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Chapter 653 The Farce Ends! (First Update!)

As the Minister of Defense, Musa knew very well why Sall was in such a hurry. He shook his head at him and delivered news that brought him despair:
"Based on the intelligence I've received, these people appear to be from the 8th Mechanized Infantry Brigade!"

"Of course!"

He paused again, catching his breath: "Besides the people from the 8th Mechanized Infantry Brigade, there are others."

"The specific list of personnel will only be available after this matter is concluded and the final statistics are compiled, so that we can find out their backgrounds."

"But I can assure you, they are indeed Saudis!"

"There might be people from abroad, but not many!"

These words completely enraged Saller.

He stood up, gestured wildly, and shouted at Musa, "Is this something to brag about?"

"Look at these idiots. From beginning to end, did they even use their brains to think about where the drones overhead came from?"

"They are soldiers!"

"But they don't have any of the qualities of soldiers right now; they look just like street thugs."

"Such combat skills..."

"I……"

"you……"

Saller wanted to curse, but when the words came out, he suddenly realized that the vocabulary he had was completely inadequate to describe his feelings.

Finally, he could only reach out to Musa: "Contact Alwad and the captain of our Russian mercenaries. Tell them not to hold back. Use the fastest speed and the ruthless methods to completely eliminate these guys."

"Be fast!"

"I don't want to hear from them again tomorrow morning!"

“Okay!” Musa nodded vigorously, walked to the side, picked up the phone on the table, and gave orders to Alwad and their hidden spies, namely the group of Russians.

The Saudi royal palace is laid out facing southwest from the northeast and covers a very large area.

It includes the king's daily living area, administrative area, and leisure area.

The administrative area is located in the mid-western part of the palace complex, the living quarters are in the south-central part, and the leisure area is in the southeastern corner. The entire palace is isolated from the outside world by a wall.

In the southeasternmost recreational area, three tanks are hidden at the edge of the lush green bushes, with only a hexagonal cannon barrel protruding outwards.

At the foremost tank, Alyosha, the Russian mercenary captain, put down his walkie-talkie and turned to the team member operating the drone beside him: "Where are those people?"

The team member controlling the drone looked up and said with a complicated expression:
“It’s right there on Prince Ahmed Road. From our position, we can easily cover them all with mortar fire.”

Alyosha had previously seen those people swaggering along the highway using a drone.

At this moment, having received the order to attack, he was also in some pain and unsure whether he should attack immediately.

As a mercenary, his mission is to help his employer solve problems.

However, there is a problem: if they solve the problem too quickly, the employer may feel that their task is too simple and reduce the fee.

But if he didn't resolve the issue quickly, he felt that dealing with these people was a complete waste of his life.

After all, those I've seen before, even the terrorists, know that when they're attacking, they should hide and avoid being seen, so that others can't figure out their location.

These guys, on the other hand, drove several tanks and swaggered through the residential area!

They even took a huge detour along the highway!
Have you never learned about infantry-tank coordination or tank infiltration?
Emerging from the residential area where they were hiding, they went directly through the palace, shortening the distance by four or five kilometers!
Isn't that time?

After pressing his forehead to think for a while, Alyosha finally decided to deal with these people quickly first. After all, he had already taken a lot of money, so he could lower his price later!
He tuned the walkie-talkie to the appropriate channel and shouted into it: "All mortars, prepare! All drones, prepare to guide the mortars to their targets!"

As soon as the voice faded, the drone operator's voice immediately came through the walkie-talkie.

"5 o'clock position, distance 1200-1400! 0.2 units of firepower coverage!"

The drone operator's voice disappeared, and in the open space behind the tank, in a mortar position consisting of 12 120mm mortars, the gunners were methodically adjusting the angles of the mortars.

After adjustments were made, the 18-kilogram mortar shell was loaded into the barrel and fired!

One shell after another was loaded into the cannon barrel and then fired wildly.

来自俄罗斯2s12牵引式120毫米迫击炮，高爆弹标准配置一个基数为80发，最高射速可达5发每分钟。

With 0.2 base units and 16 shells, thanks to the extraordinary performance of these Russian superhumans, it only took two and a half minutes.

