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Chapter 360, Lesson Complete! (Third Update!)

Upon hearing that it was a night raid plan, Costa happily took the document and casually flipped through it.

The plan was rudimentary, exactly the same as countless other plans I'd seen before.

It simply involves a special forces team dispatched by the 9th Infantry Brigade at night, equipped with night vision devices and this new drone, to launch a clearing operation against Kurdistan Workers' Party strongholds in the mountainous region surrounding Yuksekova in Hakkari province.

There was nothing new, but it was solid and methodical. The whole plan started with an attack, and it was divided into two routes: one for a successful attack and one for a failed attack. Then, corresponding remedial measures were taken for each of the two routes.

After reading it, Costa did not hesitate and signed his name at the end of the plan.

After signing, Costa took out a backup copy of the document and returned the remaining documents to the person in front of him: "Edorare, this attack is mainly for testing purposes. You must maximize the performance of the drones you have and provide the most realistic usage records."

"This matter concerns whether you will be able to obtain good weapons in the future, so you must take it seriously!"

Edorare is the brigade commander of the 9th Infantry Brigade of the 7th Army of the Turkish Army, and he and Costa, who is in front of him, are both colonels.

One was a colonel on the frontier, while the other was a colonel in Ankara's logistics department.

Although their ranks were the same, the differences between them were significant.

Upon hearing Costa's words, his expression froze, and he abruptly raised his hand in a military salute:
"Colonel Costa, rest assured, our Ninth Brigade guarantees to complete the mission!"

After giving the military salute, Edorare turned around and hurriedly left with the documents in his hand.

Behind him, Costa watched him disappear into the sunset, then turned and went back to his temporary office.

He turned on his office computer and began typing out the weapons usage report for this operation.

As a logistics officer, these frontline combat plans were originally none of his business, but this time, he brought a brand new piece of equipment.

A brand new drone.

Costa's fingers tapped on the keyboard, and he laughed as he typed.

The arrival of this drone was quite a coincidence.

A few days ago, Turkish National Intelligence Service agents operating in Iraq stated that an Iraqi organization was openly selling a brand-new drone, which reportedly does not use America's GPS positioning system.

Intelligence agents relayed this information back to Ankara, where Abdullah al-Karin, the head of the National Intelligence Organization, with the intention of causing trouble for the Arabs, used some funds to order a batch of drones from them.

They plan to hand over these drones to pro-Turkish Kurdish armed groups they support, to be used to combat anti-Turkish Kurdish armed groups operating in Syria, Iraq, and along the Iranian border.

Before the National Intelligence Service could even use the drones after the order was placed, the president ordered them to be allocated to the Army Logistics Department, which then brought the drones to Van Province to see if they were actually usable.

In the president's own words, let's first examine the quality of this product, and then see if we can replicate it.

So Costa became the unlucky guy and was exiled to this desolate place.

Although there's a chance of a promotion after I go back, being sent to this godforsaken place is really unpleasant.

Irritability!

Meanwhile, Edorare returned to the Ninth Brigade's operations command center with the signed documents.

As he returned, the deputy brigade commander, chief of staff, and staff officers of the Ninth Brigade all stared at him expectantly.

The 9th Brigade is an infantry brigade with a total strength of over 3100 men. It consists of three infantry battalions, a reconnaissance company, a mortar company, an anti-tank platoon, an engineer company, a communications company, a medical team, and a logistics department.

Because their main area of ​​operation is in mountainous regions, they have never had much heavy firepower or advanced weaponry.

The 10 drones that the logistics department suddenly delivered to them were the most advanced things they had encountered in the past 10 years.

The only problem is that those 10 damn drones don't use Turkish or English, but rather those square characters that look like pictures, which are particularly unpleasant to look at.

After displaying the signed proposal to everyone, Edorare's finger landed on the mountainous area 10 kilometers north of Kisekova, the capital of Hakkari province:
"As planned, our special forces team, which belongs to the reconnaissance company, will disguise themselves as people transporting goods and depart from Van City, heading south along the D975 highway."

