Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 502

  Chapter 502 Operation Begins

  In the early hours of the morning, the sky was still dark. Located in the jungle of the Amazon state in northwestern Brazil, the front-line airport, which had been sleeping all night, was brightly lit up early.

  The soldiers of each battalion finished their breakfast early, lined up neatly, went to the pier fully armed, and boarded the ships that had been prepared for a long time.

   were transported to their respective designated locations by boats.

  As the vanguard of the entire army, the 20 members of the naval special tactics research team left the camp early under the transport of ten helicopters, taking advantage of the early morning twilight.

  This time their task is not too simple in the eyes of the soldiers themselves.

   It is not necessary for them to act as jungle ghosts to get into the enemy's camp to get the head of the enemy general. They only need to touch the periphery of the enemy camp and use radio and special colored smoke bombs to indicate the location of the rebels to the bomber fleet of the Naval Air Force.

Although equipment such as infrared night vision goggles appeared in World War II, these equipment are big guys and are not suitable for individual soldiers to carry. Therefore, the special tactics research team is still unable to come and go freely in the dark tropical rainforest .

  The only choice is to take a helicopter to rappel around the enemy camp when the sky is about to light up, and then slowly touch the enemy camp and determine the specific location of the enemy camp.

   This can also be regarded as the first time a helicopter has been used in actual combat, and it still directly uses the method of cable drop to infiltrate the front line.

   If this is learned by the US military, there will be endless troubles. Therefore, Fang Lang keeps this brand-new special tactic very secretive. No one knows about it except his own members of the Navy's special tactic research team.

  Affected by the size of Bell 47, the soldiers could only tie themselves outside the helicopter and be blown by the strong wind all the way forward.

  By the time Rez Vazquez's helicopter was close to the scheduled rappelling position, half an hour had passed since departure. Being hung in mid-air for half an hour, fed the cold wind, was really not a good experience for Rez Vazquez.

   But he wasn't angry, instead, he was eager to try, because he knew very well in his heart that they were making history, and this would be the first actual combat by their Brazilian Navy Special Tactics Research Team.

   It is also the first actual combat using helicopters. Although these are kept secret now, in the future, they will definitely be remembered by history.

Rez Vazquez, who has been paying attention to the jungle environment, heard the sound of the pilot knocking on the glass in the cockpit of the helicopter, and quickly turned his head away, and saw the pilot gesture to him, indicating that he is not far ahead of him. Down position, tell him to get ready.

  Seeing this, Rez Vazquez showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, and thought to himself, finally he no longer needs to be hung here to blow the cold wind.

  Following the direction of the pilot's finger, Rez Vazquez saw an irregular open space with a diameter of about 30 meters in the dense jungle not far away.

  The ground is covered with deep weeds and stunted shrubs.

  He turned his head and gave the pilot a thumbs up, signaling that he was ready.

   Seeing this, the pilot also gave a thumbs up, and approached the open space. After reaching above the open space, the helicopter began to enter the hovering state, and Rez Vazquez threw the rope that had been tied to his side to the ground.

   After taking a look, Rez Vazquez smiled slightly at the weeds that were blown to the ground by the strong wind of the helicopter, the bushes that were staggering to and fro, and the small animals that were frightened and ran out of them.

   Untied the rope that bound him, squatted on the landing gear, grabbed the sling with both hands, nodded to the pilot in the cab, and nodded to his comrades on the other side.

  At the end of the countdown from the three fingers stretched out by the pilot, the two fighters jumped off the helicopter at the same time, feeling the heat brought by the friction between the rope and the gloves, and the sense of security brought by the rope clamped between their feet.

  Rez Vazquez not only didn't mean to be afraid, but was slightly excited.

   When he felt a thick touch under his feet, he realized that he had landed. He let go of the rope in his hand without any hesitation, picked up the G3 automatic rifle that had been hanging in front of him, and squatted on the ground after taking two quick steps.

   Formed a back-to-back alert state with another comrade-in-arms.

  The helicopter pilot above saw the two guarded figures from above, heaved a sigh of relief, and directly pulled the joystick to give way to the landing position.

   Soon the next helicopter waiting in the rear took his place, and two more special forces members claimed the landing ground.

  After there were four special forces members on the ground, they began to automatically rush into the jungle in an offensive posture in four directions, searching for hidden dangers around them.

  As the helicopters in the rear put down the fighters one by one, all ten members of the fully armed special tactics research team landed soon.

The commander here is Rez Vazquez. After seeing that everyone has arrived, he didn't speak, but nodded to everyone, took out the compass to determine the direction, and directly Go deep into the jungle.

   At the other place, Zhuang Xintian led another ten-member team to land safely at the predetermined location and began to move towards the enemy camp. The whole operation is stealthy and swift.

  Because the sky was not bright yet, the light in the jungle was very dim, but this obviously couldn't trouble the soldiers of the special tactics research team who had experienced professional training.

  Using the cover of the dense jungle, the soldiers, like ghosts in the jungle, flashed among the trees from time to time, and soon disappeared.

  In the enemy camp at this time, the rebel army led by Brother Eddie was still asleep. Although someone provided them with help, they successfully jumped out of the encirclement of the government forces and obtained enough supplies.

