"The French said we were late, and the situation is urgent now, and there is no way to wait for us." Gates was speechless for this reason.
Gust M has a combat radius of more than 1,000 kilometers. Do you need your entire aircraft carrier battle group to go out fifty nautical miles to support it? These French guys did it on purpose and didn't even communicate in advance.
It has no effect on the action, but it just wants to disgust you. NATO has many internal conflicts, and there have never been many people who secretly stumbling out secret tricks.
It is obvious that the French are very dissatisfied with being excluded from the core actions, and they have always had differences with the United States on the issue of NATO's command.
Of course, compared with Libiya's overall war, this behavior will not have much impact, so even Sheffield can't say anything.
After flying east for a distance again, the coordinates of the USS Charles de Gaulle aircraft carrier were updated again.
A group of people were greeting the Frenchman's relatives, but they could do nothing. The Charles de Gaulle was the only place they could provide for supplies in the Mediterranean, and the escort helicopters also needed them to provide them.
Refueling and taking off again, forming a formation with the Tiger-style helicopters on the Northwest Wind-class amphibious assault ship. Sandman's face was not very good. It was so difficult at the beginning. Foreigners were actually very superstitious.
The battle in Missurata has escalated, and French fighter jets have begun to bomb important government forces' targets, and the air defense alarm over the city has never stopped.
"The French started bombing?" Xu Chuan was pulled out of the bed, "What do you care about me?"
"Pries was blocked." Almost everyone in the command center arrived. Smith's expression was very serious, and Durand's little assistant was standing aside.
"Mr. Gryers, you must help with this."
"My ill, Price is blocked. You go to the air service team, why do you want me? And you, a Frenchman, care so much about SAS." Xu Chuan was very upset about being woken up, and he was angry.
The little assistant looked worried, "France also participated in this matter. CPA10 was sent to Missurata as a support force. Four Super Cougar helicopters were shot down, and at least a dozen soldiers were lost."
Xu Chuan woke up directly, CPA10, the 10th French Airborne Commando, a T1-level special combat unit. Its nature is very similar to the 24th Special Tactical Squadron of the US military, performing battlefield reconnaissance, close-range air firepower guidance, parachute drop or aircraft landing rescue.
The total number of people is 250, and more than 10 people die at a time. The Special Mission Command (COS) will not be heartbroken.
"Damn, you guys copied the Gothic Snake and Red Wings Operation." Xu Chuan probably figured out what was going on in the little assistant's words.
Price's rescue mission was not very smooth from the beginning. As soon as it appeared on the periphery of Missurata, it was discovered by the government's air defense forces. Although they did not have air defense missiles, there were still many anti-aircraft guns.
If it weren't for the pilots of the 160th Aviation Regiment being quite skilled, they would have been shot down directly in this wave.
The Black Hawk helicopter was almost flying against the ground, and the escorted armed helicopters kept firing rockets towards the air defense positions. The Death drone in the air also played a role, and several Hellfire missiles sent the air defense positions to the sky.
However, this was just the beginning of the unlucky misfortune among Price. Although the air defense position was gone, this action made the task force as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark.
Later, I found the target building and was almost hit by government rockets when I was preparing to land, and the Black Hawk fell again.
There was no way, two backup helicopters and two armed forces could only find ways to attract firepower, and attack these infantry with hatch guns and hanging weapons, so that Price and the others could find a suitable location to land.
These government troops were much more cunning, worried that the air strikes of Wuzhi and drones would disperse the personnel very much and hide in nearby residential buildings.
Price and Sandman flew out of two blocks to find a safe clearing, and now they have to choose to reach their target on foot.
Porter and the other two hid in the house and did not dare to move. It was better to stay honestly before the reinforcements outside cleaned up the surroundings. This was not embarrassing at all.
Price and Sandman have a total of twelve people, both of whom are wearing enemy-to-me recognition lights. In this complex situation, it is very important to let the people in the command center see their location clearly. Otherwise, the drone would hit the hellfire and might throw themselves and others together.
"Get faster." Price accelerated his pace. He no longer cared about the safety principles of traveling through dangerous areas. He could only move quickly based on the experience accumulated by the team members in their daily training and combat.
