Guadalupe Island beach on February 7, 1990.
Night!
Everywhere there were gunshots mixed with screams.
"Get closer! Drive the ship along the beach!" Benjamín held binoculars, seeing the assault boats blocked by machine gun fire nets, became very angry and shouted orders.
RoRo ships... charging the beach?
What a micro-management expert!
The last person who sought death like this was still the "Anti-Japanese Hero," the "Demonic Mutaguchi!"
The 800+ ton RoRo ship roared as it charged toward the northwest beach under his command. Strangely, those bullets seemed to have eyes, floating over the RoRo ship.
The hull was intact?
This must be blessed fortune!
Thud~!
A heavy impact sound, the RoRo ship lurched, people on board couldn't stand steady and fell all over the place. Benjamín grabbed the railing, his expression excited. "Disembark, get down quickly, guys, we're already halfway to victory!"
He obviously didn't study world military history.
Otherwise he'd understand that the most dangerous place in amphibious assault was... on the beach!
Over 300 drug dealers holding M16s charged out of the cabin under their leader's command.
"Spread out! Spread out! Watch for machine guns!" The leader had some tactical awareness. "Advance while crouched."
Before he finished speaking, there was a bang!
The leader's nearly 200-pound body was directly blown into the air, and when he came down, his body was broken in two.
"Landmines! There are landmines!"
Panicked drug dealers started running around chaotically. The successive explosions caused the 60 M14 landmines buried here to chain-detonate.
Bang bang bang bang...
The entire beach was turned over again.
The lucky ones lost legs and lay on the ground howling.
Benjamín's eyes widened, his whole body feeling ice cold.
Whistling sounds came from overhead. Looking up, he saw strings of rockets trailing tails flying straight over!
About 150 or so...
"Mierda! (Damn!)" Benjamín muttered.
The entire RoRo ship and hundreds of meters around it were instantly surrounded by rocket fire.
Kennedy Heisenberg covered his ears, watching the distant sea of fire, holding his radio. "Load! Another round!"
Katyusha rockets could fire directly if you used logs to raise the wheel tires.
In the 1945 Battle of Berlin, Soviet forces lowered the angle of "Katyusha" rockets, using direct fire, instantly devastating everything. All German fortifications and outposts became like deaf people's ears - decorations!
Hundreds of people instantly became wandering souls.
Hearing the command, officers quickly loaded rocket rounds. With Kennedy's wave, 160 rockets gave the burning beach another round.
Whose family was so extravagant!
Even Pablo, who claimed to have 40,000 troops, wasn't this extravagant, right?
But Victor vs Pablo - who was really stronger?
This was the latter's heyday, so they'd have to clash when the opportunity arose.
Victor's tactical plan was "let them in and then hit them!" As long as drug dealers disembarked and landed on the coast, running wouldn't be so easy. Under his artillery coverage, who could survive?
And on the Pacific Ocean.
The "Duke Victor" was cutting through the remaining RoRo ships like a hot knife through butter!
Two 7.62mm caliber machine guns at bow and stern, helmeted officers strafing the RoRo ships, shell casings popping out of ejection ports with rat-a-tat sounds, instantly piling up into small hills.
"Radar search, lock on!"
"Torpedo launch ready!"
The patrol boat's combat command center awaited the captain's orders.
"Fire!"
The fire control operator pressed the button.
A 533mm launch tube emerged from below the patrol boat, surrounding seawater vibrated, with many small fish circling nearby.
A torpedo shot out from the launch tube, charging toward an opposing RoRo ship.
About a minute later.
The RoRo ship exploded in flames, the hull instantly tilting as seawater poured in.
Warship attacking passenger ship...
This was like an athlete beating up an elementary school student!
The "Duke Victor" alone had 20 cannons of various types. You wanted to get close and fight?
"Save me! Save me!!"
Dozens of drug dealers grabbed railings and howled miserably, snot and tears flowing, hoping fleeing companions would help them.
But who would be that great and still become a drug dealer?
The captain watched this scene with a smile.
"Machine guns target drug dealers hanging on the hull, strafe them!"
Orders were passed down layer by layer.
Officers moved machine gun barrels, pulling triggers at those crying drug dealers.
Have you seen balloon shooting at carnivals?
Those vendors just didn't have machine guns. If they did, they'd understand how satisfying strafing was.
Bullets pierced through drug dealers' arms. With despair + screams, they fell into the sea. This sweep was like the Grim Reaper calling names.
