Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 315: Fishing Success
"The Wallis family is going to run away."

In the center of the artillery position, in a military tent chosen as the headquarters, Wollaston was talking to the battle map placed on the desk.

"They're going to run away even though our three 155mm howitzers are still able to fire?"

Huangmao asked a question and Wollaston nodded vigorously.

"Yes, sir, I know Priy Wallis and the defense situation of the base very well. Under such circumstances, he will definitely run away.

Because the three 155 howitzers basically destroyed the surface buildings and fortifications of the base in yesterday's shelling, and the attack today was launched by... uh, veterans from the Middle East.

Just now, I watched their attacking performance through the camera. Although these Middle Eastern people have not received regular military training, they are all unconventional.

However, the skirmish attack formation they arranged and the fire support from light machine guns were still quite decent and could bring tremendous pressure to the rest of the security guards in the base.

After I left with my men, there were only about a dozen armed security guards left in the base who were able to continue fighting. If we count the researchers and odd jobs who dared to hold guns, there would not be more than a hundred people."

The yellow-haired man didn't say anything. He turned his head to look at the Sea Lion commando captain standing next to him. Knowing that he had no command ability, the former had handed over the front-line command to the latter.

As for Fujiwara Masato...

Oh, he would only call and give instructions when he was free, such as asking a machine gun to move forward ten meters. Most of the time, he was not free because the buyers in the United States had a lot of questions that needed to be answered.

"According to the battle report from the terrorist squad on the front line, today's attack was much smoother than yesterday. Although there are more enemies than yesterday, they have also become weaker..."

Before he could finish his words, the intercom on the shoulder of the Sea Lion Commando Captain rang. He pressed the button on the intercom, and a man's calm voice with suppressed excitement came out.

"Captain, we have taken down the enemy base's wall defenses. The enemy has retreated deep into the base. Now we request instructions. Repeat..."

"First stabilize the front, rest on the spot, replenish ammunition and rescue the wounded."

Wollaston spoke first and offered his suggestions to the yellow-haired man. Before the latter asked the reason, he began to explain.

"The fact that the Gazelle attack helicopter is still there means that the retreat route behind the valley is under our control. We don't need to rush and let Priy Wallis escape. They can't get far.

Sir, if your goal is to capture the former Secretary of Defense alive, then we need to give them time to escape and get them moving."

Huangmao trusted Wollaston because even though the veteran had not officially joined the poker team, he was shown as a green unit on the minimap.

Therefore, Huangmao said nothing, but asked the Sea Lion Commando Captain to repeat Wollaston's suggestion into the intercom.

After saying this, Huangmao turned his head and looked at Wollaston again, waiting for the latter's explanation.

Wollaston became more serious, and the Jack of Hearts adopted his suggestion without asking any questions, which made Wollaston feel happy but also felt a certain amount of pressure.

So much so that Wollaston was forced to pull himself together and describe his thoughts.

“I know the inside of the base very well. No matter what Wallis’s plan is, as long as these three 55mm howitzers are still there and the drones and the Hind helicopters in the sky don’t disappear, our mission target will not be able to escape.

Because the former Israeli Defense Minister I was fighting against had just undergone an organ transplant surgery and was still in the rejection period. His physical condition was very weak, and any major injury or accident could take his life.

The Wallis family absolutely cannot afford such a thing. The family and power behind the big shot will kill all of them, so there is only one way left for them..."

Wollaston smiled confidently.

"That means Priy Wallis himself led the people in the base to retreat from the valley, secret passages, and the sky. As long as some people escape, they can create the illusion that the big shots have fled the base.

The big men from Israel will hide in secret rooms deep underground, waiting for rescue."

"Do you know the location of the secret room?"

Huangmao became interested. If the situation was really as Wollaston said, then they would really need to give the enemies in the base some time to escape.

"I only know the approximate location, but I'm not sure exactly where it is or how to open it... But as long as we occupy the base, or capture Wallis alive, I don't think this will be a big problem."

This is true.

Huangmao trusted Wollaston's judgment, and so did Fujiwara Masato behind him.

More than 300 terrorists who had already entered the base received an order to stop the pursuit. After giving the enemy more than ten minutes to act, they rushed back into the ruins of the base and successfully found the entrance to the underground base.

Fujiwara Masato could see from the small map that many enemies were fleeing from behind the valley, and the remaining bird military helicopter also forced its way out from a hidden airport in the valley and took off.

The Little Bird helicopter that took off forcefully naturally couldn't escape, and there was no need for a Stinger to deal with it. The terrorists who had already rushed into the base shot down the helicopter with a PK light machine gun.

