King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

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Joe, the boss, had been stationed at the military base in the safe zone, coordinating affairs from various places while watching the bustling activities.

A month had passed in the blink of an eye, yet the large-scale terrorist attack that Aaron had hinted at had not occurred.

But it was only when ISIS launched an attack on England that Joe Ga realized it was the armored groups that had sustained the most damage.

To retaliate against them, ISIS had actually postponed terrorist attacks on other places.

NATO had gained time to catch one's breath and reposition, P·B had made a tidy profit, and although there were still bombings in Iraq, it continued to thrive.

Only the wounded worlds of England and Turkey had reached a temporary accord!

But Joe Ga knew that it was not over because the amount and intensity of the NATO support for the coalition forces in Iraq clearly showed that their focus and objectives had shifted.

Joe Ga was unclear about what Aaron had done, but he distinctly felt that as the attention of NATO member countries shifted, the defensive pressure on the safe zone was gradually increasing.

ISIS was attacking all the surrounding targets in a frenzy, venting the emotions of those zealots and diverting their attention to prevent them from losing control.

Team B assisted Martyrs Camp in combat for a long time, buying Joe Ga time to mobilize the artillery.

Originally, P·B's base was in Iraq, forming an inverted triangle with two small towns inside the Syrian border.

But with the appointment by the United Nations, Joe Ga moved the military base forward by 15 kilometers, forming a direct triangle with two small towns filled with refugees.

Now there were ten 155mm howitzers in the base, and P·B's artillery had also set up as many as thirty 120mm mortar positions around Martyrs Camp.

Moreover, using unmanned airships above, they had drawn up precise firing parameters, taking Martyrs Camp's fight a significant step towards modernization.

When Joe Ga ordered the artillery to directly bombard the small towns where the terrorists were located with shells, everyone truly understood what 'justice exists only within the range of our guns' meant.

Tactics such as frontal assaults and flanking maneuvers were useless. When 155mm high-explosive shells hit the terrorist strongholds, the explosions immediately brought them to their senses.

What difference did it make to have dozens of armored vehicles? What about anti-tank missiles, and anti-aircraft missiles?

Facing the Nora self-propelled howitzers with a range of 42 kilometers, it all became irrelevant.

Ten big guns spent just half a day, and with a 50-round barrage, turned the terrorist stronghold into a field of rubble shrouded in dust.

The commander of Martyrs Camp, Teresa, at 35, had a determined face to match her resolute character.

She had fought here for eight months and fourteen days, sending off 196 female comrades and witnessing several blood replenishments of Martyrs Camp.

It was she who sent out a plea for help to the rising Princess Amina of MSL, who was also a woman, at her most helpless moment.

Then, drop after drop brought hope to her, until Hu Lang from P·B barged into Syria...

Teresa stood atop the trenches, peering through binoculars at the terrorist town in the distance...

Amidst the clouds of dust, some dust-covered survivors walked around the outskirts like the living dead.

Teresa could imagine what those terrorists were feeling at that moment; they must have been utterly despairing.

For some reason, Sanderson had a particular appreciation for Teresa.

This old Rangers man stood by Teresa's side, patted her shoulder, and said, "It's over, this is modern warfare!"

Teresa, not knowing what to think, covered her face in anguish and said in a sorrowful tone, "Is it over? Then what have we been doing for the past year?"

Sanderson understood this emotion well; he put his hand on Teresa's shoulder and said, "You were protecting your fellow citizens, sparing them from the ravages of ISIS.

Don't think that war is simple. Our boss spent a lot of effort, utilized countless connections to bring the big guns legally into Syria, and to legally fire shells at ISIS.

You sent out a plea for help to Princess Amina, and now our boss has responded to you, you should be happy!"

Teresa was still overwhelmed by the shock of the artillery barrage. She looked up at Sanderson, who had a handsome smile, and said with a depressed mood, "It's the first time I realized that ending a war could be so easy.

I am starting to doubt whether the sacrifices of my comrades and those passionate volunteers were worth it....."

Hearing this, Sanderson chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Teresa, I think you might have misunderstood something…

It is people and money that end wars, not guns!

If you count the value of those guns, our boss has spent nearly 10 million US Dollars here in the past half day.

You think that's easy, right?

But you certainly haven't thought about how much money the boss spent to legally transport the guns here?

You certainly haven't thought about how much money the boss needs to spend training gunners to fire the shells accurately.

Do you know how much those unmanned airships in the sky cost?

Do you know how much money it costs to send those supplies through the terrorist activity areas truck by truck?

You think the war is completely over?

No!

Not at all!

When ISIS gives up the gathering points within the range of our guns and starts to fragment and harass us, your battle will continue, only this time you will have the strongest support behind you!"

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