If things go smoothly, it should only take one hour and twenty-two minutes to seize all strategic areas and carry out the second round of deploynt.
Perhaps by tomorrow morning, Somalia will have to return to Somaliland’s fold, and then, like magic, a string of i Army bases will sprout up, further controlling the sea area and thereby reinforcing their hold on the Suez Canal—and of course, the trade in the Middle East.
By then, they could fully hand over the canal...
Perhaps this is also the bait Rocksen dangled before the oil tycoons, first employing threats, then telling them that once the next sucker erges, you’ll be free.
The combat power mobilized by Operation Iron Curtain is, of course, just a small portion of the i Army’s forces but is definitely an overwhelming force that the black devils in Africa are utterly incapable of resisting.
In reality, the most ti-consuming aspect of taking over Bossaso and Galov isn’t even the combat ti, but the travel required to transport the Iron Soldiers, taking almost forty-plus minutes for the trip.
AK47s and C4 explosives are only sowhat effective for terrorist attacks. They are virtually useless in real combat, whether it’s the local terrorists or other resistance forces. One round of bombardnt and there’s nothing left.
Deploying fighter jets is rely a show of force, eliminating troubleso military encampnts like the so-and-so party.
The power is crushing, but without a doubt, the action is illegal, or at least in a legal grey area.
Rocksen is very wealthy, wealthy enough to cover all the expenses incurred from this operation, including fuel costs, weapons expenses, and even soldier’s wages.
As long as everything goes according to script, even if this operation fundantally has so legal issues, as long as they win, righteous i Country soldiers killing barbaric terrorists, restoring normal world trade, who would care about a few dead black devils?
In just one hour, the fighters, seizing the opportunity, had destroyed a large number of known military organization bases to the north of Gellekayu, while preparing to head south of Gellekayu for bombing.
But at this point, the satellite witnessed a horrifying scene:
The Truman, the aircraft carrier serving as command center on the sea, underwent a bizarre deformation like an old man with broken bones—
The angle was small, but fatal!
The special plasma layer attached to the Rattlesnake Electromagnetic Cannon’s warhead offers substantial aid in piercing through steel, and a speed of 2500 ters per second isn’t too fast, but with the help of the tens of thousands of degrees Celsius plasma layer, it easily pierced the steel.
The high temperature and kinetic energy pierced straight through the entire hull, even directly into the power room!
The damage control officer climbed up from the floor, lifted his head, and saw the pierced outer wall of the reactor:
At the pierced hole, the tal flowed like magma, burnt tal and broken parts littered the floor, steam and black smoke mingled together, and the alarm sound pulled him back from his dizziness.
But no sooner had he recovered, a sense of horror instantly filled his body: he thought he heard the hissing of high-pressure steam...
The cooling system had been blasted!
This black smoke wasn’t caused by an enemy weapon at all; the reactor was overheating!
The acrid sll rushed into his nostrils, the soldier stared fixedly at the hole, where a small gap suddenly appeared, revealing the reactor core area deep within the hole, where all the tal was emitting a red glow...
"The cooling room blew up!!!"
Boom!
The entire corridor suddenly deford, and a large amount of tal fragnts fell, blocking his escape route.
The soldier slamd into a tal block, looking desperately at his surroundings:
In a sealed area with rising temperatures, he would beco a human jerky.
At that mont, he suddenly rembered what he said to his comrades before the action: in any case, they wouldn’t have to go to the battlefield.
Whoosh—
High-temperature steam gushed out, hitting his face, and his screams were incredibly miserable.
...
The island of the aircraft carrier finally succumbed to the continuous bombardnts of electromagnetic guns and drone bombs, undergoing a significant deformation and collapsing towards the deck.
However, the deck also experienced nurous violent combustions and explosions due to the overheating of the reactor, and the structural damage caused by several electromagnetic gun strikes, it beca uneven and distorted under the pressure of the waves!
The soldiers scattered in all directions, and the planes remaining on the deck slid off—the colossal beast was collapsing!
The successive explosions and thick black smoke made everyone realize the truth:
The Truman was sinking.
Since World War II, the first aircraft carrier to be sunk had appeared.
"We did it!!!"
Abdi almost leapt up from the floor, his head banging into the ceiling with a sharp crack.
Fortunately, he was wearing a helt.
"Boss! Boss!"
Abdi’s excited heart was pressed down by his subordinates: their strategic objective was to attack the aircraft carrier, but this place wasn’t just an aircraft carrier!
The vessel was still maintaining a speed over fifty knots, thanks to the water jetting device, but continuous firing at high speeds required the ship to withstand forces from multiple directions, looking down, so screws had already broken off from the base of the turret.
The electronic monitoring system also showed that the condition of the ship’s hull below the base of the turret wasn’t healthy...
He could clearly see the other frigates chasing them, not to ntion the submarines lurking underwater, eyeing them rapaciously.
Abdi picked up the rocket launcher by his side and walked towards the door, "How many drone bombs are left?"
"Fifteen!"
Bang!
Just as Abdi was about to speak, a huge water column burst out from behind the companion vessel!
The explosion tossed up debris that looked like it was about to flip the ship over; even large pieces of steel flew into the sky.
Clearly, although the torpedo hadn’t hit the ship directly, the explosion had still affected their allies!
"... Aim at the sea surface, leave everything to the submarines, they won’t catch up to us, full speed to break away..."
He walked out of the room and looked towards the sea—
Behind him, the burning aircraft carrier was sinking; at his side, shells from other vessels in the carrier group kept crashing down, raising tall geysers of water.
If it had been him from several months ago, he probably would’ve wet himself at this sight.
But... as long as he saw that sinking aircraft carrier, he felt there was nothing to be afraid of.
Boom!
The shell struck the side of the ship, sparks flying everywhere.
Fortunately, this shell didn’t hit the ship head-on, it was deflected away, creating a huge dent in the ship’s armor, barely revealing the internal structure.
The ship lurched violently, the exoskeleton steadying the crew’s figures.
Abdi grabbed the railing, took a big step forward, and slamd down on the hollow corridor floor, almost blending the sound with the splash of the shell hitting the water, like so kind of battlefield music!
They had completed their mission, what remained was a triumphant return!
"Ku soo dhowow dabaysha, ku soo dhowow hirarka—"
Abdi yelled at the top of his lungs, the chant sounding like a battle cry, the rocket launcher in his hand whooshing as it fired, heading straight for the massive object behind them!
Would they be able to make it back alive? He didn’t know.
But now, it was ti to dust off like a pirate and leave!
[Abdi: The aircraft carrier has sunk! We’ve succeeded! Repeat! Operation Sharp Sword is a success! The aircraft carrier has been sunk!]
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