I was convicted of war crimes for farming in Africa?

2:40 a.m.

The third group arrived first at a secluded grassy slope about thirty meters away on the right side of the gate, ready to launch an attack at any time.

The other two groups rode in two jeeps and drove back along the road to the main gate.

"Stop!!"

The sentry stood in the middle of the road, waving and shouting, and the two jeeps stopped one after the other.

"Life or death, success or failure, all hinge on this moment."

Chen Jun sat in the second jeep, watching the sentry walk step by step toward the first jeep, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Although the others maintained a calm and composed expression, their hearts were actually pounding with anxiety.

Even with a well-developed battle plan, no one can guarantee that no unexpected events will occur; war is inherently unpredictable.

If my identity is exposed at this gate, I'll be in big trouble.

They were blocked at the gate and beaten.

Just imagine how terrible it would be.

Sensing that Chen Jun was more nervous than the others, Yang Yucai, who was sitting next to him, patted him on the shoulder and gave him a firm and reassuring look.

No longer needing to use the title of American advisor, Yang Yucai naturally no longer needed to sit in the lead vehicle; he only needed to follow the team and command operations at any time.

They had just changed into South Korean military uniforms.

The two people sitting in the front passenger seat of the car were Kim Dae-yong and Han Dae-nyeon, who were sent by the Korean People's Army. Both of them could speak the local dialect, and sitting in the front made it less likely for them to be exposed.

Jin Dayong and Han Danian are both veterans of the People's Army, so their mental fortitude must be exceptional.

They didn't show any nervousness, calmly watching the sentry approach. They waited for the sentry to follow the procedure, and then they cooperated with each other.

After verifying that the slogan was correct, they handed over the identification documents and, incidentally, showed off the armband.

The sentry at the gate confirmed that there were no problems, just as the intelligence they had gathered earlier indicated, and that no one was being checked individually before waving them through.

Once the wooden barricades blocking their path were removed, the road leading to the White Tiger Regiment's command post was opened.

The glimmer of hope for victory seemed to have been ignited.

No matter how hard the members of the attack squad sat in the two cars tried to control their emotions, they couldn't suppress the burgeoning murderous intent and excitement deep in their eyes.

Even though the volunteer soldiers did not seek fame or fortune, the honor of beheading the enemy was something they could not resist.

Honor is a soldier's life.

This has always been the case.

The two jeeps restarted and drove forward. Jin Dayong, the driver of the first vehicle, kept his eyes fixed on the regimental command post surrounded by tanks ahead.

At the same time, he silently chanted in his heart: Almost there, just a little closer, just a little closer.

Once they get within ten meters of the command post, they will have the perfect opportunity to strike and launch this surprise attack and decapitation strike behind enemy lines.

In other words, this short distance of a few dozen meters will determine whether this operation succeeds or fails.

The other soldiers sitting in the vehicle were no better off than Jin Dayong; their hands gripping their rifles so tightly that their knuckles turned white.

You can tell just how turbulent and earth-shattering their inner world is at this moment.

Thirty meters...

Twenty meters...

ten meters...

They successfully approached the optimal position without being detected by the enemy.

The soldiers sitting in the vehicle proceeded in an orderly fashion, following Yang Yucai's previous battle plan, getting off the vehicle one after another and pretending to casually walk towards their respective targets.

During this time, Bao Yuelu, the leader of the second combat team, did not take his team members to the communications room.

He discovered that the communications room was right next to the command room, and upon closer inspection, he found that the communications room was not large at all, and there was no need for four people to launch an assault together.

Moreover, Li Zhi brought a lot of good stuff with him, including white phosphorus grenades and anti-tank mines.

So when we came in by car just now, Bao Yuelu, as the team leader, made a last-minute change, instructing Li Zhi to distribute white phosphorus grenades to Chen Jun and Zhou Shifa.

If just three white phosphorus grenades go in, the three of them will be enough to take down the communications room.

Bao Yuelu, on the other hand, went to help the first group attack the most critical command post, aiming to destroy it completely as soon as possible.

To ensure he could maximize his effectiveness, Bao Yuelu even asked Li Zhi for an anti-tank grenade.

This grenade has a much higher explosive charge than other grenades; it can take down an ordinary armored vehicle with a single grenade, and even the tracks of a tank can be easily destroyed by the bomb.

The thought of throwing such a huge thing into a house to blow someone up is just too cruel.

But it's perfect for this situation.

……

2:45 a.m.

As the first jeep came to a stop, positioned between the two tanks surrounding the command post, the first group of men got out of the vehicle and walked towards the command post gate.

Two guards on duty outside the command center saw someone approaching and were about to step forward to stop them.

"Snap, whoosh—"

A red signal flare shot into the sky.

The instant Yang Yucai fired the signal flare, the chemical warfare squads, which had successfully infiltrated various parts of the command post, launched attacks on their respective targets at the same time.

The division of labor in the first combat team was very clear, and each person had their own primary objective.

Su Dechun and Huang Tongyu were in charge of the high-threat watchtower. They had already infiltrated to the base of the watchtower and immediately opened fire upon receiving the signal.

"Da da da da..."

Two submachine guns fired at close range, bullets raining down on the watchtower above.

The watchtower was just a simple structure made of sticks and planks, with only a single layer of planks underneath, offering no protection against bullets.

In the span of a single breath, both watchtowers were rendered completely unusable.

The searchlight above was shattered, and the two South Korean soldiers on the tower died instantly, their blood dripping down the cracks in the wooden planks.

Li Peilu and Zhang Lianxun's target was the guards.

Before the two guards could react, they were killed almost simultaneously by two men whose movements were so practiced they seemed to leave afterimages.

Huang Tongyu, the last remaining member of the group, had his primary objective: the command center.

Rushing into the huge command room alone would have been extremely irrational, so he opted for the common method of using grenades to clear the way.

pity.

Huang Tongyu didn't know if he was just unlucky or if being too nervous and excited affected his performance.

The grenade he pulled out immediately was thrown quite quickly, but it didn't go inside the door; instead, it hit the door frame and bounced out.

This isn't fatal, but it's quite troublesome.

They had already taken out the guards and were preparing to rush in once the grenades exploded. They opened fire with two submachine guns at the same time, forcing Li Peilu and Zhang Lianxun, who were clearing out the command room, to run to the side and hide behind a tank.

Otherwise, if the ricocheting grenade explodes, the two of them will not only be unable to rush in, but will also become victims.