   But traveling through the jungle for such a long time, and hiding in Tibet, also makes people physically and mentally exhausted. Most of the rebels are taking advantage of the rare rest period to rest well.

  As for the movement of the helicopter flying, they couldn't detect it at all because it was covered by dense virgin jungle, and the helicopter deliberately avoided the sky above the target.

  The Marine Corps soldiers who landed on the south bank of the Yapra River by boat have already begun to move towards the rebel camp.

  Actually, the camp of the rebels is not far from the south bank of the Yapra River, less than 20 miles away, so it is not difficult for the marines who have undergone rigorous jungle warfare training!

  The first to approach the periphery of the rebel camp was naturally the members of the Navy's special tactics research team.

Rez Vazquez, who had been walking at the forefront of the team, crossed a small ditch, and raised his right fist lightly. The people walking behind them squatted down tacitly, and began to search for each other. bunker.

  Rez Vazquez watched quietly for a while through the gaps in the wide leaves in front of him, and then made a few gestures to the soldiers behind him.

   Soon there were two fighters, and they slowly detoured to the two sides with light hands.

Under a big tree not far away, a rebel soldier dressed in civilian clothes and holding an M1 Garand rifle, looking a bit sloppy, was leaning against the big tree, yawning, feeling a little dizzy The feeling of sleeping.

   Rez Vazquez looked at the guy who was obviously a sentry from a distance with cold eyes. Suddenly, the drowsy sentry seemed to be disturbed by some sound.

   Shaking his head, he looked in one direction. Before he could find anything, a green floc was nailed to his neck in a flash from among the bushes beside him.

  He seemed to have sensed something, and reached out to touch his neck with a puzzled expression. He accidentally touched a ball of furry thing, wiped it off and held it in his hand, and it turned out to be a blowing needle.

Before he could figure out what happened, he lost consciousness and fell backwards slowly. Just as he was about to fall, a hand stretched out from the bushes behind him, gently caught his body and dragged his body into the bushes.

   All this happened quietly, if Rez Vazquez hadn't been looking at each other, he wouldn't have known what happened.

   After the sentry fell, Rez Vazquez slowly stepped forward with his gun and continued to move forward.

   After walking less than fifty meters this time, he stopped again, pulled out a binoculars from the tactical vest, and looked at the rebel camp not far away.

After observing for about ten minutes, they made a gesture behind them, and everyone began to retreat slowly. When they passed by the sentry, they saw the sentry holding a gun in both hands, leaning against a big tree, and seemed to be sleeping soundly .

  The blowing needle on the neck has disappeared, and it looks like a sentry who fell asleep on the sentry post.

  As for the change of guard, when the guard came and found that the sentry was completely dead, he couldn't even think that the other party died from an enemy attack. After all, the sentry had no obvious injuries at all.

   Even if someone doubts the wound on the neck, at most they think it is a masterpiece of poisonous insects in the jungle.

  Rez Vazquez's team stopped after nearly a mile of retreating from the enemy camp, and the signal soldiers in the team began to use walkie-talkies to contact the command post.

  In order to prevent poor signal in the jungle, Fang Lang sent a reconnaissance plane to circle in the distance early. The situation reported by the Rez Vazquez team was quickly conveyed by the reconnaissance plane and received by the headquarters.

   Fang Lang, who was waiting at the headquarters, quickly received information from Zhuang Xintian and Rez Vazquez, nodded in satisfaction, turned to look at the staff officer beside him and said:

   "Are the Marines in place?"

  The staff officer on the side heard Fang Lang's inquiry, and hurriedly stood at attention and saluted:

   "Boss, according to the information received five minutes ago, the Marine Corps still has 20 minutes to arrive at the designated location."

  Hearing this, Fang Lang raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, nodded, and asked another staff officer beside him:

   "Is the bomber formation ready?"

  The staff officer stood at attention and saluted:

   "Boss, all forty bombers are ready and ready to go."

   "Very good, I ordered! The clearing operation officially started. The bomber took off and arrived at the designated location half an hour later to launch a carpet bombing of the enemy camp."

  Fang Lang threw the pencil in his hand on the desk in front of him, stood up straight and said slowly with a serious tone.

  The entire headquarters was instantly filled with awe-inspiring spirit, and all the staff officers stood up and said in unison:

   "Yes! Your Excellency, General!"

   Next, the order was transmitted to the frontline troops and the aviation barracks through the walkie-talkie.

  The naval aviation soldiers who had been waiting for a long time rushed out of their respective barracks, put on their flight caps, and ran to their respective fighter planes.

  Most of these pilots are still students, but flying a bomber to drop bombs is no longer difficult for them. Everyone was very excited to get such a rare practical opportunity as a student.

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, these pilots, led by the ten earliest aircraft carrier pilots, have already discussed this operation repeatedly in the barracks, including the formation of the flight, who will drop the bomb first, and who will be responsible for bombing that area. Everyone has gone through repeated drills.

   Now it's finally time for the actual combat test. Everyone is both nervous and excited.

  The original front-line commander of the Ministry of War, Major General Walter Wesker, was in this situation, and he arrived at the field airport in his jeep, preparing to take a plane and return to the Ministry of Defense to report on his duties.

  (end of this chapter)

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