"We parted ways with the convoy at the Cabal Highway Bridge. The convoy continued south, while our special forces team headed east along the river toward PPK's stronghold."

"Then, at night, strangle these guys!"

"The plan has already been discussed. Now, have the reconnaissance company get ready to depart!"

Upon receiving his instructions, the chief of staff of the 9th Brigade took the plan and turned to find Abdullah Jalan, the leader of the special forces team of his subordinate reconnaissance personnel.

As the Ninth Brigade's only ace, Abdullah Jallan showed no dissatisfaction with this sudden mission. He reached out and took the documents, casually flipping through them.

Soon, he saw something he had never seen before in the plan—a drone.

Türkiye is a NATO member and has a joint defense agreement with America.

Therefore, America's Reaper and Predator drones occasionally land at airports in Turkey.

Abdullah Jalan is naturally familiar with drones.

After rereading the document, he quickly extracted the key information: this type of drone was a man-portable drone.

He didn't know what this thing was for, and until now, he had never seen the actual object, let alone touched it, and didn't even know how to operate it.

The plan requires them to bring and use the drone tonight.

Neuropathy!
He cursed inwardly, but Abdullah Jallan maintained a blank expression as he handed the document back to the chief of staff, forcing a smile.
"Chief of Staff, if we are to use this drone, I think we should go...go and learn about it now."

“Yes!” The chief of staff nodded repeatedly, and then instructed Abdullah Jalan to gather the members of the special forces team to learn how to operate the drones.

So they went to Costa's office again.

Upon their arrival, Costa did not stop what he was doing. Instead, he called over the intelligence officer from the national intelligence organization who was supervising the operation and instructed him to train the members of the special forces team.

So an intelligence officer fluent in Turkish, Kurdish, and Arabic began teaching Abdullah Jallan and his special forces team members, using instruction manuals printed with Chinese characters.

"This is powering on!"

"This is forward and backward, this is left and right, this is up and down, this is the flight gear."

"This is for camera switching, and this is the button for linking the weapon mount; you can drop bombs directly!"

"Alright, lesson over!"

The intelligence officer rattled off a string of words, then hastily shoved the instruction manual, remote control, and drone into Abdullah Jallan's arms before turning and leaving. Clutching the drone, staring at the rudimentary map on the remote's screen, at the precise marker on that map, Abdullah Jallan swallowed back the words he was about to say about his mother.

Finally, he looked at the chief of staff and nodded slightly:
"Learned it!"

As the sun disappeared behind the mountains, a convoy transporting goods silently departed from Van and headed south towards the province of Hakkari.

The mountain roads were undulating, and a group of people sat in the back of the car, swaying with the vehicle.

After two hours of swaying and rocking, they finally arrived at their destination, the Cabal Bridge.

After getting out of the car, Abdullah Jallan started the drone as planned.

When he saw the rudimentary map and precise location appear on the remote control screen, Abdullah Jallan breathed a sigh of relief and handed the remote control to the communications soldier.
"This thing has very accurate positioning and is equipped with an infrared camera. Whether we can escape unscathed depends on whether you can protect it well!"

The communications soldier took the remote control, his gaze lingered on the positioning map for a moment, and then rather clumsily switched the control page to the infrared camera.

I first scanned the locations of my group, and the numbers matched; there were no extras.

He then switched the drone to follow mode, holding the remote control in both hands, and followed closely behind the main group.

Below them was a river valley. The drone, high in the air, captured a clear view of the valley within a kilometer radius. Apart from them, there was nothing else alive.

After walking several kilometers along the valley and crossing two more mountains, a different color finally appeared in the drone's camera lens.

village!

Cows and sheep!
As cattle and sheep appeared, more things appeared in the shot: people who stayed up late at night, standing on rooftops, hiding in trees, in bushes, and in nooks and crannies, only their heads showing, holding something in their hands, and aiming at something.