Once the last shot had ceased, Alyosha hung his binoculars around his neck, opened the tank's cockpit, and simultaneously issued his final order over the radio: "Open the wall, tanks attack! Heavy machine guns and mortars provide cover!"

At his command, the mercenaries who had been waiting by the wall immediately attached their bombs to the wall, hid to the side, and pressed the remote control.

With a loud bang, the bomb on the wall exploded, blasting a gap about 20 meters wide from the inside out.

The tank, which had been hiding in the bushes, was no longer concealed. The driver floored the accelerator, the battery began to output power, the electric motor emitted its distinctive hum, propelling the tank like an arrow out of a bow, bursting out of the bushes and rushing out through the gap in the wall.

Outside the wall lies a flat desert, and a highway built across it; in short, it's very flat.

Emerging from the dust and smoke of the collapsing wall, Alyosha, the gunner, used the tank's aiming system to lock onto a target several hundred meters away, thus avoiding a salvo of mortar fire from the tank.

Three.

"Brovsky! You're on the far left! Lagerlöf, you're on the far right, and I'm in the middle!"

Using the walkie-talkie, Alyosha assigned one of the three tanks opposite them to each person, making sure no one took more than one. As he was assigning them, the three tanks opposite them spotted them.

The advancing tank quickly stopped, then adjusted its gun barrel and began to lock onto the three tanks that had charged out.

The three tanks that broke through the wall continued to move at high speed, and after breaking through the wall, they changed their original triangular formation into a straight line.

The three tanks opposite them also spotted them. Instead of continuing their advance, the three tanks stopped almost simultaneously and began shaking their gun barrels.

The opposing side did not choose a 1-on-1 confrontation, but instead opted for a 3-on-1, unanimously turning their guns towards the tank where Alyosha was charging at the forefront.

The driver began swaying left and right, attempting to evade the enemy tank's lock-on using his movements, but the enemy was also elite.

The two tanks on the left and right opened fire simultaneously, using their cannons to block Alyosha's tank from moving left and right, creating opportunities for his teammates.

However, their act of stopping the vehicle to provide cover for their teammates also created an opportunity for Alyosha's teammates.

Alyosha's two tanks quickly aimed at each other and opened fire almost the instant the other opened fire.

The distance was so close that almost the instant the sound rang out, the two tanks on the other side exploded.

The enemy's armor-piercing shells flew horizontally, blocking Alyosha's tank's movement from the left and right, while the third tank opened fire two seconds after the two tanks did.

The driver was very bold; he slightly adjusted the direction, tilting the car diagonally towards the opposite side.

The armor-piercing round made direct contact with the tank's frontal armor. It ricocheted!

With a clang, the three men inside the tank breathed a sigh of relief. Alyosha quickly adjusted the gun barrel, trying to take out the last tank, but unfortunately, the two friendly tanks on his left and right were faster than him.

The moment he locked onto the enemy tank, both tanks on either side opened fire simultaneously, and the two shells hit their targets, sending the enemy tank flying.

Watching the enemy's turret being blown into the air through the scope, then falling back down and crashing heavily into the desert, Alyosha felt his life was bleak and he couldn't go on living like this anymore.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared at the other two tanks:
"I said one car per person!"

"You were too slow! Brovisky, I just saw it through the scope, my gun hit first, so this score is mine!" Lagerev's voice came, along with the cheerful voices of his crew.

As for Brovisky's voice, all that could be heard was his gritted teeth and vicious tone.

After eliminating the three tanks ahead, the remaining three tanks continued their advance.

Behind them, more than 100 heavily armed Russian mercenaries, riding in trucks and armored vehicles, poured out of the gap and followed three tanks toward the rebels ahead.

A distance of a few hundred meters is not a very long distance for tanks and armored vehicles.

They soon came into contact with the main force of the rebels.

Alternatively, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a defeated and remnant army.

The once wide highway has now been transformed into a living hell.

