Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One after another, U.S. military UH-1 helicopters, like boiled dumplings, crashed into the jungle.

The "air cavalry" who were just moments ago so arrogant and playing symphonies have now become completely helpless aerial turkeys.

Those green pipes painted in camouflage are like unreasonable Grim Reapers.

Once locked on by that eerie "beep beep" sound, no matter how you pull up or perform tactical maneuvers, the missile trailing white smoke will stay firmly on the engine's exhaust pipe.

What's the use of thick armor?

This thing is specifically designed for drilling into engines!

The moment you enter, you're hit with a bone-chilling cold, and you explode in mid-air into a dazzling fireball, instantly vaporizing both you and the machine.

"Mayday! Mayday! I've been hit! Tail rotor malfunction!"

"Help! They're under the canopy! We can't see them!"

The radio was filled with desperate screams and piercing static.

A war machine worth millions of dollars was easily destroyed by iron pipes worth a few thousand dollars. No matter how you look at it, this is infuriating.

……

US Air Force base in Da Nang, South Vietnam.

The tarmac was full of helicopters that hadn't taken off yet, their rotors spinning weakly in the wind.

But at that moment, not a single pilot was willing to walk toward their aircraft.

"I won't fly! I'd rather die than fly!"

A blond lieutenant slammed his flight helmet to the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast driven mad, as he roared madly at his superior:

"That's not war, that's going to your death!"

"That damned forest is full of anti-aircraft missiles; we'll be blown to bits the moment we peek out!"

The base commander, enraged, drew his pistol, pressed it against the lieutenant's forehead, and spat as he spoke:

"This is an order! The infantry at the front are being slaughtered; they need air support!"

"If you dare disobey orders, I'll kill you right now!"

"Then shoot!"

The lieutenant abruptly ripped open his collar, pointed to his chest, and his smile was more like a grimace:

"At least if I die at your hands, I'll at least have a whole body."

"If I went to that jungle, I wouldn't even have a single bone left!"

The dozens of pilots around him all stood in silence.

No one stepped forward to stop them; some even silently placed their hands on their sidearms at their waists, their eyes revealing a ruthless determination to destroy everything.

A strike across the board.

These once-proud individuals, who used to treat the sky as their own backyard, have completely broken down psychologically.

Nobody wants to be the sucker who has to pay thousands of dollars to replace their pipes.

……

Without air cover, the American infantrymen, trapped deep in the jungle, faced a true hell.

"Calling for air support! We need fire support!"

The infantry company commander hid behind a large tree and screamed frantically into the walkie-talkie.

But all I heard in the headphones was a hissing static sound; there was no response.

"Sir, there's not a single bird in the sky! Those bastards in the Air Force have abandoned us!"

The communications soldier threw away his headset in despair, trembling like a leaf.

There was no more machine gun fire from helicopters, and no more napalm bombs used to sweep the ground.

These American soldiers, accustomed to the riches of war, were suddenly rendered blind and deaf.

"Click".

Someone stepped on and broke a transparent tripwire hidden in the mud.

"boom--!"

The Claymore landmines tied to the tree trunks exploded with a deafening roar.

Seven hundred steel balls swept out in a fan shape, instantly tearing the first half of the class into bloody, mangled pieces.

"Landmines! Take cover!"

The remaining soldiers were terrified and frantically rushed into the bushes nearby.

As soon as it landed, there was a muffled "bang," and an anti-personnel bounding mine bounced into the air.

It exploded in mid-air, much to their utter horror.

Danger lurked everywhere – in the trees, on the ground, and in puddles.

You could easily blow a stone to pieces by kicking it.

This humid and sweltering rainforest has become a bottomless pit that devours life.

……

Saigon, the highest U.S. military command.

On the large conference table, instead of battle maps, lay a thick, round, military-green tube.

There were obvious burn marks at the end of the tube, indicating that it had just been fired.

General Westmoreland stared intently at the pipe, his face ashen, like that of a dead man.

His fingers trembled as he stroked the few clear, white-painted square characters on the tube.

Although he didn't know Chinese, he was very familiar with the style of this font.

"General, the intelligence department has confirmed it."

The staff officer next to him swallowed hard, his voice dry as if he were rubbing sandpaper:

"This is a man-portable air defense missile."

"And currently, only one country in the world possesses this technology."

"Chinese……"

Westmoreland gritted his teeth as he spat out those three words, feeling a chill run down his spine.

They did not send a single soldier.

They just threw over a few pipes, and they completely crippled the US military's proud air cavalry!

……

Thousands of miles away, in Beijing.

The heating was on full blast in the office of the director of the Shenzhou Bureau.

Shen Jinghong leaned back in his leather seat, holding his iconic enamel mug, and slowly blew away the foam.

He looked at the battle damage report that had just been sent back from the front lines on the table, and a dangerously cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Trying to wage a counterinsurgency war at our southern gateway?"

Shen Jinghong took a sip of hot tea and gazed intently at the snowflakes falling outside the window.

His voice was deep, yet it carried a murderous aura that sent shivers down the spines of the entire world.

"Welcome to..."

"Flesh grinder".