King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 587 - 564 Favor with the Tide

Joe Ga said he didn't want to get involved, but once he officially issued the orders, the entire P·B control area mobilized.

In the temporary command center, Zahovic watched as an American lieutenant colonel began mobilizing rapid response forces through the command system, while the Frenchman beside him was not to be outdone; a colonel started issuing orders as well…

Not only did these two parties bring personnel, but they also moved their command systems over.

The immense pressure had united several groups, yet it frustrated commander Zahovic considerably.

In terms of actual military rank, Zahovic was just a major.

In terms of combat experience, Zahovic also fell short.

In terms of the combat power of his subordinates, well, if one were to really count, P·B would at least have an advantage locally; however, this didn't include the logistical support of America and France…

France had sent its aircraft carrier into the Mediterranean, and the Rafale fighters roamed around the Mediterranean every few days.

America had a military base in Italy with over forty F18s ready to fly over the Mediterranean for support at any time; their drone command center in Germany had sent over drones that were more frequent than those of the National Army these past few days.

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Only the slight progress in the interrogations and the fact that boss Qiao had maintained a degree of sanity had prevented the American and French commanders from storming the last bits of territory held by the terrorists…

Under these circumstances, Zahovic really couldn't hold his ground!

Unlike Dorian, who lorded over from the rear, Zahovic faced weaknesses on all fronts.

The American and French commanders were too attention-grabbing, and without Boss Qiao's support, Zahovic had felt the past week drag on like years.

Now that Joe Ga had finally sent clear orders, Zahovic watched the two parties setting up their own plans, he gathered his courage and moved to the center position and said, "Let all the special forces personnel gather around our boss.

If the terrorists try to break through, some of them will enter to assist in the evacuation of the local populace, with the rest starting a pursuit mission, driving the terrorists towards our predetermined location."

The American lieutenant colonel looked at Zahovic and, after hesitating for a moment, picked up the radio and said, "This is command, all members of Red Squadron gather around Hu Lang, um, coordinating with the boss's actions..."

After finishing, the middle-aged lieutenant colonel with slightly graying temples looked at Zahovic and asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

Zahovic was taken aback by the colonel's decisiveness, then he saw the Lion Head Badge worn on the colonel's arm and suddenly realized that this guy was a temp for P·B…

This discovery made Zahovic wish he could slap himself; what a great opportunity it was—if only he had been more flexible, he could have gained firsthand understanding of the United State Army's operational model.

This guy was a mere temp and, being under someone else's roof, would have to cooperate with Zahovic as long as the requests were not unreasonable. And because of his lack of confidence, Zahovic had missed out.

Zahovic sighed in frustration and then turned towards the French contingent, saying, "All paratrooper corps gather around the boss, and the Foreign Legion will be in charge of setting up the trap."

The French were not temps; the colonel in his fifties looked at Zahovic and, only after making sure Zahovic wouldn't bow his head again, shook his head with a wry smile and arranged for the French SAS to deploy.

After the arrangements were made, the colonel looked at Zahovic and said with a smile, "You should apply some pressure to the English. Just because we united to push them out of the command center doesn't mean you can't use them.

The Second Air Service Group isn't bad in terms of combat power!"

Then the colonel, who should be in the prime of life, looked at Zahovic and said with a smile, "Young man, you are a soldier, but your boss has set up too many miscellaneous tasks for you.

I suggest you propose to your boss to strip away his command, and let you direct the special forces' operations."

Hu Lang had been acting more like a politician for so many days, not a qualified commander.

"But you can be, and we have enough resources and excellent soldiers!"

Zahovic was taken aback, and just as he was about to refuse, the American Lieutenant Colonel beside him actually chimed in, saying, "I agree with Colonel Lunner's opinion. Hu Lang has a problem with attention allocation. He can't handle commanding so many squads at the same time.

"At this point, we should try to achieve as perfect a closure as possible, which is undoubtedly what Hu Lang would want."

At that moment, Zahovic didn't know what to feel. When had a Sevillian ever received such affirmation?

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When Joe Ga received the notification at the front, he felt insulted...

But Joe himself knew his own affairs; he indeed had a problem with attention allocation.

Because as soon as he heard gunfire, he would involuntarily become focused, and being able to pay attention to a few people around him was already his limit.

If Joe was to take charge of overall command from the rear, he could make a few remarks in an absolutely advantageous situation, but once the situation became complex and he needed to make choices, he couldn't handle it.

So faced with this 'unreasonable request,' Joe readily agreed to let Zahovic take over command.

This was one of the reasons Zahovic was here in the first place; nothing could train a person better than actual combat.

And to be able to command one of the world's top teams in real combat would set this guy up for a great future when he returned.

Seville had been Joe's firmest ally since he started making his mark; such an opportunity to extend a favor should not be missed.

Having relinquished command, Joe Ga completely relaxed. He watched everyone start to organize their equipment and said with a smile, "I guess Zahovic won't let us join in the attack. But if the terrorists want to escape, they will have to charge to draw our attention.

"This time let's have the cooks take the lead. The job in Iraq still depends on them; let them get a feel for it this time, so they have more confidence if we encounter a similar situation in the future."

Upon hearing this, Old Niu excitedly gave a thumbs-up and said, "You've got the wisdom, boss. You really know the bigger picture."

As he spoke, Old Niu looked at Joe Ga with expectant eyes and said, "Boss, why not bring up all the old platoon leaders?

"Many of them haven't fired a gun in over a decade, and since they've been here, they've been stuck with the stoves all the time. Now that there's a chance..."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga gestured with his hand and said, "Then let them all come up; the other side isn't really keen on fighting, so it's a good opportunity for them to get back in touch."

"Aye~"

Old Niu excitedly agreed and then picked up the radio to call the old platoon leader, Solon.

The response was swift. In less than two hours, several vehicles had rushed to the position where Joe Ga and his men were.

As if to prove their professionalism, Solon brought nine cooks and completely took over the small building where Joe's men were based, freeing up space for Joe to deal with a bunch of annoying intelligence officers.

Joe Ga had offhandedly said 'all come up,' but what he hadn't expected was that so many would actually show up...