In the previous round of fire, 7 of the 12 tanks carried by Lahman's main force were hit head-on and their hatches were blown open.

Two tanks had their tracks blown off. The people inside did not evacuate quickly, or rather, they did not have time to evacuate, or perhaps they did not want to escape. They were all killed by the shockwave inside the tanks.

As for the remaining infantrymen who traveled by car, they were almost all killed or wounded in that round of artillery fire because they had no cover.

Those who were still alive lay on the ground, groaning, crying, and regretting, waiting for death to come.

After scanning the area, Alyosha directed the three tanks to split up to the left and right, dividing the scene.

Meanwhile, the more than 100 people behind them quickly entered the battlefield and began to deal with the people on the ground.

Their orders were to execute all of them.

Leave no one behind.

At first, they were a little hesitant, but after seeing the state of the people on the scene, they decisively picked up their guns and sent these people to their deaths as soon as possible.

Once the scene was mostly cleared, Alyosha picked up the walkie-talkie, switched to another channel, and said to the person on the other end:
"Battlefield 1 and 2 have been resolved. Over!"

"Number 2, Number 1 is closing in, very busy, over!"

Oraya District.

This is Riyadh's wealthy district, where most of Saudi Arabia's richest people gather. This district is located northeast of Nasir, and it has many high-rise buildings. From here, you can get a good view of Nasir.

At the top of the King's Tower in Saudi Arabia, Lahman stood dejectedly holding binoculars, staring blankly at the distant royal palace from above.

He didn't understand why things weren't going according to his plan.

At the beginning.

He was also pleased because, in his sight, his army was marching out of its hiding place in the Suleimania district and rapidly advancing toward the palace.

All this army needs to do is enter the palace, capture the acting king Sal, and then execute him.

At that time, he could become the King of Saudi Arabia.

However, his army was intercepted halfway.

His army was almost wiped out with just one round of artillery fire.

The only tank engagement that could be considered a direct offensive and defensive battle ended with the destruction of three of their own tanks.

He stared blankly down below, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

At an altitude of over 300 meters, the wind from the desert howled past, carrying some dust that stung my face.

After standing there stunned for a moment, he picked up the phone, unwilling to give up, and began frantically calling his allies.

No matter how he called out, he could no longer contact the several allies who had been chatting and laughing with him not long ago.

After calling for several minutes, Rahman took a deep breath.

We can't stay here anymore.

Gotta leave quickly.

He threw his binoculars and cell phone off the observation deck, then turned and shouted to his bodyguard beside him:

"Come on!"

Upon receiving the order, the bodyguards quickly followed, first putting a bulletproof vest on Rahmana, then surrounding him, and hurried towards the elevator.

The group entered the elevator and selected the basement level.

The elevator descended rapidly, but the 99-story building was simply too tall, and it took a while for the elevator to finally reach the basement level.

The elevator doors opened, and the bodyguards immediately pulled Rahmana towards the exit. But after only a few steps, the bodyguards in front stopped in unison and raised their hands.

They suddenly stopped, and Lahman, who was running behind them, crashed into them, his head throbbing painfully. He instinctively kicked the person blocking his way.

But after kicking the man, he noticed the dark gun barrels in front of him.

In addition to small-caliber rifles, there were also 12.7mm heavy machine guns and several rockets.

Looking at the firepower, Lahman gently weighed his bulletproof vest in his hand.

Very well, this bulletproof vest is no different from paper in front of these things.

He pushed aside the bodyguards blocking his way and slowly walked towards the gun barrel: "I am Lahman bin Al Saud, the mastermind behind this operation. I request to see Sall!"

"If he agrees, then I will hand over the list of everyone involved in this plot."

"If he doesn't agree, then this secret will have to be erased along with me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the muzzle of the gun opposite him suddenly flashed.

Immediately afterwards, bullets swept past him like a storm, along with the bodyguards behind him.

Two minutes later, the gunfire stopped.

Andreyevich stepped out from the crowd, examined the body, and pressed the microphone:
"Number 0, Number 0, this is Number 1, target achieved!"

(End of this chapter)