Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Chapter 502 The action begins

Author: Durian Shield

Chapter 502 The action begins

In the early morning, the sky was still dark. Located in the jungle of the Amazon state in northwestern Brazil, the frontline airport, which had been sleeping all night, became brightly lit early in the morning.

The soldiers from each battalion finished breakfast early, then lined up neatly and went to the pier fully armed, boarding the ships that had been prepared on the pier.

They were transported by boat to their designated locations.

As the vanguard of the entire army, the twenty members of the Naval Special Tactics Research Group took advantage of the dim light of the early morning and left the camp early under the transport of ten helicopters.

In the eyes of the soldiers themselves, their mission this time was not too simple.

They do not need to act as jungle ghosts and sneak into the enemy's camp to take the enemy general's head. They only need to get to the outside of the enemy camp and use radios and special colored smoke bombs to indicate the location of the rebels to the naval aviation bomber group.

Although equipment such as infrared night vision devices appeared in World War II, these equipment are now large and not suitable for individual soldiers to carry. Therefore, the special tactics research team is still unable to move freely in the dark tropical rainforest.

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The only option is to take a helicopter and rappel outside the enemy camp when it is almost dark, and then slowly move towards the enemy camp and determine its specific location.

This can be regarded as the first time that a helicopter has been used in actual combat, and it directly uses rope descent to penetrate the front line.

If this was learned by the US military, there would be endless consequences. Therefore, Fang Lang kept this brand-new special tactic very secret. No one except his own people in the Naval Special Tactics Research Group knew about it.

Affected by the size of the Bell 47, the soldiers could only tie themselves outside the helicopter and be blown forward by the strong wind.

By the time the helicopter that Rez Vázquez was riding approached the scheduled rappel position, half an hour had passed since the departure. Being hung in the air for half an hour, filling his stomach with cool air, made Rez Vázquez

It was definitely not a good experience for Vazquez.

But he was not angry, but rather eager to try, because he knew very well that they were making history, and this would be the first actual combat of their Brazilian Navy special tactics research team.

It is also the first actual combat using helicopters. Although these must be kept secret now, in the future, they will definitely be remembered by history.

Rez Vázquez, who had been paying attention to the jungle environment, heard the sound of the pilot tapping the glass in the helicopter cockpit. He quickly turned his head and saw the pilot making gestures to him, indicating that the rope was not far ahead.

He demoted his position and told him to get ready.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Rez Vazquez's lips, thinking that he no longer had to be hung here in the cold wind.

Following the direction of the pilot's finger, Rez Vazquez saw an irregular open space about thirty meters in diameter in the dense jungle not far away.

The ground is covered with deep weeds and short shrubs.

He turned to the pilot and gave a thumbs up, indicating that he was ready.

Seeing this, the pilot also gave a thumbs up and approached the clearing. After reaching the top of the clearing, the helicopter began to enter a hovering state, and Rez Vazquez threw the rope that had been tied to his side to the ground.

After taking a look at the weeds that were blown to the ground by the strong wind from the helicopter, the swaying bushes, and the frightened small animals that ran out of them, Rez Vazquez smiled slightly.

He untied the rope that bound him, squatted on the landing gear, holding the sling with both hands, nodded to the pilot in the cab, and nodded to his comrades on the other side.

When the countdown from the three fingers extended by the pilot ended, the two soldiers jumped out of the helicopter at the same time, feeling the heat brought by the friction between the rope and their gloves, and the sense of security brought by holding the rope between their feet.

Instead of showing any sign of fear, Rez Vazquez was slightly excited.

When he felt a thick feeling under his feet, he understood that he had landed. Without any hesitation, he loosened the rope in his hands, picked up the G3 automatic rifle that had been hanging in front of him, walked quickly before half-crouching on the ground.

He formed a back-to-back alert situation with another comrade.

The helicopter pilot above saw the vigilant figures of the two men from above, breathed a sigh of relief, and directly pulled the control stick to give way to the landing position.

Soon the next helicopter waiting behind took over his position, and two more special operations team members descended to the landing site.

After there were four special forces members on the ground, they began to automatically rush into the jungle in an offensive posture in four directions, searching for any hidden dangers around them.

As the helicopters behind dropped off the soldiers one by one, all ten members of the heavily armed special tactics research team landed on the ground.

The commander here is Rez Vazquez. After seeing that everyone had arrived, he did not speak. He just nodded to everyone, took out the compass to determine the direction, and then went directly without hesitation.

Go deeper into the jungle.

Zhuang Xintian, who was elsewhere, was leading another ten-man team to safely land at the predetermined location and began to move toward the enemy camp. The entire operation was concealed and fast.

Because it was not bright yet, the light in the jungle was very dim, but this obviously could not stump the soldiers of the special tactics research team who had undergone professional training.

Under the cover of the dense jungle, the soldiers were like ghosts in the jungle, flashing between the trees from time to time and soon losing sight of them.

At this time, in the enemy camp, the rebels led by Brother Eddie were still sleeping. Although someone provided help to them, they successfully jumped out of the encirclement of the government troops and obtained sufficient supplies.

