Chapter 949: Operation 872 Chapter 949: Operation 872 Inside the Royal City of Chu Country, a military jeep bearing the license plates of the Great Tang Empire sped through the streets, which were not too crowded.
The citizens all stepped aside, having grown accustod to the vehicles of the Great Tang Empire charging through their city: there was no helping it. When the Dahua Empire was strong, their carriages also careered arrogantly through the streets of the Royal City much more outrageously than now.
The car stopped outside the Information Departnt of Chu Country, and an intelligence officer from the Great Tang Empire dressed in a suit stepped out of the car and, accompanied by two welcoming officers from Chu, entered the building.
“I’m here this ti to apply for special operation procedures,” the intelligence officer from the Great Tang Empire said, handing a form to the head of Chu’s intelligence agency who was receiving him.
According to the agreent previously drawn up between the two countries, with intelligence sharing in place, when the intelligence agencies of the Great Tang Empire operated in Chu Country, the Chu side had the right to know and a duty to cooperate.
After looking over the contents of the application form and checking the official seal on it, the head of Chu’s intelligence nodded and asked, “How do you need us to assist?”
“The operation will be entirely led by our side. Did the embassy already make a phone call to discuss this with you?” the intelligence officer from the Great Tang Empire half politely, half as a reminder, ntioned.
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“Yes, the clues were first found by our own intelligence personnel,” the officer from Chu nodded, expressing pride, “Following the request from your country, we found soone spreading gold cards with the Fla Emblem.”
“Are you certain it’s the eting place?” the intelligence officer from the Great Tang Empire confird once again.
“Absolutely certain! We hope you can ensure the safety of our people,” the head of Chu’s intelligence nodded again, pleading earnestly.
“I’m not a battlefield commander; I’m here rely as a liaison officer, awaiting the final outco of the operation,” the intelligence officer from the Great Tang Empire explained his purpose of coming, “But rest assured, our operation plan… is extrely detailed!”
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On a river amidst the mountain ravine, an old fisherman with a bamboo pole stood in his flatboat, cliffs rising steeply on either side, creating a tranquil and tiless scene.
Suddenly, the peace was shattered by the raucous drone of engines, and the fisherman, wearing a conical hat, couldn’t help but look up towards the noise.
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Around the bend in the cliffs, an oddly shaped aircraft suddenly appeared, its engines roaring willfully as it surged towards the direction of the fisherman’s boat.
The next second, another equally loud aircraft followed suit, swooping just ters above the fisherman’s boat, scattering the river’s surface with the blast of its wake.
A third UH-1 helicopter flew over, its side doors open, revealing fully ard soldiers, their feet set on the skid-type landing gear, holding weapons, and surveying the river below.
The fourth aircraft was not a small UH-1, but a CH-47 Chinook. Inside the noisy fuselage, the commander responsible for the operation was confirming the mission with his troops for the last ti.
“Rember the man in the photo! He’s an ally! After Group 2 storms in, prioritize his safety,” the team leader, standing in the slightly shaking cabin, held his MP5K submachine gun and loudly reminded everyone.
“Yes, Commander!” The soldiers of Group 2, seated inside the aircraft and wearing helts with goggles and black face covers revealing only their eyes, answered in unison.
“Group 1 is responsible for taking out periter surveillance, eliminate anyone with weapons! Set up sniper positions, don’t let a single one escape,” said the team leader, pointing to a few n organizing their weaponry: “Group 3, take out the lights! Release the smoke grenades! Ensure the safety of the assault teams, Group 2 and 4!”
“Understood!” The mbers of the groups called by na responded one after another. They had trained countless tis to perform well today.
The two types of helicopters they were on were nothing short of miraculous, allowing them to descend like divine soldiers without giving the enemy any reaction ti.
And if the enemy attempted to break out and flee, the patrolling UH-1 helicopters on the outside could easily carry the soldiers to quickly catch up and apprehend the target.
With a roar, the five helicopters ascended sharply upon reaching a mountain city next to the river and then plunged into the city.