Some drug dealers couldn't take it, shouting as they jumped from the tilting ship.
But except for splashing water, there was no killing power whatsoever.
"Continue pursuit!"
Other drug cartel RoRo ships saw things going wrong and fled. They were cunning - letting Benjamín charge first, then seeing him covered by artillery fire, who had the guts to go up?
But wanting to run?
Did they ask the abbot... Victor?
Armed helicopters in the sky strafed ships below!
Deck drug dealers all ran into control rooms. Pre-prepared EDM assault team officers rode assault boats charging in reverse toward RoRo ships. After climbing up ladders, they first threw smoke grenades, then strafed everything inside.
This fully illustrated a principle.
Compared to regular military, drug dealers...
Were simply child's play.
...
The battle continued until 7 AM before gradually quieting down.
All of Guadalupe Island looked like it had been renovated.
Having a complete corpse would mean saving the galaxy in a previous life.
Victor followed by bodyguards kicked a severed arm off a rock. Behind him, Casare wore a full smile. This chief steward held a battle report. "Boss, we killed approximately 600 drug dealers, with 500 more falling into the sea and missing. Two RoRo ships destroyed, six captured, and about 500 drug dealers captured, including 90 mercenaries we found. Shot down 3 helicopters."
"We lost 7 officers and 27 wounded!"
Victor raised an eyebrow. "How did they die?"
Casare's smile faded. "A position was bombed by mercenary helicopters. Officers inside didn't get out."
"Pick out those mercenaries and kill them. Take the remaining drug dealers to sweep landmine areas! Those who don't die get shackled hand and foot and dragged through the streets!"
So harsh?
"Boss, this will cause media ferment. Many eyes are watching."
"Do you think I care?"
"Killing drug dealers - do I need to worry about public opinion? If anyone's unhappy, they can come to Guadalupe Island to find me. If human rights organization people stand up to speak, then ask them to kneel down!"
"Here, I make the rules!"
Casare swallowed and wisely nodded.
He passed Victor's orders down.
Kennedy led EDM officers standing before prisoners, eyes scanning differently dressed mercenaries, waving to those behind him.
Officers rushed up and dragged mercenaries out.
"What! What! Let me go, I demand you follow Geneva Conventions, I'm a prisoner."
But no one paid attention.
Geneva Conventions?
Guadalupe Island followed "Victor's Quotations!"
Seeing tantrums were useless, mercenaries howled, "These police want to kill us, they're demons!"
Many prisoners instantly panicked, with noise and clamoring erupting.
"Demons?"
"We believe in Victor!"
Kennedy pulled his submachine gun bolt, directly sweeping the drug dealer standing in front of him, kicking down the nearest prisoner and stepping hard on his chest.
"Chief's orders: for troublemaking, kill half first!" An officer ran over shouting loudly from afar.
Kennedy had the nickname "Loyal Dog" internally. Many officers said EDM people were extraordinarily loyal to the Chief.
Whatever the Chief said, they'd complete 100%.
Kennedy nodded to the messenger. "Sorry, you made the sir angry." He raised his hand, gesturing at the crowd. "Left side lives, right side dies!"
EDM officers raised guns and strafed!
Drug dealers powerless as chickens finally understood how those innocent people's final pleas felt when they once faced ordinary civilians.
"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
"My mother is still waiting for me to come home!"
Prisoners cried and ran.
Kennedy's group didn't chase. A road roller behind them pursued the drug dealers. Not hurrying, when opponents ran to the coast and helplessly roared at the sea, the road roller directly ran over the drug dealers.
Civil engineering students all know how heavy road rollers are.
Bone-crushing sounds mixed with screams.
If reporters photographed this scene, it would definitely go viral - too bad there was no internet transmission now.
But did Victor care?
Kill drug dealers!
Prisoners selected for the left side and allowed to live collapsed on the ground. People are like this - when they're alive, they won't struggle for death. What does others dying have to do with them?
After killing everyone on the other side.
Kennedy looked at surviving left-side prisoners. "Gentlemen, now it's your turn for activities."
"Take them to sweep mines! Those who survive might have a chance to leave Guadalupe Island!"
Mine sweeping!
Prisoners' eyes were desperate, but hearing the second half, they gained a bit of hope. Everyone thought they were the chosen one.
They wouldn't be unlucky.
Kennedy looked at these people.
Said they could leave Guadalupe Island.
But didn't say they'd provide ships.
Swim back yourselves!
(End of Chapter)
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