Battlefield Contractor

"The teams report the situation." Lin Rui used the communicator in the vehicle to contact the other teams.

"Three teams are complete."

"The second team has been completed and is on the way to the assembly point."

"The fourth team encountered a little trouble, but it has been resolved. We will arrive at the meeting point later."

Each team reported on the situation one after another. Generally speaking, the trouble they caused was not as great as Lin Rui's. After all, Lin Rui and others broke into the enemy's headquarters directly. It was a good thing that Lincoln and others joined midway, but it also caused even greater disturbance.

After getting rid of the pursuit, Lin Rui and the other teams hid in a quiet place in the east of the city. This was a small residential building, which was already empty.

Several teams rushed to the meeting one after another. Scarface nodded after seeing Lin Rui, "Boss."

"Is the situation of the fourth team okay?" Lin Rui asked.

"Two people were killed in battle, and a few others were injured." Scarface said in a low voice, "but the injury is fairly stable. I have some trouble getting rid of the enemy,"

Lin Rui nodded silently and checked his watch. "Time is almost up. The air strike is coming."

Dawn has not yet broken in the east, but the restlessness caused by Lin Rui and others in the terrorist camp only subsided soon. Suddenly, a terrorist heard a sharp roar across the night sky. Suddenly, everyone screamed and panicked.

The terrorist was stunned. After a while, he came back to his senses, standing on the sand dunes, saw other people running out of the tent one after another, running desperately in all directions, screaming while running.

At first these terrorists thought that the camp was attacked by the army, but he looked up and his legs trembled with fright. It was an air raid. It turned out that a large camp in the southwest corner instantly exploded and caught fire.

Balls of fire, the cloud of smoke from the explosion was as big as a mountain, and orange, white, and gray flares shot across the sky. The fireball that lit up instantly cast a dark red brilliance on the city, and disappeared to the horizon in a blink of an eye.

Terrorists have been precisely bombed in most of the main settings and camps. All the aerial bombs were guided precisely by the air raid beacons, and there was almost no deviation.

The Moroccan military office is crowded with military officers and advisers. Many calls were made at the same time, but the voices were very low, and there was a constant flow of people in the house. Moroccan high-ranking generals gathered.

These military chiefs gathered together and were all watching the air strike. These senior officers are sitting on pins and needles, anxiously awaiting news of the Royal Air Force bombing.

Suddenly, the phone from the Air Force rang, and the room was silent for a while. A general stepped forward to answer the phone.

"Play." He ordered.

A staff member connected the video signal. The live scene of Bill Enzaran appeared on the TV screen, showing a ball of fire from the city below.

The military building below immediately exploded, instantly turning into hundreds of millions of large and small fragments, splashing everywhere, and then the skyrocketing fire light rolled in all directions, sweeping across the entire Bill Enzaran.

Then, the lens zoomed in, although the light was still faint, but you could see the fire from all directions below.

Everyone in the office stared at the screen with breathlessness, stunned by the strange sight. For those terrorists, the boiling fire cloud was like death announcing his arrival.

"Good news, gentlemen. The airstrike was successful. The terrorists in Bill Enzalan suffered a fatal blow, while the ground forces, General Quinn and his men were launching a final attack. The battle is divided." The officer Smiled.

There was a commotion in the office, "Great, Bill Enzaran has been taken back!"

"This means that Quinn and the others have regained control of the central part of Western Sahara. They have blocked those terrorists to the south. Great, this is simply great."

General Quinn and the others did not waste the huge shock brought about by this air strike, and they immediately launched an offensive. The panicked terrorists failed to stop them this time.

Everything was as they had previously expected. The main terrorist camps in the city were destroyed, and the southern outer positions suffered heavy casualties from air strikes, and the air sector could hardly organize a decent counterattack.

Because their headquarters was completely blown up a few minutes ago. The unorganized terrorists scattered and fled. General Quinn’s men attacked before dawn, and had basically controlled the entire city at noon.

Although there is still sporadic resistance in a few areas, the terrorists are gone.

"Bill Enzalan is ours." When General Quinn announced the news to Lin Rui, he was excited and tired. The gray-haired general, hiding in the office, jumped like a child.

"Yes General. This is a great victory. It's not about how well the battle was fought, but about the future." Lin Rui stood at the window and looked outside, "We have completely controlled Bill Enzaran, The subsequent series of counter-offensive actions had a positive impact.

And through this action, we have completely won the trust of the military. Now they should be more confident to face the joint counter-terrorism forces. "

General Quinn was stunned for a moment, "This...why did they suddenly mention them again?"

"The general still doesn't understand? It was you who led the militia and took back Bir Enzalan with the assistance of the Moroccan government, not the joint counter-terrorism force.

In fact, they came home unfailingly, but we won the city,

This proves once again that the situation in Western Sahara can be controlled. It also proved that Western Sahara does not need a joint counter-terrorism force. Morocco will definitely use this big fuss. The day when the joint counter-terrorism forces withdraw is not far away.

They claim to be counter-strike elites trained in Western countries, and they have never lost so ugly. This time, not only the Orumi Federal Army, but also several other anti-terrorist allies have lost their face. "Lin Rui smiled.

"I'm a little embarrassed to say it. It feels like we have broken the job of the joint counter-terrorism force." General Quinn smiled.

"In fact, that's the case. But the general is not the time to relax. You must clean up the city and normalize it as soon as possible.

On the other hand, we have to contact Morocco and report the battle to them. Sometimes they can do what we can't. For example, when it comes to dealing with the joint counter-terrorism force, their attitude is crucial. "Lin Rui turned around.

"Contact the Moroccan government?" General Quinn was taken aback.

"And they must be contacted, let them make announcements and hold press conferences. We want everyone to understand what is happening here. Let everyone understand the sacrifices made by the militia.

This is another war. Not only do we have to win on the battlefield, we must also win outside the battlefield. That is public opinion. "Lin Rui smiled.