It was still dark in the early hours of the morning, but the frontline airport in the jungle of Amazon state in northwestern Brazil, which had been dormant all night, was brightly lit early in the morning.
The soldiers from each camp finished their breakfast early, then lined up in neat rows, fully armed and went to the dock, boarding the boats that had been prepared at the dock.
They were transported to their designated locations by ships.
The 20 members of the Navy Special Tactics Research Team, who served as the vanguard of the entire army, took advantage of the early morning light and left the camp early under the transportation of ten helicopters.
In the eyes of the soldiers themselves, their mission this time was really too simple.
They did not need to act as jungle ghosts, sneaking into the enemy's tents to take the enemy's heads. They only needed to sneak to the outskirts of the enemy camp and indicate the location of the rebels to the naval aviation bomber groups through radio and special colored smoke bombs.
Although equipment such as infrared night vision goggles had appeared during World War II, these equipment are now large and not suitable for individual soldiers to carry. Therefore, the special tactics research team still cannot move freely in the dark tropical rainforest.
The only choice was to take a helicopter to rappel outside the enemy camp when it was almost dawn, then slowly move towards the enemy camp and determine its specific location.
This can be regarded as the first time that helicopters were used in actual combat, and they directly adopted the method of rappelling to infiltrate the front line.
...
...
If the US military learns this, there will be endless troubles. Therefore, Fang Lang kept this new special tactic very secret. No one knew about it except the people in the Navy Special Tactics Research Group.
Due to the size of the Bell 47, the soldiers could only tie themselves to the outside of the helicopter and be blown forward by the strong wind.
By the time the helicopter that Rez Vazquez was riding in approached the scheduled rappelling location, half an hour had passed since departure. Being hung in the air for half an hour and having a belly full of cold air was indeed not a good experience for Rez Vazquez.
But he was not angry. Instead, he was eager to try, because he knew very well that they were making history. This would be the first actual combat of their Brazilian Navy Special Tactics Research Team.
This was also the first actual combat using helicopters. Although all of this has to be kept secret for now, they will surely be remembered by history in the future.
Rez Vásquez, who had been paying attention to the jungle environment, heard the sound of the pilot knocking on the glass in the helicopter cockpit. He quickly turned his head and saw the pilot making gestures to him, indicating that the rappelling position was not far ahead and asked him to be ready.
Seeing this, Rez Vázquez smiled and thought, finally I don't have to be hung here in the cold wind anymore.
Following the direction of the pilot's finger, Rez Vázquez saw an irregular open space with a diameter of about 30 meters in the dense jungle not far away.
The ground was covered with tall weeds and low shrubs.
He turned to the pilot and gave him a thumbs up, indicating that he was ready.
Seeing this, the pilot also gave a thumbs up and approached the open space. After arriving above the open space, the helicopter began to hover, and Rez Vázquez threw the rope that had been tied to his side to the ground.
Taking a look at the weeds that were blown down by the strong wind from the helicopter, the bushes that were leaning all over the place, and the small animals that were frightened and running out of them, Rez Vázquez smiled slightly.
He untied the ropes that bound him, squatted on the landing gear, grabbed the slings with both hands, nodded to the pilot in the cockpit, and then nodded to his comrade on the other side.
When the countdown from the pilot's three fingers ended, the two soldiers jumped off the helicopter at the same time, feeling the heat from the friction between the rope and their gloves, and the sense of security brought by their feet clamping the rope.
Far from showing any fear, Rez Vásquez was slightly excited.
When he felt something solid under his feet, he realized that he had landed. Without any hesitation, he loosened the rope in his hand, picked up the G3 automatic rifle that had been hanging in front of him, took two quick steps, and then half-crouched on the ground.
He and another comrade were in a state of back-to-back alert.
The helicopter pilot above saw the two alert figures from above, breathed a sigh of relief, and simply pulled the joystick to give up the landing position.
Soon the next helicopter waiting in the rear took over his position, and two more special forces members landed on the ground.
After there were four special forces members on the ground, they automatically began to rush into the jungle in four directions in an offensive posture, searching for any hidden dangers around them.
As the helicopters in the rear dropped the soldiers one by one, soon all ten fully armed members of the special tactics research team landed.
The commander here is Rez Vázquez. When he saw that everyone was present, he didn't say anything, but just nodded to everyone. After taking out a compass to determine the direction, he went straight into the depths of the jungle without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Zhuang Xintian, who was leading another team of ten, had landed safely at the designated location and was heading towards the enemy camp. The entire operation was covert and swift.
Because it was still dark, the light in the jungle was very dim, but this obviously did not pose a problem for the soldiers of the special tactics research team who had undergone professional training.
With the cover of the dense jungle, the soldiers flashed among the trees from time to time like ghosts in the jungle, and soon disappeared.