There was no way, because the Little Bird helicopter was too close to the terrorists, less than a hundred meters away.

As a result, dense bullets pierced through the teardrop-shaped cockpit of the former when it was only a dozen meters above the ground.

The pilot was shot dead on the spot, the plane crashed heavily to the ground, and the three passengers inside were seriously injured. They were then dragged out by the terrorists and beheaded like three dead dogs.

This is the order from the boss, and also the bloodthirsty nature of the terrorists. Everyone in the base can be killed except the mission target and possible survivors.

There are no innocent people in this so-called medical base.

Wollaston said that in order to survive and avoid suspicion, he, as the security captain of the base, was forced to take mind-blowing drugs and do unforgivable things to some poor people.

Wollaston believed that he was guilty, and the six veterans who were willing to follow him out of the base were those with the least serious crimes in the base and those who were still remorseful.

As for the rest, whether they were researchers or base security guards, they were all humanoid demons whose sins could not be atonemented even if they were shot a hundred times.

Including Wollaston is also a devil...he admitted.

Fortunately, Fujiwara Masato didn't care, and the poker organization was not a good-natured gang that only wanted good guys and didn't need bad guys.

No matter how many bad things Wollaston had done, as long as he was willing to work for the organization and kill Jews, all his past deeds could be written off.

Therefore, the terrorists kill without mercy and leave no room for mercy. Even if someone drops his weapon and raises his hands in surrender, they will still chop him with their machetes, bringing the latter a more painful death.

The terrorists' actions were seen through some cameras by the base members hiding underground. They were extremely scared, so when the former rushed into the underground, an extremely fierce gunfight broke out.

The terrorists fought back with assault rifles and grenades, but even so, they suffered considerable casualties within a short period of time.

Masato Fujiwara does not care about the casualties of terrorists. Although the recruitment price of the latter is not cheap, only slightly less than that of the Sea Lion Commandos, he still maintains the same opinion.

Because the poker organization is rich now, and on the other hand, the violent fighting style of the terrorists cannot actually reduce casualties.

During the shootout phase, the terrorists did not show any noteworthy advantages.

They shouted and fired at AK47 and PK light machine guns. Apart from the fact that the firepower was dense enough, there was nothing commendable about their tactics.

It was only after they rushed into the underground and exchanged fire with the enemy at close range that the terrorists showed their brutal side. Often, in the face of the enemy's fire blockade, in addition to counterattacking with light machine guns and throwing grenades, they would also select brave men, have them wear bulletproof vests tied with explosives, and then rush forward howling.

The tactics of human bomb impact were very simple and unpretentious. After several explosions, the enemy's will to resist in the underground base collapsed.

There is no point in killing those Middle Eastern people. They are not afraid of death and are even deliberately seeking death.

When the will to resist collapsed, a one-sided killing began underground.

Fujiwara Masato's focus is not on the underground, but on the ground.

Just as Wollaston judged, before the terrorists went underground, the top leaders of the base had already fled collectively.

Some people escaped through the secret passage and appeared on the ground four kilometers to the right of the base, trying to cross the uninhabited area of ​​the tropical rainforest on foot.

In response to these escapees, Fujiwara Masato ordered three 120 mortars to fire at their positions at high speed, preparing to use up all the large-caliber shells they had brought.

Then fifty rangers rushed over and shot them again.

These dozen or so members of the base could not escape, and it was unlikely that they would even have a chance to cross the mine belt.

The last group of enemies, about thirty enemies, fled from the valley of the base. Some terrorists were chasing them, forcing the former to leave some behind from time to time to delay time with their lives.

While they were fleeing, three civilian shallow-water yachts equipped with heavy machine guns, carrying a dozen civilian fishing boats, collectively went upstream and rushed to the vicinity of the valley ferry.

Then the gunmen on the boat opened fire at the militia and terrorists guarding the river with their assault rifles and heavy machine guns.

There is no doubt that these mercenaries, who were driving armed civilian ships, were paid by the Israelis to cover the retreat of the Wallis family members.

Brazil is still too poor, so the Israelis don't even need to look for it. They just need to spread the news, and a large number of desperate criminals who are willing to risk their lives for money will swarm over like flies smelling a bad stench.

Although there were only some Black Soil Militia and twenty terrorists guarding the river bank, this was enough.

The Black Soil Militia's attack was not strong, but now they are on the defense.

Not only are there stacked solid wood and trenches as shelters, but there are also more than a dozen light machine guns and ten RPG rocket launchers to give them a real sense of security.

