Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 797: Sahara

Xiao Yue's layout—and the sheer scale of her "gifts"—persuaded everyone to nod and agree to the operation. After all, with so much given, reciprocity was expected.

The only real risk in the upcoming offensive lay in the stringent demands placed on the soldiers—to be fast, decisive, and disciplined in battle.

For the higher-ups, manpower considerations remained a concern. In the end, Xiao Yue convinced them with the inclusion of helicopter operations, and everyone agreed to proceed in order to decisively stifle future threats.

As for trusting her intel regarding the vulnerability of enemy frontlines, calculations and real-world experience were two different things.

Tang Ziyi merely shrugged at their caution. She understood their perspective—but she trusted Athena more.

Not to mention, Elena was nearby, capable of delivering terrain-altering firepower should anything go wrong.

In the following days, the Spirit Fox operatives began training their militia counterparts. Those with experience in artillery, mortars, and MANPADS instructed the women accordingly.

Specializations in weapon systems—AGS, machine guns, and sniper platforms—were further refined. You couldn't just spray and pray, after all.

Even machine guns required technique: controlled rhythm, sustained accuracy, and proper fire discipline.

Although the militia was already proficient with PKMs, the Spirit Fox operatives pushed their performance to a higher level.

Meanwhile, Tang Ziyi once again assumed the role of a devilish chief instructor, joined by eager Spirit Fox sisters—each wearing a faintly malicious smile—as they took charge of the forty commandos selected by Ahmin.

Tang Ziyi's lips twitched as she watched her former students unleash unsettling laughter. She knew exactly what they were thinking.

Sharing pain and suffering—watching others endure the same trials—had a certain… charm.

The Spirit Fox sisters indulged in their nostalgia, delivering "valuable lessons" with great enthusiasm.

Poor militia commandos: Yeah, right?! A world where we are the only victims.

Tang Ziyi quietly turned away, pretending not to know them at all.

Her responsibility now was solely to monitor training progress and correct errors where necessary.

Since Commander Ahmin had volunteered to participate in the mission, Tang Ziyi personally oversaw her preparation.

Days passed as the Spirit Fox sisters "mentored"—not tortured—the newcomers.

Unfortunately, time was limited.

Significant physical improvements weren't feasible in such a short window, but refining firearm proficiency, CQB techniques, and marksmanship was entirely achievable. Plus the shooting technique using night vision system.

As the group's role was to ride on the helicopters, fastroping was an absolute must.

Although these women had previously been trained by Green Berets and had inherited solid tactical foundations, their lack of proper resources had held them back. Even so, they were still likely superior to the average soldiers of Country S—and certainly more capable than most terrorist fighters.

In contrast, the militia commandos heaved a huge sigh of relief upon hearing the news of their release.

They couldn't help but complain about the look of regret on their temporary instructors' faces. Someone, please explain.

Their bodies were a mixture of pain and satisfaction—pain from relentless soreness, and satisfaction from the clear improvement in their physical condition.

At last, the eve of the operation arrived. Everyone halted training and gathered to listen to the plan briefed by the leadership.

After consulting with Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue, the militia leadership constructed follow-up measures based on the framework provided by the latter.

All preparations were completed seamlessly. Time passed quickly as the sun set and darkness blanketed the sky.

All participants assembled at the staging area. Tang Ziyi, Ahmin, the forty commandos, and contingents of Spirit Fox operatives assigned to each team waited in the open field.

Xiao Yue, along with other senior leaders, remained behind to command the overall operation.

With upgraded communication systems, the militia's combat effectiveness had improved significantly through better coordination.

Soon, the sound of rotor blades slicing through the air echoed across the sky, drawing attention—but no one was surprised. They had all been briefed.

Friendly helicopters were approaching the staging area. Over the comms, orders were issued to begin movement.

Vehicle formations rolled out toward their respective objectives. The first phase was underway.

Tang Ziyi, Ahmin, and the assault teams remained in position as several helicopters descended onto the flat terrain, kicking up clouds of sand.

The militia gasped in awe as unfamiliar, dark helicopters—lacking tail rotors—appeared before them.

Through their dual night-vision goggles, every detail was clear. The sleek design and imposing structure stood apart from conventional aircraft.

Despite their size, the helicopters displayed none of the sluggishness or bulk typically associated with such frames during landing.

"Mount up," Tang Ziyi ordered, and Ahmin immediately relayed the command.

The teams split and rushed toward their assigned helicopters—forty commandos accompanied by a dozen Spirit Fox operators.

Within minutes, the aircraft lifted off in formation, flying low in a nap-of-the-earth profile, escorted by attack variants.

Inside the cabin, Tang Ziyi introduced the helicopter models to Ahmin.

Virgin-1. Virgin-2.

The others remained silent, a little tense as it was their first time participating in a helicopter mission, while the Spirit Fox operatives worked to lighten the atmosphere.

Ahmin would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous—but the excitement was undeniable. Participating in a large-scale helicopter assault on the frontline, despite the risks, perfectly matched her temperament.

Rather than sitting in a chair and commanding troops, she longed to fire a weapon herself. If not for the responsibility she bore toward her subordinates, she might have gone full Rambo long ago.

Soon, those thoughts were interrupted as holographic projections suddenly appeared, startling the militia and Ahmin alike.

It took a moment for them to calm down and realize it was merely a projection of the compound layouts their commando units were about to raid.

Then, a woman's voice came through the communication channel. Tang Ziyi and the Spirit Fox sisters were already accustomed to it.

Athena began briefing the operation, displaying detailed 3D animations that imprinted every movement into their minds.

Ahmin watched intently as the models illustrated and summarized each unit's responsibilities while she lamented the fierceness of GSS.

Such detailed intelligence. Such meticulous planning—with multiple contingencies and emergency protocols in place.

Perhaps the only apparent weakness mirrored her own situation: manpower.

But Ahmin couldn't be certain of GSS's true strength, given their short period of cooperation.

In any case, even the combined operations of most national powers—excluding superpowers—would pale in comparison to what was unfolding before her eyes.

A private enterprise capable of surpassing state militaries…

Ahmin found herself looking forward to the future of her militia more and more.

Suddenly, Athena's voice cut in:

"All units, passing Sahara. Passing Sahara."

"Acknowledged, Athena. Passing Sahara," Xiao Yue responded.