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Chapter 445 Street Fighting? Tell me about my 40kg charge! (First Update!)

Once the frontline teams had synchronized their data, the corresponding coordinates were immediately transmitted to the Bengaldan base.

It was passed to Jonas.

After the team responsible for the coordinate data completed the verification, the data was imported into the drone. In less than 10 minutes, the entire process was completed. On the open ground outside the camp, after receiving the data, the drone, which was ready to launch, was launched and flew towards the target area.

Shortly after the 20 drones took off, the screen in front of Jonas switched to the "door lock image quality" transmitted back by the 20 drones.

The image is somewhat blurry, but it's sufficient to observe the situation and direction of the battlefield.

The straight-line distance from Bengaldan base to Zeltan is only 50 kilometers. 50 kilometers of semi-desert road along the Mediterranean coast is an extreme challenge for humans and also for vehicles.

However, for high-speed flying drones, it only takes about 20 minutes.

When Zelleran's towering diesel engine came into view, Jonas raised his arms and turned to the people around him, saying:

"This is much more useful than the Grim Reaper!"

His words immediately drew agreement from the operators nearby, who then complained, "That thing loses signal every few days, the maintenance costs are high, and the takeoff preparation time is long. Look at this thing, it only takes a few minutes!"

"It's absolutely perfect!"

"I heard the price is very cheap!"

"Shh! Don't say that! The price has nothing to do with us!"

"I see!"

While they were talking all at once, the drone had already entered Zeltan and was hovering over Zeltan under the control of the operators.

Upon reaching the target area, the operators were on high alert, searching for the bombing signals mentioned by the NATO forces in the blurry images.

"Staff Officer Jonas, we haven't seen any bombing signals on site. Please contact the frontline troops to confirm the type of signal!"

"Yes, Staff Officer Jonas, I haven't seen a signal either!"

"I do not have either!"

Upon hearing this, Jonas immediately began calling Jacob.

Zellertan.

A new round of fighting began, with bullets flying and shells bouncing around. Amidst the chaos, Jonas's voice suddenly came through Jacob's headphones. It was shrill and piercing, giving him a headache.

After dodging another round of bullets, he quickly found solid cover, pressed the button on his headset, and roared into the microphone:
"Could you please not call at this time?"

"Where is the bombing signal?"

"When the stupid logistics team gave us the laser guidance equipment, they didn't check the equipment. Two of them were broken, and one was out of power. We could only get close and use signal smoke grenades to mark you. The tanks were scared by the rockets and stayed on the outside, afraid to come in. We were attacked from both sides and blocked on the road, so we were attacked randomly."

"..." The person in the earpiece didn't reply, only heavy breathing could be heard. After a while, Jonas's voice came through again: "Look above your head, can you see a small drone flying overhead?"

"I can see the battleground from here, but I can't tell which of you are you!"

Jacob looked up and saw a small drone flying overhead. The sound of the drone's engine was particularly loud in the open sky, reminding Jacob of a story his grandfather had once told him.

When his grandfather fought against the Germans on the European battlefield, the German Scaturv aircraft was equipped with a very special propeller.

When it takes off, it's very noisy and scary.

He heard this sound when he first went to the battlefield, and at that time he felt like his soul had left his body.

While listening to the story, Jacob was still laughing at his grandfather, but now, his little heart started beating very hard.

At the same time, I was praying in my heart that this thing must be from my own family!
He pressed the microphone again and roared, "I saw it, what do we do?"

"Throw your smoke flares right in the enemy's face!"

Upon hearing this, Jacob did not hesitate for a moment. He took a smoke flare from the chest sling on his left chest, pulled the pin, and red smoke gushed out from the flare's seal.

Upon seeing the smoke, he took a deep breath and, with all his might, threw the smoke grenade directly towards the machine gun position around the corner.

Smoke grenades have specific functions in military, rescue, and civilian fields.

In the military field, white smoke grenades are commonly used for concealment and cover.

Yellow is generally used to mark chemical pollution, such as toxic gas leaks.

Green is generally used to mark friendly forces.

