This Is War (First Update!)

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Beep--beep!

"Warning!"

"Warning!"

The onboard alarm in the Black Hawk helicopter kept signaling danger and attack, but it was already too late.

Libyans using RPGs with a range of only 500 meters to attack the world's most trusted utility helicopter might not seem like a wise choice, but for the Americans flying at low altitude, these crude RPGs instantly became the deadliest weapons.

The Libyans had clearly set up a seemingly simple, yet direct and effective assault.

Undoubtedly, this was a display of clumsy tactics.

Yet, faced with these inept attacks, the Americans experienced a bitterness that left a deep impression.

"Damn! Get out of the way, it's an RPG!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two rockets grazed the body of the helicopter and shot off at an angle, eventually losing range and tumbling down in trails of white smoke.

No one noticed this small detail.

The Americans managed to evade the first wave of attacks with some lucky maneuvering, and the helicopters manufactured by Sikorsky Aircraft Company demonstrated remarkable performance.

But that was no guarantee they would escape the second wave.

Whoosh!!!

A rocket, trailing a long tail flame, blasted toward them.

Bang!

An explosion struck the rapidly spinning tail rotor, and the Black Hawk instantly lost control, tumbling downward.

"Oh my God!"

"Damn it, I've been hit! Repeat: I've been hit!"

But the disaster was only just beginning; this was merely the prelude. On the satellite feed,

As the first red dot erupted, a second followed! Then a third!!!

Bang! Bang!

The communication channel was filled with a string of explosions and the increasingly frantic shouts of pilots, leaving everyone in total confusion.

"Oh! My God!"

"Heavens, can someone tell me what's happening?"

"This can't be real!"

The command center was filled with cries of alarm—it was nothing short of a catastrophe.

"Damn Libyans! Evacuate! Evacuate immediately!"

This sudden turn nearly broke Sloan Allen. What on earth was happening!?

Meanwhile, at the entrance and exit channels in Misrata, the American soldiers defending the positions realized exactly what was happening the moment the Black Hawk was hit by a rocket.

"Oh no!"

"Damn Libyans."

"Fuck! Damn it! Guy, the Falcon is down, we need to return immediately for rescue!"

"Go-go-go!"

With a rush, over a dozen American soldiers dashed from behind cover, following their commanding officer toward the city center, heading for the crash site.

The remaining thirty quickly took up defensive positions.

The helicopter had been shot down.

Without question, what awaited them now was a storm of suicidal attacks from the Libyans.

As the American helicopter was struck, a figure darted across the street and slipped into a building. Through the window, Li Changjiang stared in shock as the Black Hawk, now a blazing fireball, crashed to the ground.

He couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry—clearly, he was now tied to the Americans, sharing their fate.

This was big trouble!

Noisy sounds erupted from the nearby alley, and when he pressed himself to the wall and peeked out, he saw masses of Libyans pouring from buildings, surging toward the crash site like a tidal wave, sending chills down his spine.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran back.

But barely a few meters out, gunfire ahead forced him back—it was mercenaries! This was bad!

Li Changjiang had no time to think; he could see gun barrels extending around the corner ahead.

Upstairs!

No hesitation.

He spun and dashed into the nearby building.

Boom!

Rat-tat-tat!

The mercenaries quickly engaged the Americans. The lure of money was enough to drive anyone mad, especially when heaps of dollars dangled before them.

Damn Libyans!

"Bob! Quick! Watch the enemy on the west side!"

"Eagle! Calling Eagle! We're under heavy attack, requesting backup! Repeat: requesting backup!"

Boom!

The Libyans didn't care who they were facing—Americans or not. Bullets rained down indiscriminately, rockets flew everywhere, and the firepower of nearly a thousand attackers threatened the Americans with devastating losses.

Earlier, the American offensive had forced many Libyans to retreat into Misrata's internal camps, unable to move, and Libyan militia blocked the entrance and exit outside. The Americans had previously held the channels to prevent Libyans from entering, but now, that defensive line had become a noose around their own necks.

What a mess.

From above,

Li Changjiang quickly realized just how chaotic the situation had become.

On the west side, American forces were being fiercely assaulted by the Libyan government troops, and victory was nowhere in sight; it was clear the government soldiers were also targeting that unknown prison.

On the east, the Americans were caught between mercenaries inside the city and Libyan militia outside, with heavy fighting on both sides.

But soon,

His gaze shifted to another firefight. Over a hundred Libyan rebels were concentrated on a single street, but the group being surrounded looked oddly familiar!

He raised his sniper rifle,

Li Changjiang peered through the scope, and as he focused on the figures, he was stunned!

Damn!

They were Chinese!

The group surrounded by Libyans was Guan Hu's team.

"Hurry, suppress their firing positions immediately!"

"Guan Hu, what's your current situation?"

On the secure communication channel, Lu Qian's voice crackled through. At the same time, far away in China, in a highly secure and concealed advanced military command center, the global satellite system was directly connected to Lu Qian's command system.

The atmosphere in the hall was grim, with over a dozen high-ranking officers standing in dark clusters, each bearing golden stars on their shoulders. The elder at the front was even a general.

At this moment, the hall was silent except for gunfire and harsh breathing, as if they were standing on a real battlefield.

Bang!

Rat-tat-tat! Boom!

"Report! Report! The situation is critical! We're surrounded by Libyans! The American helicopter has been shot down! We're surrounded by enemies on all sides!"

"Tiger Team, be careful!"

Boom!

Suddenly, an explosion echoed in their ears.

Everyone in the hall tensed instantly.

The transmission seemed to cut off, leaving only static, and those few seconds felt like hours.

"Madman! Madman! Damn! Tiger Team, Madman is down!"

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall grew even heavier.

Many young officers who had never seen real combat suddenly realized—war had truly arrived.

Right before their eyes,

This was war!