King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 696 - 655 Intimate Services
When the P.B.'s air support was in place, there was no longer any suspense in the battle.
Two Griffin-1s and eight Little Gazelles, adding up to more than a hundred missiles...
Bear in mind that ISIS was responsible for the ambush with a total of around four hundred men, and another seventy or eighty had fled with Amal.
They say urban warfare is tough, but it depends on how you fight and whether the boss is willing to spend the money.
Civilians are an issue, but so what?
After Amal and some of his men evacuated, P.B.'s air force arrogantly blockaded all the roads in the residential area. Any non-P.B. person who took to the streets with a gun would have machine gun bullets and even missiles seeking them out.
When the tenth terrorist attempting to escape by car was blown to pieces in the street, when several pretty high-end armored vehicles were blown up into scrap metal during a breakout, the remaining terrorists all lowered their flags in submission and holed up inside those boxy houses, trying to use civilians as shields and fight room-to-room battles with P.B.'s troops.
When the Iraqi Government forces from Tikrit arrived, they were utterly stunned!
Since the Gulf War, these men had never seen such a bullying style of combat.
Even at the height of America's arrogance, they had never turned a public security battle into something like this!
What does it mean when there are more missiles than Iraqi Government soldiers who arrived?
Joe Ga had secured a house by the time the Iraqi Government forces arrived.
The male homeowner had been killed, leaving only the woman and two children.
Watching the woman and children crouched in the corner of the house, Joe Ga gestured to Dorian to drag the bodies of a few terrorists out, then found a bedsheet to cover the male homeowner's remains...
Facing the terrified mother and children, Joe Ga didn't know what to say. ISIS had occupied this place for at least three days, but Tikrit's government forces didn't dare come here.
They didn't even dare to report to Baghdad, fearing they would be sent here to die like cannon fodder, so they chose to turn a blind eye to ISIS's actions.
A weak government control, an army lacking a sense of honor—this was the current state of Iraq, a country claiming democracy and freedom.
The Americans had forcefully reshaped Iraq's system into what they wanted, but couldn't provide a guarantee of peace.
Conflicts of international interests and clashes of old and new beliefs had shattered this country!
When a Major from the Iraqi Government forces, followed by a few of his men, approached cautiously to ask if there was anything they could help with...
Joe Ga looked at the Major's helpless and embarrassed expression, remained silent for a few seconds, then sighed and said, "Have your men block off the western side of this area. We'll take responsibility for killing those bastards."
Seeing that Boss Joe didn't lose his temper, the Major actually breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded decisively, wanting to leave when Joe Ga held him back and said, "I'll provide you with arms. Can you arrange for someone to help us establish a security checkpoint near the highway?
In the future, there will be a constant flow of supplies passing through here to the north. Help me find an open space to build a wall and create a supply point. I can have convoys stop here as they pass."
After finishing his request, Joe Ga saw the Major's puzzled look, shook his head in slight disappointment, and said, "Pass on what I just said to Tikrit's government officials, or someone who can make decisions. I want to see your response by tomorrow daylight."
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Having said that, Joe Ga patted the Major's shoulder and waved at the other members of Team A, saying, "Let's go check next door. This area isn't large. We've disturbed their peace, so let's help them clean up."
As time slowly moved into the night, P.B.'s troops on the Tikrit highway gradually went from slightly disorganized to well-ordered.
All the regular soldiers withdrew from the core area of the battlefield, establishing blockade lines to the north and south.
The eight Little Gazelles began to alternate shifts, ensuring that two were always in the sky providing support.
All the special forces teams, under the protection of armored vehicles, began house-to-house meticulous sweeps.
Antar, who had always acted as the eyes for Team A, gradually evolved into the direction of a battlefield commander.
This Kurdish girl found some Kurdish female soldiers who could speak English and Arabic and assigned a rear-field commander to each special forces team, forming a temporary command group.
Using drones for surveillance, they organized P.B.'s troops in a disciplined manner.
The coordination of the special forces teams had always been a bit of an issue, but when Antar got involved and began assigning attack targets, the situation greatly improved.
It wasn't any sophisticated battle command; under an absolute advantage and using the perspective to prevent friendly fire while coordinating air-to-ground support was no difficulty for Antar.
When those Kurdish female soldiers gradually got used to the atmosphere of the temporary command post, they quickly fell into working rhythm and found their pace.
The special forces teams were just too formidable...
'Jazz Squad's 'Crow' emerged from a house covered in blood, and after gathering with his teammates in the yard, was about to move to the next building when he heard a pleasant female voice in his earpiece...
"'Jazz' Squad, there are signs of terrorist activity inside the house 40 meters to your front-left. Aerial cover is about to commence, please proceed immediately to clear it..."
