Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 799: Speechless Casualties

The silence didn't last long, as the AGS, having received no order to stop, kept firing a few rounds every five seconds. The rhythm passed from one operator to another.

The assault squad leader at the bottom of the hill had finally climbed up through the rough terrain.

If not for the support-by-fire element, they wouldn't have been able to close in on the targets at all. The uneven ground beneath her feet—loose rubble and pebbles sliding down the slope—hampered her squad's movement.

At this moment, she cursed their luck. So far, the operation had gone well, but her squad had already taken five casualties.

Yes—five casualties before even meeting the terrorists head-on.

Her subordinates didn't dare provoke their gloomy leader as they crawled forward in a line formation, preparing for the assault.

Of course, they understood her frustration. Those five had been injured from slipping, not from the handful of terrorists they had gunned down earlier.

Though the injuries were minor, they were still enough to render them combat ineffective—aside from two who were less wounded but could barely walk.

"For crap's sake, if the enemies were this easy to kill, I wouldn't have led the team up this damn slope instead of taking the road with vehicles in the lead," the squad leader grumbled, while her second-in-command pretended not to hear.

No one could accurately predict enemy reactions in battle. Planning for perfection was the standard—not relying on luck.

Of course, part of the problem was that they weren't used to offensive operations with such overwhelming support behind them.

Usually, their battles were drawn-out skirmishes that escalated gradually until one side retreated from mounting casualties. Every round of ammunition had to be conserved.

Now, they were expending what would have been a year's worth of ammunition in the past.

"Assault, move up while the enemy is suppressed. DShK will provide sniper cover 20 meters ahead of your squad."

"Roger that, we're moving up." The squad leader didn't have time to think further and responded immediately.

The battlefield crackled with small explosions. She could hear distant, rapid thuds—clearly the launch signatures of the AGS.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Then, a few seconds later—boom, boom, boom. The ground trembled. The grenades flew and impacted the target area.

"Move! Hustle! Hustle!"

However, she noticed her squad hesitating, slowing down, holding back. She was almost exasperated, but she understood their dilemma.

Forget the enemy—even they themselves were afraid to move too far under the intensity of their own suppressive fire.

Some of the girls were too frightened to advance. She tried to ignore it, knowing they feared being killed by friendly fire in an accident.

One tiny deviation from any of the support weapons—whether through ignorance or mishap—would kill them all.

"F**k!"

The squad leader finally glanced at the two accompanying GSS operatives, feeling a sense of relief. Unlike her subordinates, they showed no hesitation. Their expressions even carried a hint of excitement, as if they couldn't wait to advance.

She felt a trace of embarrassment in front of the sponsor force, hoping they hadn't noticed her girls' shortcomings.

After all, she wasn't a fool. Foreign fighters who were supposed to act as advisors had no reason to fight alongside them unless there was a purpose.

They were likely here to evaluate her squad's combat effectiveness—for future training and SOP adjustments.

With that thought, she pushed herself forward and took the lead. "Girls, move! Stop embarrassing yourselves!"

She drove herself up the slope, not looking back to see who followed. She trusted her girls wouldn't disappoint her—it was only a matter of time.

To her surprise, two figures moved alongside her with rapid, efficient steps. Not too close, not too far—the two GSS operatives.

Reaching the top, the trio secured the position and prepared to push forward.

Suddenly, from a makeshift trench lined with sandbags, a burst of gunfire erupted toward them. It was blind spray-and-pray, but enough to startle the squad leader, who had no cover and immediately dropped prone.

Sand kicked up from bullet impacts. One round struck dangerously close to her hand.

The two GSS operatives responded instantly, opening rapid fire and suppressing the shooter.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The squad leader exhaled in relief. She pulled out a grenade, yanked the pin, and shouted, "Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole!"

She released it with precision after a one-second count, then dropped flat.

One thousand one. One thousand two.

The two GSS women fired two more shots before turning their heads away from the grenade and going prone, their helmets angled toward the blast.

Boom!

Immediately, the two women sprang up and seized the position, assisted by the squad leader. They fired into the bodies to confirm the kills.

Behind them, her squad members regained their confidence and finally surged into the base.

They advanced in three-man formations, covering each other's angles. On the flanks, the vehicle teams rolled forward the roadpath where AGS had burned through so that no traps remained hidden.

"Gunners, watch for friendly units on the right. Fire at everything on the left and center. Give 'em hell, girls."

"Understood. Firing!"

The machine gunners adjusted their bearings and squeezed the triggers on the DShKs.

Da-da-da-da-da.

The modified technicals rattled as bursts of flame spat from the muzzles.

Vehicle teams and infantry units interwove their fields of fire, crisscrossing and locking down the battlefield.

With so many bullets sweeping over the trenches and tearing through sandbags, any surviving enemies could only cower deeper and deeper. Their vision blurred as stress and panic spiked within them.

"Vehicle teams, shift fire! Shift fire!" the squad leader commanded as she realized her subordinates were moving into the line of fire.

She stopped advancing with them. As the leader, she couldn't afford to get immersed in the firefight and lose track of her unit.

Glancing to her side, only one GSS operative remained, wearing an almost envious expression. The other had probably already run off with her girls.

The squad leader rubbed the bridge of her nose as she flipped up her night vision monocular in resignation. Stop looking so excited, she pleaded inwardly.

Here and there, sporadic bursts of automatic fire erupted, each exchange ending with the thump of a grenade blast.