At this time, the rebels led by the Eddie brothers were still asleep in the enemy camp. Although someone provided them with help, they successfully jumped out of the encirclement of the government army and obtained enough supplies.
But such a long time of crossing the jungle and hiding here and there also made people exhausted physically and mentally. Most of the rebels took advantage of the rare rest period to rest well.
As for the noise of the helicopter flying, they were unable to detect it because of the dense primeval jungle and the fact that the helicopter deliberately avoided the target.
The Marines who landed on the south bank of the Yapura River by boat have begun to advance towards the rebel camp.
In fact, the rebel camp was not far from the south bank of the Yapura River, only less than twenty miles away, so it was not difficult for the Marines who had undergone rigorous jungle warfare training!
The first to approach the outskirts of the rebel camp were naturally the members of the Navy Special Tactics Research Team.
Rez Vázquez, who had been walking at the front of the team, crossed a small ditch, gently raised his right fist, and the people following behind him slowly squatted down tacitly and began to look for cover.
Rez Vásquez quietly observed for a while through the gaps between the wide leaves in front of him, then made a few gestures to the soldiers behind him.
Soon, two soldiers came slowly and quietly to the sides.
Under a big tree not far away, a rebel soldier dressed in civilian clothes, holding an M1 Garand rifle and looking a little sloppy, was leaning against the tree, yawning, and looking a little drowsy.
Rez Vázquez looked at the guy who was obviously a sentry from afar with cold eyes. Suddenly, the sleepy sentry seemed to be disturbed by some sound.
He shook his head and looked in one direction. Before he could notice anything, a green floc appeared from the bushes beside him and pierced his neck.
He seemed to sense something, and with a puzzled expression he reached out to touch his neck, and unexpectedly touched a furry thing. He wiped it off and took a look in his hand, and found that it was actually a blow needle.
Before he could figure out what was happening, he lost consciousness and slowly fell backwards. Just as he was about to hit the ground, a pair of hands reached out from the bushes behind him, gently caught his body, and dragged his corpse into the bushes.
It all happened silently, and if Rez Vázquez hadn't been looking at the other person, he wouldn't have known what was happening.
After the sentry fell, Rez Vázquez slowly walked forward with his gun and continued moving forward.
This time, he stopped again after walking less than fifty meters, pulled out a monocular telescope from his tactical vest, and looked at the rebel camp not far away.
After observing for about ten minutes, they made a gesture behind them and began to slowly retreat. When they passed the sentry's position, they saw the sentry holding his gun in both hands, leaning against a big tree, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.
The blowpin on his neck had disappeared, and he looked like a sentry who had fallen asleep at his post.
As for the person who was changing shifts and found that the sentry was dead, he could not imagine that the sentry had died in an enemy attack. After all, there were no obvious injuries on the sentry's body.
Even if someone doubted the wound on the neck, they would at most think it was the work of poisonous insects in the jungle.
After retreating nearly a mile from the enemy camp, Rez Vásquez's team stopped and the communications soldier in the team began to contact the command center using walkie-talkies.
In order to prevent poor signal conditions in the jungle, Fang Lang sent out a reconnaissance plane to hover in the distance. The situation reported by the Rez Vázquez team was quickly conveyed by the reconnaissance plane and received by the command center.
Fang Lang, who was waiting at the headquarters, quickly received the information sent by Zhuang Xintian and Rez Vasquez. He nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at the staff officer beside him and said:
"Are the Marines in place?"
The staff officer at the side heard Fang Lang's question and immediately stood at attention and saluted:
"Boss, according to the intelligence received five minutes ago, the Marines will have twenty minutes to reach 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, the forty bombers are ready and can set off at any time."
"Very good, I give the order! The clearing operation has officially begun. The bombers will take off and arrive at the designated location in half an hour to launch a carpet bombing on the enemy camp."
Fang Lang casually threw the pencil in his hand onto the desk in front of him, stood up straight, and spoke slowly in a serious tone.
The entire command center was instantly filled with a murderous atmosphere, and all the staff officers stood at attention and said in unison:
"Yes! General!"
Next, the order was transmitted to the front-line troops and the aviation barracks via walkie-talkie.
The naval aviators who had been waiting for a long time quickly rushed out of their barracks, put on their flight caps, and ran towards their respective fighter planes.
Most of these pilots were still trainees, but flying a bomber and dropping bombs was no longer difficult for them. They were all very excited to have such a rare opportunity to practice combat as trainees.
In order to ensure that everything went smoothly, these pilots, led by the ten earliest carrier pilots, had already discussed this operation repeatedly in the barracks. Even the flying formation, who would drop the bombs first, and who would be responsible for bombing which area, had been rehearsed repeatedly.
Now it is finally time for the actual combat test. Everyone is nervous and excited.
It was under such circumstances that the former front-line commander of the Army Department, Major General Votai Wesker, rode his jeep to the field airport, ready to board a plane and return to the Ministry of National Defense to report on his work.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
