Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 798: Mountain warfare

So fast, Ahmin thought as she glanced at the receding terrain below.

"Sahara" was the codename—used to signal all units to initiate Stage Two of the operation, triggered once the helicopter group reached the midway point.

According to the plan, her base would now be launching hundreds of cruise drones into the air.

Yes—several hundred. She hadn't misheard. She even suspected that a superpower's air defense system might struggle against such overwhelming numbers.

Not to mention, although the drones resembled those used by certain eastern powers—known for attrition-based warfare—Ahmin felt that comparison was inaccurate.

The drones described by Tang Ziyi were unlike anything she had seen. Their speed approached that of cruise missiles. In fact, Ahmin felt it would be more appropriate to call them missiles outright.

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Meanwhile, the moment Xiao Yue gave the order, Spirit Fox operators—alongside their militia counterparts—began launching drones in rapid succession, each preloaded with precise coordinates to soften designated targets.

Unlike the militia, the operators held complete confidence in both the accuracy and the technology. Their knowledge might not cover every technical detail, but one thing was certain—anything developed under Ling Qingyu had never failed expectations.

And once again, that faith proved justified.

Even Athena's standalone hardware and software ranked at the top of its class.

Not to mention, Athena could assume direct control via satellite if necessary, maximizing efficiency and precision.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Shrill launch tones cut through the distance as streaks of fire shot skyward. The spectacle held everyone's gaze—dazzling, almost mesmerizing in its destructive beauty.

Further out, large military trucks—captured from government forces and refitted with new artillery pieces attached to their rear—rumbled southward to support the offensive.

Under the direction of Spirit Fox operators experienced in artillery, the militia crews quickly established firing positions, following their recent training and standing ready for fire missions.

Within minutes, four 120 mm barrels were elevated toward the sky.

"Command, ready for coordinates."

"Received. Stand by."

To the northwest, vehicle columns advanced toward their staging areas under complete blackout—no headlights, only night vision guiding the drivers.

These modified vehicles also carried mortar systems for short-range support. Upon arrival, the troops dismounted and began their ascent into the mountains, hauling AGS-30 Atlant systems and DShKs with them.

Most militia fighters were equipped with single-lens night-vision monoculars, in contrast to the dual-tube goggles used by commandos—and the quad-lens systems fielded by their GSS allies.

The support element—equipped with AGS-30 Atlants, DShKs, and PKMs—trekked swiftly to secure the high ground.

Below them, the assault element crawled forward as far as possible, maintaining strict noise discipline.

Vehicles mounted with DShKs advanced slowly, their barrels aligning with designated targets, while nearby militia units pushed forward in tandem.

Suddenly, shrieking sounds tore through the silence above. The drones had arrived.

Kaboom!

Dust erupted as the earth trembled.

Boom!

Secondary explosions crackled like fireworks, firelight pushing back the darkness.

More impacts followed—two, three in rapid succession.

Boom! Boom!

Even at a distance, both Spirit Fox and militia forces could hear panicked cries. Enemy sentries were effectively useless—the attacking units remained concealed and engaged from range.

"AGS, open fire," the militia platoon leader ordered.

A rapid, rhythmic barrage erupted. On the distant hill, the makeshift defensive positions were engulfed in explosions as grenades rained down relentlessly. The terrorists were fully suppressed, shrapnel tearing through their ranks.

A Spirit Fox operator advised, "Order the assault element to move."

"Understood," the platoon leader responded, relaying the command.

The assault element surged forward. Technical vehicles split the darkness, DShKs blazing as red tracers cut through the night, pinning down sentries.

Infantry units closed in under covering fire, eliminating resistance with precision.

The enemy struggled to respond. Their sporadic gunfire only served to alert deeper positions—forces already crippled under overwhelming suppression.

The main defensive perimeter began to collapse. Sandbag emplacements were shredded, fortifications blown apart.

Without further prompting from the Spirit Fox operators, the commander ordered all support units to engage at full capacity.

The night lit up with streams of tracer fire, cutting down anyone who dared to expose themselves.

Several terrorists, believing themselves safe behind walls and sandbags, were torn apart by heavy-caliber fire.

Even though they knew the enemy was advancing toward their base, they could do nothing to stop it.

They were under both direct and indirect fire. The initial barrage had already destroyed their safest positions, leaving every defensive point exposed.

Watching tracers and explosions rip through the base, the platoon leader held fire discipline—only ordering controlled bursts to conserve ammunition and maintain rhythm, rather than full suppression.

She wasn't concerned about a counterattack. The sheer volume of explosions had likely concussed and disoriented the defenders into chaos.

Even she doubted her own unit could survive such an onslaught. She couldn't help but feel that fortune had favored them this time.

This was mountain warfare—direct engagement across elevated terrain. Range, accuracy, and sustained firepower mattered far more than before.

Previously, their firefights had been almost primitive—both sides spraying rounds across distances, hoping to suppress or land a lucky hit.

Now, everything was different.

The heavy machine guns—such as the DShK—were fitted with modern optics, offering magnification comparable to sniper platforms, but with automatic fire capability.

Additionally, night-vision modules were mounted onto the optics specifically for this operation, ensuring precision even at long range.

The militia began to understand the meaning behind a certain superpower's phrase—"We own the night."

Because at this moment, the enemy truly could do nothing except wait for close-quarters combat.

A Spirit Fox operator deployed a personal reconnaissance drone, providing a bird's-eye view of the battlefield. With that, the entire engagement space was mapped in three dimensions—firmly in their favor.

Time passed as the assault element steadily crept uphill toward the base. Every movement was guided by the platoon leader, who relayed instructions based on the drone operator's real-time feed displayed on their tablets.

She ordered the AGS teams to shift their fire deeper, preventing friendly fire while simultaneously cutting off any possible retreat routes for the enemy.

Once the assault leaders confirmed readiness, she ordered the DShK teams to cease fire.

The night fell abruptly silent.