88: Chase after them and tear them to pieces!

A calculating glint flickered in Oliver's eyes.

"Order! Second wave, six transport planes, immediately load 'Centauro B1' wheeled assault guns!"

"I don't care what method they use, these 'tank killers' must be delivered to La Paz before dawn!"

"Yes, sir!"

Just then, Emilio, who had been silent, the former Commander of the Government Army' 1st Division,

and now the Free Army's Deputy Chief of Staff, suddenly spoke.

"Commander, our vision cannot be limited to just inside La Paz city."

He walked to the electronic sandbox and pointed his finger at another area on the outskirts of La Paz.

"Here, the remnants of the Government Army' 7th Division are entrenched."

Elijah frowned, "They're just a bunch of defeated soldiers. Do they dare to make a move now?"

"They don't dare to move now, but that doesn't mean they won't dare to move after dawn." Emilio shook his head.

A profound look, unique to an old general, flickered in his eyes. "Behar is not a fool; once he realizes that retaking the airport from the city is hopeless,"

"he will definitely order the troops outside the city to attack us from behind. At that time, the 6th Brigade will be caught in a pincer attack."

"You mean?" Oliver looked at him.

"Take them out!" Emilio said decisively.

"Although the 7th Division has restored its structure, according to our intelligence, their heavy equipment was completely lost in previous battles."

"They are just an empty shell now! We should immediately order the 1st Brigade and 3rd Brigade, currently in the Sucre direction,"

"to abandon their rest and immediately encircle the remnants of the 7th Division!"

"This..." Mateo hesitated.

"Our troops have been fighting continuously and are very tired. And if the front line is stretched too long, won't there be a risk?"

"What risk?!" David, who had been silently holding a tablet, suddenly interjected, still without raising his head from scrolling through the data on the screen.

"Old Ma, you're just too cautious. The data here is clear."

"The 7th Division doesn't even have a single artillery piece over 100mm, let alone tanks."

"They're just a bunch of infantry with rifles, perfect for our 1st and 3rd Brigades to rack up achievements and gain experience!"

David looked up and grinned, "More importantly, by eliminating them,"

"we can connect the occupied areas of Sucre and La Paz into one contiguous zone!"

"The strategic significance of that, tsk tsk, is much more cost-effective than fighting street battles in the city."

Oliver slammed his hand on the table.

"That's what we'll do!"

"Order! The 1st Brigade and 3rd Brigade are to immediately launch an attack on the remnants of the 7th Division! I don't care how tired they are, before dawn,"

"this nail must be removed! After annihilation, the entire army will converge towards La Paz, forming an encirclement!"

"Yes, sir!"

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of meters above, a US military reconnaissance satellite,

was clearly transmitting every move on the La Paz battlefield to an underground base across the ocean.

On the huge screen, blue arrows representing the Free Army and red arrows representing the Government Army were clashing fiercely.

"My God, is this really a battle that a South American army can fight?"

A young blonde analyst, watching the Free Army Special Operations Regiment's textbook-level air-ground coordinated strike on the screen,

couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Next to him, the middle-aged supervisor, a slightly bald former CIA agent with sharp eyes, was much calmer.

He adjusted his glasses and pointed to the data stream on the screen.

"Their tactical proficiency is extremely high. Squad coordination, fire support, battlefield interdiction... every link is executed flawlessly."

"Even more terrifying is their intelligence capability. Look, all of the Government Army' heavy artillery positions were precisely cleared in the first instance."

"This indicates that their infiltration of the La Paz defense zone has reached an appalling level."

"Sir, are you saying...?"

"Behar is doomed to lose." The supervisor leaned back in his chair, his tone certain.

"Although the Free Army is at a disadvantage in terms of total troop strength, they have seized the initiative on the battlefield."

"Air superiority, intelligence advantage, plus this crushing level of tactical execution... La Paz changing hands is only a matter of time."

He paused, then added, "Raise the Free Army's threat level by another notch."

"Also, pay close attention to the weapons and equipment they use, especially those... hmm, those things that look very 'Eastern'."

"I need a detailed report."

"Understood!"

These Americans did not know that the Free Army, which they considered to be of "extremely high threat level",

was currently facing its most severe challenge since the war began.

La Paz, on the main road leading to the airport.

"Boom!!"

A Government Army' 'cascavel' wheeled armored vehicle suddenly exploded into a huge fireball while moving.

The violent explosion blew off the top turret, and the heavy vehicle body was forcibly lifted off the ground before crashing down heavily.

Blocking half of the intersection.

"Enemy attack!!"

"RPG! On the right side!!"

The Government Army soldiers following behind instantly erupted into chaos. They frantically jumped out of the trucks, searching for cover.

"Da da da da da!"

Dense tongues of flame spewed from the architectural ruins on both sides of the road.

Bullets, like the scythe of death, instantly mowed down a group of Government Army soldiers who couldn't react in time.

"Hold steady! Return fire! Suppress them!"

The Brigade Commander of the Quick Reaction Brigade, hiding behind a truck, pointed his pistol forward and screamed hoarsely.

However, his response was another, more muffled whistle.

"Whoosh—boom!!"

Another SMAW Rocket precisely hit the truck next to him.

The violent explosion and shockwave directly flung the Brigade Commander and his personal guards away.

"Brigade Commander!!"

The remaining soldiers completely collapsed.

They were facing a group of invisible enemies. These enemies were hiding in the shadows,

using precise and deadly firepower to pick them off one by one. Every gunshot meant the fall of a comrade.

"Retreat! Quickly retreat!"

Someone shouted first, and the remaining soldiers immediately dropped their weapons and fled backward without looking back.

"Boss, the fish got away." A Special Operations Regiment soldier retrieved his still-smoking rocket launcher from a third-floor window.

"Don't chase them, we're out of rockets too." The captain said calmly.

"Clear the battlefield and prepare to move to the second line of defense. Their main force is still behind us; we won't gain anything from a direct confrontation."

"Understood!"

The Special Operations Regiment soldiers, like efficient machines, quickly collected ammunition and valuable items.

Then, under the cover of night, they disappeared into the labyrinthine alleys.

About ten minutes later, the main force of the Quick Reaction Brigade cautiously advanced to the scene of the engagement.

Looking at the scattered bodies and burning vehicle wreckage, the newly appointed acting Brigade Commander's face was ashen.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings! They collapsed like this without even seeing the enemy's shadow!" He angrily kicked a nearby burnt tire.

"Keep advancing! All of you, cheer up!"

"They aren't many; they just caught us off guard! Chase them down and tear them apart!"

Blinded by rage, the Government Army, mustering their remaining courage, continued to pursue along the road towards the airport.

However, when they reached a T-junction, another round of hellfire awaited them.

"Boom!!"

Again, two SMAW Rockets,

whistled out from the buildings on both sides of the intersection, once again precisely hitting the two armored vehicles at the very front.

Immediately after, a more concentrated hail of bullets than before,

poured in from all directions, instantly turning the entire T-junction into a death trap.