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Chapter 116 Special Operations Strategic Forces

"B-4, B-4, this is A-1, repeat, this is A-1, we have arrived at the designated location, over."

"A-1, A-1, this is B-4, I see you, over."

With a click, a small light illuminated the silent central lakes, and a small light also appeared on the calm lake surface. In the thin mist, a small rowboat slowly approached the shore.

The Secret Intelligence Service, the Navy, and the Army each have their own special forces units, with the Special Operations Strategic Force directly under the Secret Intelligence Service at the forefront. As a powerful department that reports directly to Alice, the Special Operations Strategic Force naturally receives a lot of priority resources, such as rare magical communication systems, SPC tactical vests made of nylon fabric, and M35 helmets equipped with canvas helmet covers—all according to Cold War standards.

Of course, the light weapons provided to these special forces are not inferior either. In addition to the M1911A1 pistol with a threaded muzzle device and a matching suppressor that each person carries, there is also the M3A1 submachine gun, which is also equipped with a suppressor. Both use .45mm pistol ammunition. This .45 AUTO is a naturally subsonic bullet with a strong sound suppression effect.

The rowboat was pushed ashore through the thick fog, and a group of burly men wearing four-color jungle camouflage BDUs and chest rigs or tactical vests jumped off the rowboat. The Joint Operations Command has deployed more than one special forces team in the central lake group, and the special forces deployed in the Karachya region are among the best.

The team members immediately dispersed. The snipers, carrying Carcano rifles equipped with scopes, did not wear helmets but instead wore soft hats and cloaks. They lay down in the grass and disappeared into the shadows.

"how is the situation?"

"Fortunately, there is half a battalion of enemy troops stationed in the village of Karachya, which is about a kilometer ahead. The target is there."

"clear."

The special operations strategic force was deployed here to pick up a traitor from the South. It is said that the target holds a high position, but his power base has been unstable recently. Rumor has it that many people want his head, so he has gathered a lot of intelligence from the South in order to go north to protect himself.

In order to gather more intelligence on the South, the Joint Operations Command deployed two teams to obtain operational intelligence through agents embedded in the Southern Army and to develop a corresponding plan.

"Ahead, a patrol team of three."

"Shoot them or let them go?"

"Kill them, we'll be there soon."

Three drowsy southern soldiers, carrying lanterns, walked slowly. In this place crisscrossed by lakes and rivers, there were plenty of mosquitoes, insects, snakes, and rats, and no one wanted to stay here for long.

Three silenced barrels were aimed at various targets. After a slight countdown, the shooter pulled the trigger, and .45-inch bullets entered their heads. The sound of the gunshot was made almost imperceptible by the silencers, and the subsonic bullets eliminated the sound of sonic booms.

Bang!

The lantern fell to the ground, its glass cover shattered. Lanterns exported from Amerland traveled freely throughout the continent, their low price making them ubiquitous, including in the south.

"Safety."

Several strong legs trod across the grass and dirt road. The lead soldier passed the patrolmen at the end, aimed at their heads and fired a shot at each of them to ensure they were dead. Several team members dragged the bodies, including the rifles and broken lanterns, into the grass. After cleaning up the traces, they caught up with the team.

Karachya is not exactly a blessed land; it is just a small fishing village that rose up by a lake. Now it has become a temporary military stronghold. There are many such towns, with bunkers and barracks built next to the original towns, and then fences and trenches are set up.

"There's a fence. Look at the bells on it. Be careful."

After several encounters, the southern defenders finally learned how to set up defensive structures. The barricades with bells and the booby traps once caused trouble for the northern guerrillas or special forces.

In a special forces unit of 12, there is always an engineer in charge of handling these things. He crouches down and crawls forward, takes out pliers from his pocket and begins to cut the barbed wire fence. The rest of the men stand guard in the darkness a few meters behind them, while the sniper aims at the defenders on the wooden tower, ready to fire and suppress their firepower as soon as they are exposed.

Fortunately, the sapper was highly skilled, and nothing unexpected happened. He successfully opened a gap, and the team members followed closely, entering the southern position through that small opening.

There weren't many defenders in the dark trenches. Most of them were out indulging in revelry in town. Besides, Karachya wasn't the front line; it was just the second line of defense.

Daggers plunged into the necks of the defenders in the darkness, and silenced submachine guns swept through the trenches. The twelve men moved like a thousand hungry wolves in the night, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

"Safety!"

"Cleaned up."

The goal of clearing this trench was to create a route for retreat. There were many enemy troops nearby, and as soon as the first shot was fired, they would pounce on this area like hungry tigers, which was the worst-case scenario.

"Team A is in a favorable position, and Team B is responsible for bringing out the mission target. I repeat, do not fire unless absolutely necessary."

The group was assigned tasks, and Team A began collecting weapons and ammunition from the trenches. The Southern army mainly used flintlock muskets, with some Minié rifles, but the proportion of Minié rifles began to increase, and Minié rifles also began to appear in the second-line troops.

Inside this trench were volley guns and 6-pound cannons, and even a matchlock gun. Two soldiers carried a nearly two-meter-long matchlock gun to the position. This weapon was used by the South to deal with the armored vehicles of the North. It used 20mm Minié armor-piercing rounds, was muzzle-loading flintlock, and could also fire grapeshot.

Team B disappeared into the darkness. The dim light in the town of Karachea could not pierce the darkness. The six-man team moved slowly in the dark, avoiding the brighter parts of the mainland, and making their way through alleys and corners.

"Is this here?"

"That's right, there are two lanterns hanging at the door."

According to the informant, the door was unlocked. The team members leaned against the wall, and the leader of the team opened the door with a short M870 shotgun. The room was dark, and there were two people sitting inside.

Who are you?

"Starlight!"

"Blue Sky! Alright, you've come all this way. I am Blue Sky Number Six."

A man stood up, nodded, and confirmed that the password and code name matched, confirming they were indeed dispatched agents. The B team leader nodded, and another man stood up, sizing up the soldiers. From their appearance, they were dressed in brightly colored uniforms, all of them highly skilled, and the weapons they carried were unlike anything he had ever seen before. Moreover, they were able to silently bypass the outer defenses and enter the area.

This was no ordinary unit; every single one of them was elite! The man was dressed in grime and had a briefcase in his hand. He walked over and looked at the person who had brought him. The spies from the north had long since infiltrated the south, leaving it riddled with holes. Those useless bastards were still fighting for power and profit, and he, a defeated general, had become the next batch of sacrifices to be made.

Why don't we flee to the north?

"Former Admiral, Byron Cliff."

The man's beard was gray. He glanced at the special forces soldiers and said that going north was the right path. In his opinion, the south was already at its last gasp and would be doomed sooner or later.

"I brought with me all the information on the Southern Navy, as well as their several secret shipbuilding sites, a list of smuggled ships, their routes, their deployments on the land front, and their plans to attack Brittany."