King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer
Chapter 937 - 843: I Promise!!!_2

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These Xiao Heis were so loyal that they felt 'sleeping' was irresponsible to the boss, only relenting when 'Spider' and 'Leech' held them by the neck, sending them to the cellar to rest in rotation. Their condition improved slightly after that.

Dorian looked at Boss Qiao's condition and said helplessly, "Boss, I think the Dragon Gecko is definitely going to kill me."

As he spoke, Dorian glanced at the surrounding smoke and, with a bitter smile, said, "Is it over just like that?"

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The distant sound of artillery made all the bunkers around the mortar position shake, and Joe Ga licked his sticky lips, took a sip from a water bottle, and then said, "I don't know, I guess it will take a few more days..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga turned his head to look out through the observation port, not sure how he felt.

When Nis wasn't around, the belligerence deep inside Joe Ga simply couldn't be suppressed.

But when the decisive battle truly began, Joe Ga realized that an individual's strength was minuscule in the face of modern warfare technology.

In the past, he had used fighter jets, cluster bombs, cannons, and other powerful weapons...

But when these things were fully deployed across 900 square kilometers of land, rampaging unchecked, it was the first time Boss Qiao saw the true face of modern warfare.

The so-called 'precision' of special forces was negligible on such battlefields.

ISIS had no firepower to contend with, no counter-reconnaissance counter-artillery systems, and not even natural mountain bunkers similar to those in Afghanistan...

On the front lines, those terrorists who turned Syria upside down looked like fragile lambs.

Boss Qiao used himself as bait, drawing all of ISIS's main forces in Syria to the battlefield he had predetermined.

ISIS had lost by not breaking through the village before the Americans solved the dirty bomb problem!

The artillery called in by Boss Qiao was certainly not the largest in scale, but it was definitely the most intense in firepower in real combat on Earth since the new millennium.

There were only about twenty Fire Cannons in total, from north to south, but since the artillery fire began, it hadn't stopped.

The first wave was aimed to completely crush the will of ISIS to resist. When the outer reinforcements started to enter, the artillery would carry out their tasks of breaching or covering, assisting the infantry in disintegrating all of ISIS's resistance.

The Fire Cannon, the God of War, had regained its luster in Syria, leaving a profound impression on all those 'spectating' through technological means.

Especially the Russians and Turks...

Both groups sent reconnaissance planes at the start of the battle.

Then P·B treated shells costing a hundred thousand each like fireworks, stunning them all!

Despite NATO's bluster, they fired fewer shells in Afghanistan in the past three years than Boss Qiao's force did in just one hour.

Of course, the preference of the Americans for air power and disdain for 'obsolete' howitzers were significant reasons.

More importantly, in the case of the Americans' reluctance to spend money on artillery, those smaller European armies couldn't afford to fire expensive shells even if they had the artillery.

However, this battle involving P·B served as a wake-up call for the smaller countries embroiled in regional conflicts...

As long as the enemy wasn't of a superior level, when fighting equally frugal opponents, it's better to find a way to buy some old-fashioned artillery instead of fussing with those high-tech weapons.

The development of modern drones is too rapid, and even civilian drones can be used for frontline reconnaissance and positioning without issues.

As long as radar tracking keeps up and the artillery is not too poor, Fire Cannons are divine tools for tough assault and harsh battles.

Joe Ga, not yet fully asleep at the mortar position, was awakened by the sound of helicopters in the sky.

Eight Black Hawks, having completed their troop delivery mission, slowly descended around the village. The helicopter pilot called over the radio, "This is Black Hawk Team, boss, we've been ordered to get you back to the safe zone..."

Joe Ga knew there was no great significance in staying here any longer, so he stood up with Dorian's arm for support, walked to higher ground, looked at the soldiers in the village position, and smiled, "We've completed our mission, we're going home..."

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Safe zone...

'Bullhorn' was wheeling around the square, surrounded by a group of soldiers who had been sent here earlier due to injuries.

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By the time they learned about Boss Joe and his team boarding the plane, 'Bullhorn' and his crew were already waiting here.

Journalist Wallace's live war broadcasts turned the village into a newfound hotspot...

Other journalists didn't have the guts to go to the front lines, but they dared to come to the safe zone.

Al Jazeera Television from Qatar, Iraq's TV stations, Syrian reporters, and some gutsy European and American journalists gathered here.

The movements of 'Bullhorn' and his team caught the attention of these media professionals, who swiftly got word that the legendary Hu Lang was coming back, and immediately prepared themselves.

Long lenses and cameras were set up, and some quick-witted ones had already started live streaming from their smartphones...

Eight Black Hawks, amidst everyone's anticipation, slowly descended onto the grassland of the safe zone.

However, the expected triumphant and high-spirited team did not appear...

A group of battle-weary and dusty soldiers alighted from the Black Hawks, many of whom were wounded and needed support to walk.

These seemingly ragged soldiers stepped out of the range of the helicopter's rotor wash and then stood still, lining up to wait...

Until Boss Joe, equally covered in grime, dismounted the aircraft...

The cameras of Qatar TV captured this scene...

The legendary figure 'Hu Lang' showed no particular signs of distinction, but as he passed by each soldier, their eyes lit up.

These outstanding soldiers from all over the world, like metal shavings drawn to a magnet, slowly rallied behind Hu Lang as he walked.

The dust stirred by the helicopter enveloped them, giving these soldiers, enveloped in the scent of gunpowder, an aura of blood and fire.

Joe Ga did not expect so many media outlets to be in the safe zone; he held his HK416 with the muzzle pointed downwards, then slowly walked up to a large group of wounded soldiers who were there to meet him...

After bumping fists with 'Bullhorn', Joe Ga said with a smile: "Feels good to be alive, doesn't it?"

The wounded soldiers exchanged glances, and then burst into laughter...

Joe Ga patted 'Bullhorn' on the shoulder, then turned to the excited Kurdish Militia nearby. He walked over and embraced the young Kurdish representative Adler...

"I promised to let you return to your homeland!

In two more days...

When the horns of victory sound, you can go home and see for yourselves!"

With those words, Joe Ga patted the uncontrollably excited Adler on the shoulder, smiled, and said: "Do you remember what I said...

As long as you trust P·B, your homeland will always be there until all of us fall.

I keep my word!"

Adler was stunned for a moment and then suddenly leaped up, shouting loudly in Kurdish...

Following that, several young men rushed to Joe Ga's side, hoisted him onto their shoulders, and walked towards the center of the safe zone while cheering loudly...

Wallace, limping with a camera in hand, documented this moment, then he looked at Dorian, who seemed a bit reluctant to join the excitement, and said with a smile: "Your boss will become the king of these Kurdish people..."

Dorian patted Wallace's shoulder upon hearing this, turned around, and began calling everyone together for a group photo...

When everyone was assembled, Dorian looked at Wallace and called out with a smile: "Buddy, our boss isn't some king...

He is our leader; he resolved ISIS, an issue that the entire world was powerless against. He led Iraq back towards peace.

He is the undefeated King of War..."

With that, Dorian turned back to look at his comrades, raised his fist, and yelled out loud: "Power Strike~"

"Hoo-ha~"