This is often the case on the battlefield, and many times it is necessary to compromise. At present, they are just grabbing time and can only make a choice between speed and safety. Otherwise, after the Libiya government forces invest more troops, they may not be able to escape from the war zone at all.
Sandman has cursed Sheffield in his heart more than once. This action is simply a mistake and missed. It is a disaster for mixed personnel from multiple parties to be involved.
Not only that, there are also problems with intelligence. Why do government forces have air defense firepower? No previous reconnaissance has discovered anything at all.
"It's here." Thorpe, with a Mohitan hairstyle, has found the location of Porter's hidden safe house as a vanguard.
The battles around were still going on, and even Martial Arts could not last long, after all, ammunition was still limited.
I felt the ground shaking for a moment, and a hellfire fell from the sky, blew up half of a two-story building not far away, and exploded and burst out huge smoke and dust, making the two teams of people directly turn into dust.
"Ph, which Bichi is operating the weapon system? I will definitely talk to him when I go back." Sandman spit out the dust and cursed.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Okay, we are going in. Thorpe is paying attention to your feet. You are about to step on the tripwire." Price took off the Benny hat, shook off the soil on it, and there is still time to remind Thorpe to pay attention to the thunder.
"Is it Captain Price?", at the corner of the second floor, Porter poked out half of his head and shouted.
"It's me. If you can still leave, just get down by yourself. The helicopters cannot land here. We still have a while to go." Price raised his head and looked at John Porter and breathed a sigh of relief.
Only Hex was injured in the four people, but looking at her appearance, she seemed to be able to fight Makarov's men for 300 rounds. Uh, the injury should not be very serious.
Removed the trick at the door, and Potter inserted the grenade's safety pin and put it back into the ammunition bag. This was not a good time to contact each other. The four people brought the same enemy-me-identification light and moved to the retreat point with the task force.
The mission has been smooth until now. Although there were many problems in the early stage, at least people have been received. As long as they get on the helicopter, they can withdraw to the USS Charles de Gaulle aircraft carrier as originally planned.
However, ideals are full and reality are very skinny. Just when they were about to reach the evacuation point, a Dow anti-tank missile shot out from a building opposite the intersection. A helicopter that had landed in the open space was directly blown into a ball of fire.
Another Black Hawk pulled up like crazy and flew towards the other side. The contingent's radio station was a rushing alarm in the cabin. A missile in the air flew past and hit the tail of the Black Hawk. The helicopter was directly interrupted in the air and turned into two parts.
A large number of government troops poured out from the surrounding streets.
"Retreat, retreat." Price shouted, and when he retreated to the corner of a building to cover, SAS and Delta were still very skilled in cooperating. Price led people to cut off the cover, Sandman covered the four people and retreated towards the way they came, and then stopped at another cover position to cover.
"It has been taken into place and withdrawn." The situation is obviously that our actions have been noticed.
The team alternately covers the evacuation, with the focus on eliminating the firepower window period and ensuring continuous firepower output.
For these people, the application of this tactic is already an instinctive reaction engraved in the bones.
Far away in the command center of the Sicily military base, there was already a mess. Sheffield stood aside and looked at the drone expressionlessly, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.
"This method of temporarily drawing personnel into a task force does not seem to be effective." Black frowned and looked at the chaos of the people present, very dissatisfied with this situation.
Sheffield nodded, "This is foreseeable. Without long-term cooperation in training, how can we achieve efficiency?"
"You knew it long ago?"
"Frankly, I did think about it, but I still have confidence in Price and their abilities."
"Gentlemen, I don't think this is the time to speak sarcastic." Alice Grant was displeased, even though Sheffield's moving average was much higher than hers.
"Don't worry, France's CPA10 has set off, and it's on the coastline of Missoulata." Sheffield's tone was unrest.
Grant breathed a sigh of relief, "General, if you knew there would be a problem, why should you let them take risks instead of doing the plan more perfectly."
Sheffield looked at her, "Ms., I rarely explain it to others, only this time. Although I think the contingent needs long-term training and running-in, including the cooperation of a series of departments such as command, support, communications, and logistics, our military committee does not think so. They think that as long as we draw out the most elite soldiers of various countries and follow the normal command of the troops, it is obvious that I can't convince them."
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