Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 636 - 288: Tactical Division of Labor

"Understood!!"

"1 minute and 53 seconds."

In the Dragon and Tiger Assault Team command center, Lei Wanshan glanced at the time, slightly twitching his eyelid, "This kid’s tactical thinking has improved by more than just one level since before."

Li Ruilin was also secretly surprised at the side.

Although Gu Ji received the rescue message from the Yunnan Province Anti-Drug Headquarters five minutes ago, as soon as he accepted the support mission, he faced the pursuit of the Bai Family Border Defense Camp.

After finally shaking off the target, reporting to the command center, obtaining terrain information, and then formulating a detailed rescue plan, the entire process took less than two minutes. The flexibility of this tactical thinking is simply abnormal.

"What do you think of his tactics?"

"There are some minor flaws, but considering the time and on-site environmental pressure, he has surpassed many second-line unit commanders."

"Surpassed the second line? Mr. Lei, that’s quite a high evaluation!"

The so-called second line.

Refers basically to the elite SWAT teams of major domestic provincial departments, including district military special forces.

And the first line refers to "national-level units," equivalent to the United States’ T1 level.

With a booming laugh, Li Ruilin put his hands behind his back, looking satisfied at the LED screen, "Gu Ji, this kid, keeps giving us surprises tonight. I wonder how he’ll handle this last problem..."

"650 meters to the northern slope of the Bai Family’s manor! 600 meters, 550 meters..."

"All team members prepare for synchronization, action countdown: 12 minutes!"

"500 meters!"

"Get out of the car!"

Zhao Hua’s distance reminders interspersed with Gu Ji’s orders.

With a swish, everyone raised their left arm simultaneously, adjusting their electronic watches to the same countdown.

The support action was set for 12 minutes, mainly considering the attack timing of Kokang warlords. According to the game task prompts, it’s estimated that the warlord units would arrive at the Old Street Market in about three to four minutes, and combined with the distance from the Old Street City gate to the Bai Family’s manor, it’s just about 12 minutes.

If they don’t retreat by the end of the 12 minutes, they and the Bai Family will face the warlord units’ artillery fire together.

At that moment, it would truly be a case of "nine deaths and one life!"

As Gu Ji shouted his final command.

Wu Kang immediately braked the vehicle at the roadside.

Clatter, the doors of the two assault vehicles opened simultaneously, and the three teams and the Myanmar police force quickly jumped out, sprinting along the roadside greenery towards the target slope under cover of darkness.

Across a street on the right side.

The sound of rifle fire and painful screams could be heard clearly, dozens of armed pickups, and a force of two to three hundred armed security personnel, each holding guns and rocket launchers, crazily firing towards the west side—one of the three major families encircling the Bai Family’s manor.

Gu Ji didn’t pay any attention to it.

Charging directly towards the northern slope.

Thanks to Qiu Junrong’s daily 8-kilometer armed cross-country run back then.

Now, carrying equipment weighing more than thirty pounds, they sprint on the muddy slopes without feeling fatigued. If this was back when they were on duty in the Ningjiang District SWAT team, they’d probably be gasping for breath already.

And the Myanmar Police Force is different from ordinary police station officers, under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Defense Special Operations Bureau—leaning more towards military personnel, similar to the domestic armed police, hence regular physical training is indispensable.

"Mr. Zhao, we are about to reach the target point, how’s the situation on your side?"

"Boom! Rattatat... The Bai Family Border Defense Camp has already begun a full assault with grenades and mortar. We’re barely holding on! Quick... Ratatat!"

At the final two-minute mark, Zhang Wenjun inquired about the battle situation inside Zhao Bai’s villa.

But unexpectedly, the situation was worse than he anticipated.

"Zhao Hua!" Gu Ji shouted.

Zhao Hua immediately launched a drone through a gap in the forest to observe the situation at the villa.

True enough.

The southern living room of a side villa was already on fire, with Border Defense Camp and mercenaries using machine-gun fire to suppress and advance into the house.

"No drones detected on site!"

"Zhao Hua, you and Zhou Yang find an overwatch point at once!"

"Yes!"

With those words, Zhou Yang and Zhao Hua broke from the team, sprinting towards a high point on the slope.

Upon reaching a suitable position.

Zhou Yang immediately pulled a black telescopic aluminum tripod from his backpack, setting it up on the dirt, placing the fully-equipped 95-1 rifle onto the stable tripod, flipping down the binocular night-vision goggles, aligning with the three times aiming scope, "Zhou Yang calling A and B groups, sniper point overwatch in position!"

"Received!"

Gu Ji and his team reached the wall beneath the villa of the manor. After Gao Bo set up a wire ladder, and upon confirmation of safety behind the wall via the tactical headset from Zhao Hua, they quickly climbed into the manor.

Landed, and into view.

Was the target point, the side villa about 50 meters ahead, where an intense firefight was occurring both inside and outside, with nearly all the windows shattered, and the walls riddled with bullet holes. Occasionally, one or two fallen bodies could be seen on the ground, but mostly it was the flaming muzzles.

Gu Ji lowered his night vision goggles, discovering two green lasers, then folded the night vision back up.

"Enemy IR laser, A and B groups take note, do not engage targeting devices, prepare for night combat with strong light tactics!"

"Understood!"

The team replied in low voices, and none moved to adjust the dual-eye night vision goggles on their helmets.

At this moment, the commander of the Myanmar Police Force, Min Suri, glanced at Gu Ji. After a mutual nod, he and his men maneuvered from the right side to the east side of the villa.

Simultaneously, Gu Ji also advanced forward with Gao Bo and others.

After moving forward less than 7 meters, he stopped.

Because Gao Bo noticed four mercenaries and Border Camp militia under the floor near the door, with three suppressing Zhao Bai and others inside, and one on rear guard.

"A group in position."

"B group successfully reached the target point, east side of the villa ready for distraction! Concussion bomb is ready!"

"Gao Bo, right 1, Zhang Zhong right 2, Liu Weijun left 2, synchronized shooting."

"Understood!"

"On my command, three, two, one..."

As Gu Ji issued the command, he and the three called out closed in single-file, with the red-dot scopes locking onto the near enemies, "B group execute!!"

"Boom! Ratatat..."

Almost instantly, a concussion bomb was thrown from the east side, startling the four mercenaries and Border Camp soldiers, while the rear guard mercenary hastily turned his gun.

But amid their scramble for cover.

Gu Ji and three others sprang from the bushes almost synchronously, aiming their weapons at the four enemies, "Ratatat..."

After a barrage of focused shots.

All four mercenaries and Border Camp militia were killed on the spot!

"Move!"