It was the first ti the locals had seen such a thing, and under their astonished gaze, these aircraft miraculously hovered in low altitude, releasing ropes to let soldier after soldier slide down from the sky to the ground.
After rappelling down, the special forces quickly dispersed, causing the surrounding civilians to flee in all directions. They hadn’t realized what was happening when the muffled sound of gunfire rang out.
A man mixed in with the crowd drew his pistol from his waist. Just as he aid at a soldier from the Great Tang special forces, he was killed by a covering sniper from the Tang Country special forces side.
The scene beca chaotic as people fell. The private guards around the target building pulled out their guns to return fire, but before they could empty their magazines, they were put down by snipers.
“Advance! Advance!” Team 3, responsible for clearing the path, had already rushed into the building, followed by the prepared assault soldiers from Teams 2 and 4 filing into the structure.
mbers of Team 2, wearing gas masks, followed behind Team 4. Because the vision through gas masks was impaired, it was the gas mask-less Team 4 who went in first before the use of smoke grenades for the breach.
“Clear!” “Clear!” Soldiers from the special forces reported the safety of each side of the building one after another, but clearly, things wouldn’t be so easy.
“Bang!” After kicking open a door, gunfire imdiately ca from inside. The special forces soldier who had dodged the gunshot crouched down and poked his head out at a lower position to quickly scan the area.
Then, he extended two fingers and gave a series of thumbs-up gestures with a closed fist to those behind him.
Understanding his signal, the two teammates behind him imdiately pulled out flashbangs and threw them into the room.
“Pop!” The explosion, not too loud, was followed by the agonizing screams of two people. Several special forces soldiers then rushed in, pressing the now-blind hostages onto the ground: “Clear!”
The remaining soldiers continued their assault. The group of rchants and nobility in the basent were already panicking, listening to the noisy footsteps above, alongside blasts and screams.
“Boom!” With a loud explosion, the door to the basent was blasted open by a small bomb. Several culprits inside lifted the handguns they had been holding, ready for a last stand.
But before anyone rushed in, several cylindrical hand grenades were thrown in. Instead of exploding, they began to burn, emitting choking white smoke from their tails.
“Cough, cough, cough!” Those close to the hand grenades couldn’t open their eyes, they were coughing violently and fell to their knees, covering their mouths.
Those who were ard couldn’t bear it anymore; so fired towards the door while others dropped their weapons, thinking only of saving their own lives.
When the gunfire subsided, Team 2 special forces soldiers wearing gas masks charged in. They carried a large battery pack, with a circular infrared searchlight mounted above their weapons.
With their gear, they could see people with body heat in the low visibility. They acted quickly, pinning down those who appeared to be holding weapons, giving them priority.
“Get down on your knees and cover your heads! Get down on your knees and cover your heads, or we will shoot!” they commanded loudly as they moved forward.
Through the infrared device, they could see all the red human forms curled up on the ground. The only person not crouched down was frantically waving his arms overhead in a crossing motion.
Two soldiers from the Great Tang Empire’s special forces understood; they grabbed the undercover agent signaling and began to pull him out of the room.
More soldiers rushed in, starting to tie up those who had been controlled and had lost their combat effectiveness as the smoke gradually cleared.
“23! Including those outside…” the deputy commander responsible for the operation reported the results to the commander.
“We couldn’t differentiate those who didn’t draw guns and turned to run; all those who drew guns were killed,” the captain of Team 1 reported.
“Everyone in the room has been captured, none of our own were injured. Two will need ti to recover their vision, the rest have been affected by tear gas grenades, they should recover by the afternoon…”
“Is he too?” The captain pointed to the undercover Chu Yangren crying pitifully on the side, frowning as he asked.
“Pretty much, there isn’t a particularly good way… Getting hit by a smoke grenade definitely does that,” the dic said, handing another piece of gauze to the Chu Yangren, explaining sowhat sheepishly.
Upon hearing the explanation, the Chu Yangren burst into even more pitiful tears…
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