But traveling through the jungle and hiding in Tibet for such a long time is also exhausting physically and mentally. Most of the rebels are taking advantage of the rare rest period to take a good rest.

As for the sound of the helicopter flying, it was blocked by the dense virgin jungle, and the helicopter deliberately avoided the target, so they could not detect it at all.

The Marines who landed on the south bank of the Yapra River in boats have already begun to move towards the rebel camp.

In fact, the rebel camp is not far from the south bank of the Yapra River, less than twenty miles away, so it is not too difficult for the Marines who have experienced rigorous jungle warfare training!

Naturally, the first ones to approach the outskirts of the rebel camp were the members of the Navy's Special Tactics Research Team.

Rez Vazquez, who had been walking at the front of the team, crossed a small ditch and gently raised his right fist. Following the people walking behind him, they slowly squatted down in tacit understanding and began to search for each other.

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Rez Vazquez looked through the gaps in the wide leaves in front of him, observed quietly for a while, and then made a few gestures to the soldiers behind him.

Soon there were two soldiers, who slowly and lightly moved back to both sides.

Under a big tree not far away, a slovenly rebel soldier wearing civilian clothes and holding an M1 Garand rifle was leaning against the big tree, yawning, and feeling a little drowsy.

The feeling of sleeping.

Rez Vazquez looked at this guy who was obviously a sentry from a distance with cold eyes. Suddenly, the sleepy sentry seemed to be disturbed by some sound.

He shook his head and looked in one direction. Before he could find anything, there was a green floc in the bushes beside him and it was nailed to his neck in a flash.

He seemed to have sensed something. He reached out to touch his neck with a confused expression, and unexpectedly touched a ball of furry stuff. He wiped it off and held it in his hand. It turned out to be a blow needle.

Before he could figure out what happened, he had already lost consciousness and slowly fell backwards. Just when he was about to fall to the ground, a pair of hands stretched out from the bushes behind him and gently

They caught his body and dragged his body into the bushes.

All this happened quietly, and if Rez Vazquez hadn't been looking at each other, no one would have known what was happening.

After the sentry fell, Rez Vazquez slowly stepped forward with his gun in hand and continued to advance.

This time he stopped again after walking less than fifty meters, pulled out a monocular telescope from his tactical vest, and looked at the rebel camp not far away.

After observing for about ten minutes, they made a gesture behind them, and everyone began to retreat slowly. When passing by the sentry position, they saw the sentry holding a gun in both hands and leaning against a big tree. He seemed to be sleeping soundly.

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The blowing needle around his neck has lost its trace, and he looks like a sentry who has fallen asleep at his sentry post.

As for the people who were changing the guard when they came and found that the sentry was dead, they could not think that the sentry died from an enemy attack. After all, the sentry had no obvious injuries at all.

Even if someone suspected the wound on the neck, they would most likely think it was the work of poisonous insects in the jungle.

After retreating nearly a mile from the enemy camp, Rez Vazquez's team stopped, and the signal soldiers in the team began to use walkie-talkies to contact the headquarters.

In order to prevent poor signals in the jungle, Fang Lang sent a reconnaissance plane early to hover in the distance. The situation reported by Rez Vazquez's team was quickly relayed by the reconnaissance plane and received by the command headquarters.

Fang Lang, who was waiting at the headquarters, quickly received the information from Zhuang Xintian and Rez Vazquez. He nodded with satisfaction, turned to look at the staff officer beside him and said:

"Are the Marines in place?"

The staff officer on the side heard Fang Lang's inquiry and quickly stood at attention and saluted:

"Boss, according to the information that came in five minutes ago, the Marine Corps will have twenty minutes to reach the designated location."

Hearing this, Fang Lang raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, nodded, and asked another staff officer beside him:

"Are the bomber formations ready?"

The staff officer stood at attention and saluted:

"Boss, all forty bombers are ready and ready to go at any time."

"Very good, my order! The clearance operation officially began. The bombers took off and arrived at the designated location half an hour later to launch a carpet bombing of the enemy camp."

Fang Lang threw the pencil in his hand on the desk in front of him, stood up straight and spoke slowly and seriously.

The entire command headquarters was instantly filled with a murderous atmosphere, and all the staff members stood up to attention and said in unison:

"Yes! Your Majesty General!"

Next, the order was passed via walkie-talkie to the frontline troops and the aviation barracks.

The naval aviation personnel who had been waiting for a long time quickly rushed out of their respective barracks, put on their flight hats, and ran to their respective fighters.

Most of these pilots are still students, but flying bombers to drop bombs is no longer difficult for them. Everyone is very excited to get such a rare opportunity to practice as students.

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, these pilots, led by the ten earliest aircraft carrier pilots, had already discussed this operation repeatedly in the barracks, including the flight formation, who dropped the bomb first, and who was responsible for bombing that area.

Everyone has gone through repeated drills.

Now that we have finally reached the stage of actual combat testing, everyone is both nervous and excited.

It was under this circumstance that the former frontline commander of the Army Department, Major General Walter Wesker, took his own jeep to the field airport, preparing to take a plane and return to the Ministry of Defense to report on his duties.

(End of chapter)