Chapter 1324 - Code Named: Firefight (1/2)
Colonel Gibson was right, his watch was indeed broken.
And it was not just his electronic watch…
As night began to settle, the entire base gradually became dark.
Sergeant Duke took his comrades and exchanged positions with the patrolling soldiers. He shouted at the patrol on duty on the sentry tower.
“What happened? Why didn’t you turn on the light?”
“I don’t know… the power system seems to be malfunctioning. I have sent someone to notify the repair team. Damn, is my walkie-talkie broken too? I have to ask logistics to get me a new one.”
“Yours is broken too?”
“What do you… wait, yours is broken too?”
Sergeant Duke’s expression gradually became serious, and sweat began to ooze out from his forehead.
He started to realize what may have happened, and he believed that the headquarters must also realize what may have happened.
It was just that as a soldier, when he started to realize the seriousness of the problem and didn’t receive any communication…
It might be too late.
At the same time, on the runway in front of the hangar on the other side of the military base.
Inside the cockpit of the F35 fighter jet, the pilot who was on an airstrike mission pressed the buttons on his control panel, and the confusion in his eyes started to become apparent.
“Strange.”
The engine did not respond, and some of the instruments seemed to be broken as they no longer changed.
“This is Gladiator-1, the aircraft’s ignition system has malfunctioned, mission is terminated…”
There was no response from the command tower.
The pilot took off his helmet and was about to open the cockpit, but his extended hand stopped in mid-air.
When he looked up in the air, his pupils gradually enlarged, his lips moved slightly, but he only let out one word.
Reflected in the dilated pupils were rows of emerald green flare.
“God…”
…
The operation codenamed “Firefight” was a direct response to NATO’s Operation “Torch”.
In the mountainous region east of Bucaramanga, the 14th NATO Mechanical Battalion and the 27th Infantry Brigade of Colombia, stationed on the 772 Heights, were relentlessly bombed by Moro’s firepower.
There was no warning, only the tail flames in the air announced the beginning of the bombing.
The mighty and invincible Type 63 multiple rocket launcher once again rewritten its legend on the Colombian battlefield. When the hurricane-like rocket rains ravaged on the NATO forces, other than the raging dust and shrapnel, nothing else was visible.
“DAMMIT! How did they get so close! Where did our patrols go!”
Curled up in the foxhole, the battalion commander of NATO’s 14th Mechanical Battalion tightened his helmet.
Not far from him, an armored vehicle that had just driven out of the garage was penetrated by a 107mm rocket after it failed to dodge. The rocket hit the ammunition rack, and the explosions skyrocketed, and the shock even ripped off the turret.
The flames of the exploded armored car reflected from his pupils, and a trace of despair appeared on the face of the battalion commander.
Until now, he had not seen any reinforcements, nor had he seen fighters whizzing past his head to harvest those arrogant rocket launchers.
What happened?
…
What happened?
The patrols stationed under the high ground were also confused.