Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 800: Fortunately, resources are available

The supporting elements watched as their teammates secured the hilltop and moved to finish off the remaining enemies.

The platoon leader heaved a sigh of relief at the imminent success of the mission.

Still, regardless of her thoughts, she reminded her subordinates to stay alert. She didn't want anything going wrong at the very last moment.

Just then, a soldier cried out, "On the right, near the foothill—are those squirters?"

"Where?"

The platoon leader sprinted over, knelt beside the soldier, and followed her line of sight.

She raised her binoculars with thermal vision and spotted several figures running downhill—fast, yet cautious enough not to trip and kill themselves.

"Snipe them all, soldier," she ordered.

The female soldier went prone, carefully aimed the DShK, and fired a burst. The platoon leader observed the impacts and saw several hits land.

She even caught a glimpse of a gruesome sight—one figure torn in half at the waist, another's head bursting apart.

Thankfully, the poor visibility and the darkness softened what her eyes could fully register. The thermal vision served as a white mosaic.

Even so, a few survivors managed to evade the fire, diving into defilade. Tracers sparked upward as rounds struck hard surfaces.

"Platoon leader?" The gunfire paused as the soldier lost sight of her targets.

She had clearly killed several, but a few had taken cover in a natural depression, hunkering down.

"Keep firing, soldier!"

Toom. Toom. Toom. Toom. Toom.

The platoon leader lowered her binoculars. She didn't dare risk the possibility of an escape route hidden among the crevices. Nor did she have time to send an assault team without exposing them to danger.

"They're still alive," a GSS operative said, kneeling beside her and presenting a tablet mounted on her vest.

Her fingers swiped across the screen, enlarging the thermal imagery.

The platoon leader flipped up her NVGs and studied the display.

She recognized the feed—it came from the drone the operative had deployed earlier during the fight. In the past days, she had seen GSS members playing around with the little flying machines and presented them of great use in the battlefield.

Back then, she detested and disbelieved how could a small piece revolutionize the battlefield. Now, she must admit her thought as an old veteran was too arrogant to measure war by winning through money attrition value and advanced tactics.

Information. Crucial ones could turn any battle. These little birds just fit the roles.

On the screen, the escaping enemies were clearly visible, prone and crawling through defilade. With the enhanced view, she immediately grasped the advantage the drone provided.

"AGS, target where the DShK tracers are landing. Two rounds to start. Stand by for correction."

"Copy that."

Thud! Thud!

The platoon leader stared at the screen, watching the grenades land. She could now judge far more precisely how far off the shots were.

"Adjust one click up and slightly to the right. Same settings—two rounds. Fire when ready."

Thud! Thud!

She saw a direct hit on the screen. One figure was blasted off the ground and didn't move again. The rest panicked and tried to scatter, but their fate was sealed.

The platoon leader smiled coldly and continued calibrating the AGS gunner. Soon, more bursts of grenade explosions carpeted the terrorists' escape route.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!"

The gunfire stopped. The platoon leader gestured for her deputy to take over while she focused on the screen with the GSS operative.

Bodies lay motionless on the display, their heat signatures slowly fading. The view zoomed out, scanning the surrounding terrain.

Clearly, the operative was checking for any escapees. The platoon leader understood and cooperated without a word. Even as she observed, she continued issuing commands to the support units.

Her thoughts ran deep.

She couldn't accept how a single aerial asset had brought such a drastic change to the battlefield. She could already envision future engagements—where she could guide units in real time, mark targets, and monitor progress with precision.

At the same time, she feared it.

If such a seemingly small advantage could transform their combat effectiveness, what would happen if their enemies acquired the same capability? How would they counter it? That was something she needed to discuss with the GSS operative.

Surely, they had countermeasures.

Even though aerial assets weren't new, and they had previously coordinated with Green Berets—supported by a Reaper drone overhead that streamlined the chain of command—this small drone felt revolutionary.

The reason lay in its simplicity. It was cost-effective and could be deployed at the squad level across multiple areas simultaneously, providing far better real-time information.

In contrast, the larger systems were expensive and difficult for insurgents to replicate.

But this?

Hell.

The platoon leader was filled with complicated emotions. Even she—who believed she could keep up with modern technology—felt as though she was falling behind.

…

The assault squad leader picked up the pace, pushing their momentum further. The overwhelming suppression sent a chill down her spine.

Never before had she fought such a one-sided battle with complete advantage. If someone had once claimed that capturing a defensive base in a single night was possible, they would have been mocked mercilessly.

The usual scenario was to stage a siege and wear down the enemies' morale and ammunition, while attempting to disrupt reinforcements to thin their numbers. Every day, the assault team would probe the defenses with their lives and breach at the weakest moment.

By then, their own casualties would have spiked, making it difficult to maintain the original momentum. Even if they succeeded when the enemy collapsed, the effect would be diminished, as they would be exhausted after months of fighting.

The news headlines of being able to take over large swaths of land originated more from the opponent's collapse rather than their own sharp edge. In some ways, warfare in the Middle Kingdom seemed not to have evolved tactically, resembling ancient times and relying heavily on morale.

Right now, she had no idea that her superior's emotions were conflicted considering future warfare. All she felt was exhilaration—crushing those evil terrorists—and a sense of satisfaction at finally avenging her fallen sisters and comrades.

She could hear distant overwatch fire and explosions. Without needing confirmation, she knew her support elements were containing the fleeing enemies.

Then, suddenly—

"Medic! Medic!"

Her heart sank. Nothing good ever followed that cry.

She sprinted toward the sound, careful not to expose herself.

Arriving at the scene, she saw a medic already at work. A soldier had been shot in the thigh, bleeding heavily. Blood spurted whenever pressure wasn't applied. The squad leader's pupils shrank.

This was bad. The casualty was life-threatening.

Just as she stepped forward to assist, a GSS operative intercepted her. "Focus on the battlefield. Leave it to us."

The squad leader nodded. She saw tourniquets, bandages, blood bags and hemostatic agents being pulled out. The GSS operative applied a spray to the wound—something unfamiliar to her.

Fortunately, modern medical kits were fully available to treat the injury. If this had happened in the past, the soldier would have bled out long before reaching the rear.

She silently thanked their new allies for providing such resources and support, even if they had their own motives. Otherwise… she didn't dare imagine the outcome.

Losing a subordinate—and then informing her family…

She patted the wounded woman's shoulder briefly before moving on, advancing to rejoin her team in case they pushed too far ahead.