assistant and the highest commander in Afghanistan, his only concern now is suppressing bandits.

With eyes closed, it's still about suppressing bandits.

He came to Afghanistan for only one thing: to suppress bandits, suppress bandits, and nothing but suppress bandits!

Of course, there's one more thing to do today: deploying troops to the borders of Afghanistan, Iran, and Pakistan to put pressure on Iran.

It's very annoying.

Frustrated as he was, Glick had no choice but to do it because he had to obey the commander's orders, or else...

He'll be fired tomorrow.

Soon, an order was issued from Kabul and arrived in Kandahar, a city in southern Afghanistan, at top speed.

Upon receiving the message, the American temporary camp in Kandahar made some minor adjustments to its manpower, and immediately a large force crossed the desert toward the Afghan-Iranian border.

…………

Headquarters of the Revolutionary Guard in Tehran, Iran.

Mohrabad took the intelligence handed to him by his subordinate, glanced at it briefly, and immediately felt overwhelmed.

In the Gulf of Oman, America's warships attacked Iranian patrol vessels.

They launched a single missile and annihilated the surface patrol boat that had been following the carrier strike group.

There are about 20 people on the patrol boat. Their fate is currently unknown, and we need to confirm their condition as soon as possible.

Then there's the Turkish side, which suddenly closed its border with Iran and simultaneously strengthened defenses along both borders.

Upon hearing this news, Mohrabad was immediately in a terrible predicament.

The border crossing between Türkiye and Iran is a smuggling route with revolutionary power, and it is also a very important smuggling route.

Through this channel, products from Europe will continuously flow into the Iranian market.

Local Turkish officials accepted their bribes, but now they're ignoring the money and choosing to swagger around behind America.

Of course, for Mehrabad, these two pieces of news were only of moderate intensity.

The truly powerful news came from the east.

The border area between Iran, Afghanistan, and Pakistan is a typical no-man's-land.

This place is home to the world's largest number of terrorists who roam the mountains and then sneak up to attack ordinary people.

In an effort to eliminate these terrorists, America has been frantically increasing its forces in Afghanistan, which has now reached a terrifying number of 10.

The Americans have blocked the borders of Iran, Pakistan, and Afghanistan.

This means that these 10 people could potentially enter Iran all at any time via land routes.

Given their fighting capabilities, it's only a matter of time before they break through Iran.

Headache!

This is such a headache!

After holding his head in his hands and thinking for a long time, Mohrabad decided to meet with the religious leader and ask this leader of Iran's ideology whether the war still needed to continue.

If the war is to continue, he needs absolute command; otherwise, he should seek out another expert.

He traveled by car to the residence of Iranian religious leader Ali Hussein as quickly as possible.

After Mohrabad finished speaking, Ali Hussein remained silent and did not utter a word.

Finally, realizing that the situation couldn't continue if he didn't speak, he finally asked:
What are our casualties?

"We have no casualties so far, and none of you are on our side," Mohrabad said casually as he reluctantly threw the things away.

He had barely finished speaking when he heard the person on the other end say, "How about we make peace?"

(End of this chapter)