Red is an emergency signal and a danger warning. It is generally used to mark enemy targets or as a distress signal.

Purple has a variety of uses, but it is generally used to indicate nuclear radiation pollution and biochemical pollution.

Blue is used for maritime or aerial identification; naval vessels or aircraft rely on this signal to identify friendly targets.

It is usually used in conjunction with the orange signal.

The smoke grenade hit the wall and bounced forward a distance before landing steadily about 10 meters in front of the machine gun position.

The machine gunner on the other side was a local. Upon seeing the red smoke grenade, he calmly turned his gun and fired two shots at it.

Those two shots were very accurate; the smoke grenade was detonated instantly, and the chemical substances inside reacted in a flash, generating a large cloud of thick smoke.

Meanwhile, in the house next door, a sniper belonging to the local tribe saw this scene, his eyes widened, and without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed his gun and ran towards the stairwell.

The drones that had been hovering above the heads of the two sides like vultures now seemed to have eyes and swooped straight toward the location where the red smoke grenade had appeared.

The fastest drone flew overhead, then changed direction and crashed straight into the machine gun emplacement below.

The 40-kilogram TNT charge was detonated by the fuse the instant it made contact with the target.

A machine gun emplacement made of sandbags, steel plates, bricks, and iron barrels, which could hold off thousands of men, is nothing but a roadside fortress in the face of 40 kilograms of TNT.

The desert edges of the southern Mediterranean are exceptionally dry. With a deafening roar, the entrance to the alley where the machine gun emplacement was located acted like the barrel of a cannon, forcibly restraining the impact of the explosion, which finally gushed out into the alleys on all sides.

Upon seeing the drone rushing towards the enemy position, Jacob followed closely behind, peeking out to get a glimpse of its prowess.

However, the moment he looked out, an explosion occurred. He felt himself being suddenly thrown upwards by the ground, and the next second, a shockwave struck.

The shockwave, carrying a piece of sheet metal from the machine gun emplacement, swept past him about 20 centimeters away, finally striking the wall behind him like a sharp blade.

That piece of sheet metal was chopped into the wall, leaving only a palm-sized piece sticking out and swaying in the wind.

Jacob's gaze lingered on the sheet of metal for a long time until his teammates called him, bringing him back to his senses. Once he was fully awake, he realized he was soaked in sweat.

He took a deep breath, pressed the microphone button, and roared into it:

"How much explosives did you put inside?"

"Standard charge, 40 kilograms!"

Upon hearing this number, Jacob immediately opened his right hand, his five fingers together, and gently touched his forehead, chest, left shoulder, and right shoulder: "Jesus bless!"

After finishing his prayer, he roared again: "Next time, please specify the weight of the explosive charge."

"40 kilograms of explosives. If there were no cover in between, and if we were any closer together, we would all be dead!"

Despite his roar, Jonas on the other end of the earpiece remained unperturbed, simply saying, "You can throw the flare smoke grenades further away!"

Two seconds later, the same sentence repeated: "You can throw it over the wall!"

"But make sure to throw it far away!"

That voice was incredibly irritating, but unfortunately, Jacob couldn't hit him.

Jacob spat on the ground, switched communication channels, and returned to team command mode.
"The drone overhead belongs to us, and the explosion just now was caused by the drone."

"Now, take out your red flare smoke grenades and throw them at the place with the most enemy troops, at the place with the most firepower, and at the head of the enemy's heavy firepower."

"Each drone carries 40 kilograms of TNT. Throw them far away, or you'll blow yourselves up!"

After his new orders were given, the members of the ground assault team pulled out the red smoke grenades hanging from their chest rigs, pulled the pins, and threw them toward the firing positions set up against the buildings.

As the smoke grenade landed, the drones circling in the sky, like hunting dogs receiving a signal, bared their fangs and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye, finally crashing into the firing point.

The walls of these distinctive North African buildings can withstand bullets and hand grenades, but they can't withstand 40 kilograms of TNT.

Under the relentless attack of 20 drones, the firepower points set up by local armed groups and government forces were eliminated one by one, and the battle situation was reversed in an instant.

