31: Young Master is mighty! A god descended to earth!

Lang Country, Abadan frontline position.

Inside the command post, smoke swirled.

Infantry Battalion Commander Hassan frowned deeply, his finger jabbing heavily at the location of Fao City on the map.

"Abbas, say that to me again? We're going to chew on that tough bone called Fao with just these three battalions?"

His tone was full of doubt and dissatisfaction.

"Are you underestimating the Iraqis on the other side too much?"

Sitting opposite him, Armored Battalion Commander Abbas slowly exhaled a smoke ring, a dismissive smile hanging on his face.

"Hassan, my old friend, don't be so nervous. Fighting a war requires imagination."

"Imagination?"

Hassan almost snapped the cigarette in his hand.

"I only see casualties right now! If we throw our few men in there, it's hard to say if we'll even make a splash!"

"Who said it's just us?"

Abbas leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"This is just the vanguard, an appetizer. The higher-ups have already issued the order; there are three whole regiments following behind!"

"Three regiments of fresh troops! They are pouring in continuously!"

Hassan's eyes brightened suddenly, but then dimmed again.

"Three regiments? That's better... but is our ammunition and fuel enough? What if..."

"Don't worry."

Abbas patted his chest, his face full of confidence.

"The supply base in the rear is piled high like a mountain, enough for us to plow through the entire Fao Peninsula!"

"What you need to do now is, tomorrow morning, take your men and tear open a gap for me!"

"Leave the rest to me and my tanks."

Hassan looked at Abbas's confident face, and the stone in his heart finally dropped halfway.

Perhaps, this time it might really work.

Just then, a burst of noise and exclamations suddenly came from outside the command post.

"What's going on? What are they making a racket about outside!"

Hassan roared impatiently.

The two looked at each other, lifted the door curtain, and walked out.

The scene outside left them stunned.

All the Soldiers, whether on guard duty or resting, were looking up, staring blankly at the sky.

Some people's faces even showed terror and pallor.

"What are you looking at? Are you all crazy!"

Abbas frowned and scolded.

He followed the Soldiers' gazes and looked up.

In the night sky, more than a dozen bright spots trailing long flames were moving at an incredible speed.

They swept rapidly across the horizon, heading straight for them!

What is that?

Planes? No!

There's no roar of aircraft engines!

And the speed is too fast! Fast enough to be suffocating!

An extremely ominous premonition instantly seized Abbas and Hassan's hearts!

That trajectory... that direction...

It's the rear ammunition and fuel transfer base!

"Run!"

Abbas roared with all his might, his voice cracking.

"Enemy attack! Take cover!"

Hassan reacted too, his face instantly draining of color, and he grabbed the Soldier beside him to rush into the bunker.

But it was too late.

Twelve rockets, like twelve spears of judgment falling from the sky, precisely blanketed the entire base.

There was no loud noise.

Or rather, before the loud noise arrived, the destructive light and heat had already consumed everything.

Round after round of blinding white light exploded, illuminating the entire night like daylight!

Immediately after, the earth began to jump wildly, and the violent shockwave carried scorching air currents and countless fragments.

Sweeping through every corner of the position.

Abbas only felt an irresistible force throw him away violently, and he tumbled through the air.

He saw with his own eyes the base not far away, piled with ammunition and fuel, turn into an orange-red sea of fire.

A cloud of immense size, mixed with black smoke and roaring flames, was slowly rising.

This was the last thought before he lost consciousness.

Iraq, Fao frontline command post.

General Ahmed was pacing anxiously back and forth.

The Lang Country people's offensive during the day had caused him significant losses, and he was getting a headache over a possible night raid tonight.

Just then, an intelligence officer scrambled in, his face wearing a strange expression mixed with ecstasy and horror.

"General! Great news!"

Ahmed's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed him.

"What great news? Explain clearly! Have the Lang Country people retreated?"

"No! Not that!"

The intelligence officer was flushed with excitement, stuttering slightly.

"We intercepted the Lang Country people's radio communications!"

"They are wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves! Their Abadan rear supply base... has been wiped out! Completely wiped out!"

"What?!"

Ahmed snatched the telegram, his eyes fixed tightly on the translation above.

"Thirty kilometers behind Abadan... giant ammunition depot... suffered devastating strike... flames reaching the sky... communication interrupted... request support..."

His hands began to tremble slightly.

This coordinate...

He turned his head sharply to look at the huge military map on the wall.

A Soldier responsible for marking had already been waiting there, holding a red thumbtack in his hand.

"General, the target location is confirmed; it is here."

The Soldier trembled as he pressed the red thumbtack precisely onto the spot Ahmed had pointed out to Uday during the day.

Ahmed stared fixedly at the thumbtack, his brain buzzing.

It really was there!

Uday, that troublemaker... he actually did it?

But... how is it possible?

That's a straight-line distance of ninety kilometers!

What kind of weapon is this? Is he a god?

"Where is Young Master Uday? Where is he now?"

Ahmed came back to his senses and asked urgently.

He had to find that guy immediately and ask clearly!

Uday was holding a satellite phone, his face full of irrepressible ecstasy.

"Well done! It's fucking beautiful!"

He roared at the other end of the phone.

"I don't care how you confirmed it, I only want the results! Tell those Lang Country pigs that this is just an appetizer!"

"Tell them to wash their necks clean and wait!"

Hanging up the phone, Uday punched the air in excitement.

Twelve rockets, crossing a distance of ninety kilometers, precisely sent that turtle-shell-like ammunition depot to the sky!

That guy David didn't brag!

This deal was an absolute steal!

"Young Master is mighty! A god descended to earth!"

The cronies nearby immediately flattered him.

Uday laughed proudly and reached out to pat the cold body of the BBM-30 Tornado rocket launcher beside him.

"This thing is a treasure!"

Just then, Ahmed arrived in a hurry with several guards.

When he saw the twelve empty launch tubes and the huge shell casings scattered around, he was completely stunned.

"Young Master..."

Ahmed's lips were a bit dry.

"Was it really... done by you?"

"Otherwise?"

Uday glanced at him, the smile on his face full of showing off and arrogance.

"Ahmed, my friend, the target you provided was very good. In return, I solved a big problem for you, no need to thank me."

"But... what kind of weapon is this? How could the range..."

Before Ahmed could finish his question, he was impatiently interrupted by Uday.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Uday put away his smile, his eyes becoming sharp.

"You just need to know that with this, we can blow the Lang Country people back to their grandmother's house!"

After speaking, he turned to his personal guard captain.

"I'm leaving this to you; watch this treasure vehicle for me! Not even a fly can get in! Everyone else, follow me!"

"Yes! Young Master!"

Uday ignored the dumbfounded Ahmed and, surrounded by a group of guards, strode over and jumped into a military jeep.

"Go to Basra! I want to take the fastest plane back to Baghdad!"

He looked back at the direction of the Fao frontline, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on his face.

Such great news, he had to tell his father immediately, right now, in person!

He could already imagine what kind of surprised expression would appear on his father's serious face!