Therefore, even when faced with surprise attacks and heavy machine gun fire, the militiamen did not collapse. They even fought back in an orderly manner with assault rifles and RPGs under the leadership of the terrorists.

The two sides fought back and forth, but overall, the riverside position had more advantages.

The rockets fired by the RPG were so terrifying that in just ten minutes of shooting, three fishing boats and a modified gunboat were sunk.

This forced the remaining fishing boats and gunboats to keep running on the river, or fire from a distance of two hundred meters, not daring to get too close to the riverbank ferry for fear of being hit by RPG rockets.

Fujiwara Masato watched the battle continue and did not order the 155 howitzers to fire.

On the one hand, it was not the right time yet, and on the other hand, the power of 155 was too great. If one shell deviated from the coordinates, it would be possible to completely wipe out the river position composed of one hundred militiamen.

It was really embarrassing to attack friendly forces, and Fujiwara Masato didn't want to do it.

In fact, up to now, Fujiwara Masato has been regretting why he brought the Black Earth Militia. They are too cumbersome. They can't even play a supporting role and they are also a hindrance.

Next time if you want to show off, don’t bring locals with you.

When Priy Wallis finally ran out of the long path in the valley with the remaining few base security guards and arrived at the log dock on the river bank, the confrontation on the river was still going on.

As Prey Wallis called using a satellite phone, the converted gunboats and fishing boats on the river noticed their employer.

A gunboat with thicker armor, along with all the fishing boats, risked its life to charge the militia on the opposite side of the river, using this action to attract the latter's attention.

Another gunboat with better maneuverability took the opportunity to rush to the dock, trying to take the employer away.

"Well, it's time."

Fujiwara Masato, who was observing the battlefield from behind the terrorists, said this with a sense of evil.

Then in the next second, a Gazelle attack helicopter rose from the woods behind the militia and flew over close to the treetops.

Before the enemies on the river could react, the rocket launchers and Gatling guns on the weapon racks of the Gatling helicopter began to speak.

One after another, rockets with long tail flames flew across the sky, leaving behind dense wakes. The high-speed fired bullets stirred the air, making sharp whistles that broke through the air.

The noise caused by the fierce shooting between the two sides could not completely cover up the engine sound of the Hind attack helicopter. As long as the enemies on the river listened carefully, they could hear something wrong from the engine and gunfire of their own broken boats.

But the mercenaries still ignored the unusual movement, because their employer did not tell them that the enemy had such a powerful weapon. Priy Wallis was afraid that such information would scare the mercenaries away.

Therefore, the desperadoes who had never faced an armed helicopter at close range had never expected such a thing.

This gave Fujiwara Masato the opportunity to recreate classic scenes of the American military in the Vietnam War.

Priy Wallis stared with eyes wide open and mouth open in despair as his life-saving straw sank to the bottom of the river in the explosion of the rocket. He watched as machine gun bullets swept across the ship, and the poor creatures on it danced in the flying sparks.

In less than three minutes, more than half of the mercenary fleet on the river were sunk. The remaining fishing boats rushed to the river bank like crazy and ran aground. Then the remaining people on the boats jumped off and ran towards the rainforest.

Two modified gunboats, one of which was deliberately torn to pieces by a few rockets from a Gazelle attack helicopter.

The other gunboat abandoned its attempt to rescue its employer and, accelerating down the river, was overtaken from behind by the Hind, who then swept it from rear to head with two Gatling guns.

Amid the dense hail of machine gun bullets, the engine of this last gunboat caught fire, more than a hundred holes were made in the roof, and there was no life on board. Priy Wallis did not see a single mercenary jumping into the river.

In the end, watching the Gazelle attack helicopter fly back, lower its altitude and point its two Gatling machine guns at them, Pry Wallis and several of his men could only drop their weapons and raise their hands.

"I surrender, I have money, I demand my rights to the Geneva Prisoners of War Convention!"

In response to Priy Wallis's shout, the Sea Lion commando who jumped off the doe responded with a fierce hit with the butt of his rifle.

When Pulley fell to the ground, he lay on the ground and saw those guys who looked like American soldiers executing his subordinates with assault rifles.

At this moment, the Jews suddenly realized that their future was worrying.

In fact, Prey Wallis was doomed because after seeing his own people catch the small fish, Fujiwara Masato called the Sea Lion Commandos who had caught the former.

"Using battlefield methods to conduct interrogation, forcing people to tell you where the entrance to the secret room is... I don't believe this squid has received any anti-interrogation training.

After asking questions, just shoot him. Such scum is polluting the earth's precious oxygen as long as he is alive."

(End of this chapter)