As the last drone landed, Jonas's voice rang out in Jacob's headphones once again:
"Don't rush. There are still 180 drones being assembled with explosives. Once they are assembled, they can take off. The latest batch will arrive in about 30 minutes. Be careful."

The communication was cut off, and Jacob immediately commanded his squad to rush to the nearest high ground. As they passed a store, they did not forget to loot the batteries inside.

Upon seeing the batteries, he cursed the logistics officer again.

Thirty minutes later, a new batch of drones arrived on time.

As a new batch of 30 drones swept overhead, their buzzing sound, like the flapping of bees' wings, still startled Jacob and his companions.

Thanks to their acquisition of the convenience store, they managed to scrape together some batteries and restart the laser equipment.

Thirty drones, each loaded with 40 kilograms of TNT, fell from the sky in succession. Each landing represented the elimination of a local armed force or Libyan government army stronghold.

After the 30th drone landed, the gunfire that had been echoing throughout Zeltan finally ceased.

Meanwhile, news of Zeltan's fall reached Tripoli.

"Didn't you say that America would disregard the lives of those soldiers for the sake of oil profits?"

"If that's the case, why did they deploy heavy artillery and launch a frenzied attack on Zeltan?"

"Don't they want oil anymore?"

Gaddafi's roar echoed in the underground fortifications, before him stood Rasuta and his men.

None of the men responded; they simply lowered their heads and listened quietly to Gaddafi's roar.

Having vented his anger and realizing it was utterly useless, Gaddafi naturally changed the subject, returning to the defensive map. He placed his hands on the map, his eyes fixed on Rasuta and the others:
“You told me that you said you could use street fighting to stop America’s offensive.”

"Now, tell me, how do we stop it?"

The group remained silent, but this time, everyone turned their attention to Rasuta and Zarawiyeh.

The others here are either air force or army personnel, and they all still have a considerable number of troops under their command.

But these two were the only ones who lost both their warships and their men, leaving them as two commanders without any support.

Even if they were killed here today, no one would speak up for them.

Seeing everyone's eyes fixed on the two men, Gaddafi, wanting to take advantage of the situation, tilted his head and asked casually:
"Rasuta, what are your thoughts?"

Rasuta first straightened his clothes and put on his hat, then raised his hand in a military salute before solemnly saying, "Respected Mr. President!"

"My opinion is that you should evacuate from Tripoli as soon as possible and secretly hide elsewhere."

"According to Zellertan's information, the enemy did not use missiles and heavy artillery, but drones."

"It's not a large drone, but a medium-sized one, somewhere between small and large."

"This drone has a long enough range to transmit images and data simultaneously, and can be regarded as a TV missile, a long-range TV missile."

"Unlike heavy artillery or missile attacks carried by large drones, this thing can hover over the battlefield, approach the target, and select a target to attack."

"The key to urban warfare is the firing positions hidden in buildings, but in the face of this thing, the firing positions hidden in buildings are useless."

"Once you open fire, you will become a prime target for this thing."

"It's fair to say that our urban warfare plan has failed!"

"For your safety, Mr. President, I suggest that you relocate as soon as possible, or rather, find a place to remotely control the operation!"

In the end, Rasuta knelt down on one knee before Gaddafi like a medieval knight, placing his head at Gaddafi's feet, displaying exceptional loyalty.

Seeing this from the crowd behind, Zarawiyeh's eyelids twitched. He cursed "shameless" in his heart, but his body betrayed him. He ran to Gaddafi and, imitating Rasutta's actions, knelt down on one knee before Gaddafi.
“Mr. President, General Rasuta is right. For your safety, I suggest you relocate as soon as possible and command our operations remotely.”

"This will ensure both your safety and the success of the operation!"

The lighting in the underground space was poor. Where Gaddafi was standing, the light falling on him would just block some of the light from his face.

When others look at him, they can't quite see the expression on his face.

He stood there, his gaze lingering on the two men for a long time, before finally turning to the others:

"what about you?"

(End of this chapter)