Chapter 1,325 Codename "Fire Extinguishing"

Colonel Gibson was right, his electronic watch was indeed broken.

And it's not just his electronic watch that's broken...

Night gradually fell, and the entire base gradually became dark.

Sergeant Duke carried his rifle, led his brothers to exchange positions with the patrolling soldiers, and shouted to the sentry on duty on the sentry tower.

"What happened? Why don't you turn on the light?"

"I don't know... there seems to be a malfunction in the power system. I've already asked the repair team to come and fix it. Damn it, my walkie-talkie is broken. I need to ask the logistics company to replace it with a new one."

"Yours is broken too?"

"That's what I said...wait, yours is broken too?"

Sergeant Duke's expression gradually became serious, and a drop of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He had begun to realize what might have happened, and he believed that people in the command post must also realize what had happened.

However, when he, a little soldier, began to realize the seriousness of the problem, he did not receive any notification...

I'm afraid it's too late.

At the same time, on the other side of the military base, on the runway in front of the hangar.

Sitting in the cabin of the F35 fighter jet, the US military pilot who was preparing to carry out an air strike mission pressed the buttons on the dial, and a trace of confusion gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Strange."

The engine didn't respond, and some of the instruments seemed to be broken, frozen in the dial.

"This is Gladiator-1. The aircraft ignition system failed and the mission was terminated..."

There was no response from the control tower.

The pilot took off his helmet and was about to open the cabin door, but his outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.

Looking up at the sky, his pupils gradually dilated and his lips moved slightly, but he only read a name.

Reflected in the dilated pupils were rows of emerald green flares.

"God……"

…

The operation is codenamed "Fire Fighting".

The sword is directed at NATO's Operation Torch.

In the mountains east of Bucaramanga, the NATO 14th Mechanical Battalion and the Colombian 27th Infantry Brigade stationed on Hill 772 encountered ruthless bombing by Moro national division-level firepower.

There was no warning, only the tail flames rising into the sky announcing the start of the bombing.

The invincible 107 rockets created another myth on the Colombian battlefield. When the hurricane-like rain of rockets tilted on the NATO coalition positions, nothing could be seen on the entire position except the raging dust and shrapnel.

"Damn it! How did they get here! Where did our sentry die!"

Huddled in the foxhole, the battalion commander of NATO's 14th Mechanical Battalion fastened his helmet on his head.

Not far away from him, an armored vehicle that had just driven out of the garage and had no time to disperse was penetrated by a 107mm rocket that penetrated the armor and hit the ammunition rack. The flames of the explosion soared into the sky and even blew away the turret.

The firelight of the armored vehicle's explosion was reflected in his pupils, and a trace of despair appeared on the face of the battalion commander.

Until now, he has not seen reinforcements, nor has he seen fighter planes roaring overhead, harvesting those arrogant rocket launchers.

What happened?

…

What happened?

The sentries stationed below the high ground were equally confused.

Walkie-talkies, night vision devices, and even the red dot sight on the rifle, all electronic products were scrapped, and it was like returning to the Stone Age overnight. As they heard rockets whizzing through the air, the guerrillas' punishment began.

While nearby supporting artillery was launching ruthless bombardments on Highland 772, at a post four kilometers away from the high ground, a squad of NATO soldiers was facing the siege of a company from the Moro Kingdom.

The bullets crackled against the wall, peeling off cement chips from the steel frame.

Reaching out to pull the shot comrade back from the pool of blood, Sergeant Charles reached out with his rifle from the bunker and fired back, but was quickly pushed back into the bunker by the firepower of the heavy machine gun.

Another RPG flew over.

The house ten meters away was directly hit. The M249 light machine gun mounted in the window and the wall under its bracket were directly pushed to the ground by the explosion of fire. Another soldier fell, and in less than five minutes, more than half of them had been lost.

"This is Warrior-1, we're under attack! Repeat, we're under attack! Shet—"

There was no response to the hoarse roar, and there was only panic on Sergeant Charles' face.

A guerrilla soldier can fight to the last man, but this is impossible for him coming from a first world country.

In a panic, he cut open his clothes with a dagger and tore off most of the white shirt.

He tied his shirt around the butt of the gun, held it up by the muzzle, and shouted in broken Spanish.

"Surrender! Surrender! Ceasefire!"

"What is that ghost guy calling?" the Moro soldier asked the Colombian next to him.

"He said they surrendered and asked us to cease fire." The farc people can understand Spanish and have suppressed their guns.

The same scene happened at every outpost and firepower point beneath Hill 772. With no reinforcements, no supporting firepower, or even the voice of the command headquarters, almost no one could persist in fighting to the end.

It's not because the NATO coalition's combat effectiveness is incompetent.

On the contrary, they are very powerful in combat.

If they were not blindfolded, mouths covered, and ears plugged, the guerrillas who left the cover of the tropical jungle were just living targets for attack aircraft and supporting artillery.

However, there are not so many ifs on the battlefield.

The NATO coalition forces, whose communication system was paralyzed, had no way to call for artillery support or guide air strikes.

The infantry of the Moro Kingdom and the Farc easily crossed the defense lines deployed by the Colombian government forces and dragged out the soldiers who were shivering under the artillery bombardment from trenches, foxholes, and concrete fortifications.

Most of the armored vehicles were destroyed by the 107 artifact.

But the remaining ones were happily incorporated into their own ranks by the Moro Volunteer Army.

Of course, what makes the Moro soldiers happiest are the prisoners captured.

The prisoners of war of the Colombian government forces were kicked by them and handed over to the farc people to take care of, while these guests who came from afar were invited to one side to entertain them.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the NATO soldiers handed over their soldier tags in bewilderment and squatted against the wall with their heads in their hands.

They don't know why these Finnan monkeys are so keen on these small metal pieces. Do they take them back to play poker?

They also don't know that their prices have been clearly written down in the notebooks of the New Kingdom's special officers.

How much does a dead person cost, and how much does a living person cost, written clearly...

July 11, 2020, was definitely the darkest day in Colombia in the 21st century.

Literally dark.

Because of an EMP, the power system was completely paralyzed from the northern Gulf Coast of Colombia to the central Andes. The damage rate of electronic equipment is as high as over 50%. The more sophisticated the instruments, the more serious the damage, and the direct economic loss exceeds 500 billion US dollars...

Jiang Chen said that they would bear the consequences.

And now, they have paid the price.

Just an hour after detonating emp, Starlink Trading issued a weather warning on its official website.

At five o'clock in the afternoon on July 11, the Star Ring City Astronomical Telescope observed the passage of strong solar wind. Please protect all electronic products such as mobile phones and computers...