Or rather, it's called a hidden sentry!
"1, 2, 3..."

The drone flew over the village, taking pictures of the surrounding shore. While the drone was filming, Abdullah Jallan was counting the images. By the end, he was exhausted.

The moonlight tonight provided them with a clear, unparalleled view of the village below through their night-vision goggles.

The village is situated in a forked valley and consists of about 50 houses.

There were as many as 23 hidden sentries.

23 hidden sentries—they didn't even have that many in their 9th Brigade's camp!

He really wants to fly back, grab the guys from the Army Intelligence Brigade, slap them twice, and find out exactly how they got the intelligence.

He took a deep breath, turned to the communications soldier, and said in a very low voice:

"Start the radio, contact the camp, tell them about the situation here, tell them that the intelligence has gone wrong!"

The communications soldier turned on the radio. The indicator light flashed twice. The soldier turned around with a bitter expression and looked at Abdullah Jalan. Before he could speak, Abdullah Jalan preemptively asked:
"No signal?"

The captain had already guessed it, so the communications soldier naturally didn't waste any time. He nodded slightly and gave a soft "hmm".

I want to curse!
But I can't curse now; I have to go back and curse later.

Then, as if remembering something, he turned to the communications soldier and asked:
"What about the drone's location signal?"

The communications soldier pursed his lips, took the drone remote control off his chest, and handed it to the captain: "The signal is full, and in just a short while, we've already finished creating a 3D map of the village ahead."

Taking the remote control and looking at the 3D map on the screen, Abdullah Jallan had another "Mom" on his lips, but he still didn't say it aloud.

After looking at the map for a while, he handed the remote control back to the communications soldier.
"There's something wrong with this village. We have to go in and find out why they have so many people!"

"Ajax, you and Connor stay here and keep us informed, and give us directions!"

"Hassan, Miliat, you two find a sniping spot."

"If we don't get out of the village, you four must make sure to pass this information out!"

"Check your watch, it's exactly 23:00 PM now!"

As the words were spoken, 12 arms were stretched out together, and all 12 watches showed the same time: 23:00 PM.

After checking the schedule, the remaining eight people, except for the four who stayed behind, split into two teams and, guided by the drone, slowly approached the village along the hillside.

“Squad 1, there’s a person lying on the wall to your left, about 20 meters ahead. Only their head is showing.”

"Second group, the water tank to your left is dry, and there's someone inside. Be careful to go around it!"

"Second Squad, there are people coming out of that building directly in front of you. They're all carrying weapons. Be careful!"

"They went to the center of the village, to that two-story building in the middle of the valley! That looks like their command post!"

Upon hearing Ajaz's report, Abdullah Jalan's face darkened. Fortunately, it was the middle of the night, and everyone was wearing night vision goggles and masks, so they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly.

The building was located at the fork of a Y-shape, about 200 meters away from them.

This 200-meter stretch is very open, with no cover whatsoever.

According to Ajax's information, there are two hidden sentries on the hill to their right front, and those sentries are looking out from this open area.

If they pass through this 200-meter open area, they will be spotted by the two sentries. If they don't go through, then their trip will have been in vain.

However, if they wanted to take out those two sentries, the second group would need to go around to the other side of the mountain, which would take about 40 minutes.

Every minute of this special operation is extremely precious; in 40 minutes, who knows what might happen?

But if he didn't figure out why there were so many sentries in the village, Abdullah Jallan felt uneasy. His intuition told him that something was wrong with the village!
After thinking for a long time, he pressed the button on his earpiece and said to the second group:
"Go around to those two sentries, then you guys set up a position for us, and one small group goes into the house to see what's inside."

"Ajax, be prepared to retreat at any time!"

After he gave the order, there was only silence in the earpiece.

After a while, the voice of the second group leader came:

"understand!"

(End of this chapter)