Deploy troops to cut off the enemy’s retreat route, launch an attack from the main position, and provide support with army aviation helicopters in the sky. This plan is very risky. If the plan succeeds, it will be a great victory. If the plan fails, the person who made this plan is going to be in trouble, and of course, the fate of those who implement it will be even more tragic.Now it’s needless to say, the Shah People’s plan has completely collapsed. Because the armed helicopters in the sky are gone, the whole plan is not only ruined, but everyone who took the risk to launch upward attacks has fallen into a dangerous and miserable situation.
So, you see, war is really quite complicated. The whole process of making a plan and implementing it is not something that can be explained in a sentence or two.
But war is also quite simple. It’s either victory or defeat. The most crucial part of the plan is thoroughly eliminated, what remains is just bad luck, failure, and the end.
If it wasn’t Satan they encountered, just relying on the Houthis Armed Forces, the Three-leaf Jungle elite group wouldn’t have any problem even killing them back and forth 21 times.
But the Three-leaf Jungle encountered Satan, and Satan held absolutely advantageous terrain. They were doomed. A tiny mistake in this battle could lead to complete defeat, not to mention the strongest backup being completely wiped out right before their eyes.
Watching the four helicopters in the sky drop one after another, the commander of the Three-leaf Jungle was dumbfounded.
"Boss! We’ve lost our air support!"
"I can see it! F**k! Really a bunch of trash! Trash! Trash..."
"What do we do?"
"Retreat!"
As a battle-hardened elite, one must at least have basic judgment abilities. Seeing that the enemy is strong and meets the intelligence suggesting they could be foreign forces, what is there to hesitate about? A competent commander’s first choice is to quickly retreat.
Just as the commander shouted to retreat, about ten meters in front of him, a stone on the mountain suddenly jumped with a loud bang.
"The enemy has started shooting! Cover each other and retreat in an orderly fashion, watch the route, first get out of the enemy’s effective range, over!"
The commander retracted his head. The earlier shot didn’t even qualify to scare him, having lived through countless rain of bullets. A bullet ten meters away is nothing.
Hiding behind a rock, extremely annoyed inside, watching his comrades being shot down from the sky, yet he couldn’t feel even a bit of sadness, just anger, anger at having such a group of pig teammates.
"Cover!"
Shouting out loud, the Three-leaf Jungle commander took a breath, then ran towards the rock he selected.
He was full of confidence during the attack, but when the helicopter got shot down, facing enemies with high ground advantage, he could only keep a low profile and carefully run.
As he just started running a few steps, the battle-hardened commander quickly noticed sand and dust splatter on the ground four to five meters ahead, where a small crater appeared.
Enemies weren’t shooting wildly but targeting him when he showed up. Though the aiming was a bit off, it was definitely targeted at him. Otherwise, the sudden bullets couldn’t be explained; it must be the enemy sniper, a sniper.
The sniper’s skills were just a bit inferior.
"I’ve been targeted by a sniper, but this sniper is a bit of an idiot, haha!"
Running about ten meters and hiding behind a rock, the Three-leaf Jungle commander still had the humor to make a joke.
"The enemy is only doing precision shooting. We’ve met a strong enemy, possibly the legendary Russian Guys, everyone be careful!"
Reminding his subordinates, it was his turn to retreat again. As the commander barely left his cover point, another bullet hit less than five meters in front of him.
"This idiot! Oh no!"
A subordinate suddenly disappeared in front of the Three-leaf Jungle commander. He just exposed himself for covering fire, but suddenly his head was gone. So when the Three-leaf Jungle commander was mocking the sniper shooting at him, he immediately shouted in disbelief.
"Oh Curtis! What’s happening! What’s happening! Curtis, what’s going on!"
The previous three shots were fired by Gao Yang.
Gao Yang had locked onto a person he believed to be the commander because he waved his arms twice, and he just heard someone shouting towards him, so Gao Yang concluded that must be the commander.
No matter if he was or wasn’t, shoot first. If he was, great; if not, it didn’t matter. After all, the helicopters were down, and it was time for a massacre.
It’s just that the first shot missed, landing more than ten meters in front of the target.
Gao Yang was puzzled, really puzzled, so he adjusted his trajectory, keeping his sights on the enemy commander’s position, waiting for the person to come out to shoot again. This time, after adjusting the lead, the bullet landed in front of the turned commander.
"Something’s wrong with my gun!"
Gao Yang couldn’t help but shout, but no one was near him. The enemy was retreating methodically, not giving Satan any good shooting chances. At a few hundred meters, bullets could take time to reach, and with the enemy moving fast, Cui Bo and Phoenix, who couldn’t find a good shot, didn’t fire at all.
Finally, Gao Yang fired the third shot but missed again. However, Cui Bo seized the chance and blew the brains out of a covering sniper.
The Gun God’s miss surprised more than just Gao Yang himself.
Glolov, unable to suppress the enemy with the machine gun and block their retreat, was extremely surprised and exclaimed, "What’s wrong with you?"
Cui Bo, gloating, shouted loudly, "Ha, even you have your day. Can you manage it?"
Gao Yang’s forehead veins bulged. He shot at the enemy commander three times, wasting excellent opportunities.
This matter was different from other issues, and Gao Yang couldn’t help but be anxious.
When the commander exposed himself again, just as he started moving away from his cover stone, a bullet accurately struck, knocking him to the ground. Before the commander could move, a second bullet hit his face, blowing his head apart.
This time, it was Phoenix who fired. Watching Gao Yang miss three times in a row, Phoenix couldn’t hold back from taking Gao Yang’s target. Naturally, a commander must be prioritized, and having found him, there was no excuse to let him go.
No matter if the enemy wore body armor or survived the first shot, it was always okay to add another shot.
Watching Phoenix complete the kill for him, Gao Yang fired a shot at a nearby target, then realizing his problem, said dejectedly, "Something’s wrong with my scope, I’m withdrawing from the fight."