Chapter 42: 42 Rocket Assault

The desert at night was exceptionally tranquil... Jindawei's encampment was located near an abandoned oil well in central Darfur. There was a water well here, and work sheds left behind by workers decades ago. The main buildings of the encampment consisted of a long row of two-story buildings, a relatively new standalone brick building on the east side, and an independent warehouse on the west side. Joe Ga turned off the vehicle's lights, and under the cover of darkness, he approached within 500 meters of the Jindawei camp without being detected. After adjusting the direction of the pickup truck, Joe Ga and Karman loaded all the 80mm rockets into the rocket pod. According to Nis, who was standing in the truck bed, they pushed the pickup a distance before stopping at his instruction, "This is the spot. The hostages are held on the west side. If we move slowly from this position towards the east and fire the rockets, we can cover their entire camp." Since the rocket pod couldn't move left or right, they needed the vehicle to advance to completely cover Jindawei's camp. Nis put away the laser rangefinder, then made a mark on the ground before moving about 80 meters east, measured again, and marked the ground. Eighty meters, forty rockets, meaning they would launch a rocket every two meters. Joe Ga wasn't sure how effective this would be, but he understood that the firing could be adjusted based on the enemy's position, as long as he kept to the two points that Nis had marked. Once the rockets were in place, and Karman was rubbing his hands, Joe Ga smiled and said, "We still have two MON-90s and five MON-50s. You're more experienced than any of us. Just set them up and let us know the positions afterward." Karman, excited, nodded and carried two 25-kilogram MON-90 directional mines and five smaller MON-50s as he slowly disappeared into the darkness. The old guy walked almost silently; had Joe Ga's eyes not followed him, Karman could have vanished from sight in less than a hundred meters. Through night vision binoculars, Joe Ga saw Karman lay out the directional mines 200 meters from the camp, two larger ones in the middle spaced 25 meters apart, with the rest on either side. If anyone from inside the camp charged in their direction, they could detonate the directional mines to give them a surprise. As for the hostages, well, Joe Ga hadn't even considered the possibility of rescuing them silently and stealthily, because that was impossible. Not until Karman had slowly retreated did Joe Ga gesture for Dorian to come over. After sketching the rough layout of the camp on the ground and pointing to the warehouse where the hostages were kept, he said with a smile, "Go there, infiltrate and tell the hostages inside to stay close to the west wall as much as possible. My rockets aren't super accurate, so it's best not to inadvertently harm them." Dorian, incredulous, pointed to his own nose and asked, "Me? I'm supposed to infiltrate?" Joe Ga nodded naturally and said, "Of course you. What did you tell me before? Oh, you're a great Assault Soldier, good at conducting infiltration with an MP-7. There's no MP-7 for you now, so make do with an AK74. As long as you can get inside the cell, just protect them when the fight starts, and you will be their savior. Those inside are all top executives of big companies. Do you think they would skimp on money?" As he said this, Joe Ga took out a stack of money and stuffed it into Dorian's pocket, laughing, "I'm a man of my word; if I said I'd give you 5000, then you'll get exactly that. You've taken the money, so you have to follow orders. That's the rule, right?" Feeling the money in his pocket, Dorian used Joe Ga's night vision binoculars to take a careful look, then shook his head and said, "I think if I try to go in, I will alert the Jindawei people. Can you cover me?" Joe Ga nodded and replied, "As long as you can rush into the cell, and as long as you aren't unlucky enough to encounter stray bullets, I promise no one will have the time to care about you." Dorian nodded, dropped miscellaneous items on the ground, and held only an AK74, then fitted six magazines in his Tactical Vest. Making the sign of the cross over his chest, Dorian nodded to Joe Ga and then silently merged into the darkness, circled around from the west, and stealthily made his way towards the isolated jailhouse warehouse. Joe Ga saw Dorian approaching the warehouse location; he took his HK416 forward 150 meters and lay in a small shallow pit. At a distance of 350 meters, Joe Ga with his HK416 would be more lethal and faster, and he made a promise that no one would be able to directly attack Dorian—it wasn't just talk. Nis would find his own position, while Karman was responsible for driving and sweeping through the camp buildings with a rocket launcher. Watching as Dorian crept up behind a dozing sentry, he firmly strangled the guard's neck with a twist, and then, as another guard on the opposite side heard the noise and tried to investigate, Joe Ga fired... "Da, da-da, da-da..." Though muffled by the silencer, the crisp sounds of Joe Ga's HK416 echoed as several guards responsible for the night watch shook and fell to the ground. Dorian forcefully pushed open the warehouse dungeon door, rushed in, and then slammed the door shut before beginning to wave and shout at the hostages inside, "Move back, back, crouch against the wall." The moment Dorian shouted, a loud gunshot resounded across the wilderness. Searᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Bang~" A large-caliber bullet hit a guy who came out of the dormitory to check out the situation, severing him at the waist. This shot was like poking a hornet's nest; terrorists began to rush out from the rooms. Upon seeing this, Joe Ga pressed the mic and said, "Dragon Gecko, rocket." Following Joe Ga's order, the pickup truck slowly started moving, and an 80mm rocket was instantly fired and hurtled towards the camp. Because the pickup was moving, the rocket's coverage area was very large. The terrorists who had come out with guns didn't even find their opponents before they were completely stunned by the bombardment. This wasn't even the most absurd part; Joe Ga hadn't noticed one of the vehicles parked in the courtyard by the terrorists was a refueling truck. With the explosion of the rocket, the fuel truck detonated, spreading a terrible firestorm throughout the camp, igniting most of the buildings. The rocket killed the first wave of terrorists who rushed out, and the camp buildings were set ablaze. The last group of surviving terrorists, as if mad, charged out under the leadership of a few leaders. After completing his task, Karman, with a satisfied expression, made his way to Joe Ga's side. Seeing a few terrorists trying to break through the east side of the camp and flee into the desert, he grinned, pulled out a remote control, and pressed it. "Boom, boom," two explosions rang out. Two MON-90 directional mines turned several terrorists into sieves, pushing back the subsequent dozen or so terrorists who tried to escape in that direction. If they couldn't escape through the east, they would try the west. But on the west side, not only were there three directional mines, but also Dorian, shooting out the window from the warehouse. After another dozen lives were lost, the terrorists couldn't bear the camp's flames anymore. They gathered and began to charge towards Joe Ga and his team's position. Unfortunately for them, they chose the hardest route. Two MON-90s detonated, producing a huge noise, sweeping through a vast area within 200 meters in front of them with 2,000 steel balls. At this time, Joe Ga also didn't stay prone; he squatted on the ground, looking through his sight, picking off the terrorists who could still stand, one by one. There was no excitement, no hesitation; this was like a game on easy mode. The camp of more than 300 people was wiped out within minutes. Just as Joe Ga was wondering if the battle was really that simple, a military off-road vehicle drove out from behind the building on the eastern side, heading towards the desert. Joe Ga reacted quickly, pulling the trigger at the off-road vehicle, a series of bullets leaving one white spot after another on the vehicle's windows. Just as Joe Ga was slightly annoyed and about to stand up to chase in his own vehicle, a large-caliber bullet hit the off-road vehicle's wheel...