In the wee hours of the morning, the sky is still dark, and in the jungle of the Amazon state in northwestern Brazil, the frontline airport that sleeps all night is lit up early.

After breakfast was eaten early, the soldiers of each battalion lined up in a neat line, fully armed, and went to the pier to board the ships that had been prepared at the pier long ago.

They were transported by boats to their designated locations.

The 20 members of the Navy's Special Tactics Research Group, who were the vanguard of the whole army, took advantage of the glimmer of the early morning and left the camp early under the transport of 10 helicopters.

This time, their task was not too simple in the eyes of the fighters themselves.

They do not need to be ghosts of the jungle to reach into the tents of the enemy camp to take the head of the enemy general, but only need to touch the perimeter of the enemy camp and indicate the location of the rebels to the bomber group of the naval aviation through radio and special colored smoke grenades.

Although equipment such as infrared night vision devices have appeared in World War II, these equipment are now big guys and are not suitable for individual carrying, so the special tactical research team is still unable to come and go freely in the dark rainforest.

The only option is to take a helicopter to land on the periphery of the enemy camp when the sky is about to dawn, and then slowly touch the enemy camp and determine the specific location of the enemy camp.

This can be regarded as the first use of helicopters in actual combat, and it is still directly using the method of rope landing to penetrate the front line.

If this is learned by the US military, there will be endless troubles, so this brand-new special tactic, Fang Lang is very secretive, and no one knows about it at all, except for his own people in the Navy's special tactics research group.

Affected by the size of the Bell 47, the fighters could only tie themselves to the helicopter and be blown forward by the strong wind all the way.

By the time Rez Vázquez's helicopter approached its scheduled landing position, half an hour had passed since departure. Being hung in the air for half an hour, pouring a cool breeze into his stomach, is indeed not a good experience for Rez Vázquez.

But he was not angry, but a little eager to try, because he knew very well in his heart that they were making history, and this would be the first actual combat of their Brazilian Navy's special tactical research team.

It was also the first actual combat with a helicopter, and although these are kept secret now, they will be remembered by history in the future.

Rez Vázquez, who had been paying attention to the jungle environment, heard the sound of the pilot in the cockpit of the helicopter banging on the glass, and quickly turned his head around, and saw the pilot gesturing to him, signaling that he was not far ahead of him to drop the position, and telling him to get ready.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Rez Vazquez's mouth, and he thought to himself, finally no longer have to be hung here to blow the cold wind.

Following the direction of the pilot's finger, Rez Vázquez saw an irregular clearing about 30 meters in diameter in the dense jungle not far away.

The ground is overgrown with deep weeds and dwarf shrubs.

He turned his head and gave the pilot a thumbs up, signaling that he was ready.

Seeing this, the pilot also gave a thumbs up, and approached the clearing, and when he reached the top of the clearing, the helicopter began to hover, and Rez Vázquez threw the rope that had been tied to him to the ground.

Rez Vázquez smiled slightly at the weeds that had been blown to the ground by the helicopter wind, the bushes that were staggering, and the small animals that were frightened and ran out of them.

Untied the rope that bound him, squatted on the landing gear, grabbed the sling with both hands, nodded to the pilot in the wheelhouse, and nodded to his comrades on the other side.

At the end of the countdown from the three fingers stretched out by the pilot, the two fighters jumped out of the helicopter at the same time, feeling the heat from the friction between the rope and the glove, and the security of holding the rope between their feet.

Instead of being afraid, Rez Vázquez was slightly excited.

When there was a thick touch under his feet, he understood that he had landed, and without hesitation, he released the rope in his hand, picked up the G3 automatic rifle that had been hanging in front of him, and half-crouched on the ground after taking two quick steps before.

A back-to-back alert was formed with another comrade.

The helicopter pilot above saw the vigilant figures of the two from above, breathed a sigh of relief, and directly pulled the joystick to give up the landing position.

Soon the next helicopter waiting in the rear took his place, and two more special operators landed on the ground.

With four special operators on the ground, they began to automatically rush into the jungle in an offensive stance in four directions, searching for hidden dangers around them.

As the helicopters in the rear lowered the fighters one by one, soon all ten members of the heavily armed special tactical research team were on the ground.

The commander here was Rez Vázquez, and when he saw that everyone had arrived, he didn't speak, just nodded to everyone, took out his compass to determine the direction, and then went straight to the depths of the jungle without hesitation.

Zhuang Xintian, who was in another place, was also leading another ten-person team to land safely in the predetermined position and began to advance in the direction of the enemy camp. The whole operation was stealthy and swift.

Because, because the sky is not yet bright, the light in the jungle is very dim, but this obviously cannot stump the soldiers of the special tactical research team who have undergone professional training.

Under the cover of the dense jungle, the warriors flashed from time to time among the trees like ghosts in the jungle, and soon lost their figures.

At this time, in the enemy camp, the rebels led by the Eddie brothers were still asleep. Although there were people who helped them, they were able to escape the encirclement of the government army and get enough supplies.

But such a long time of jungle crossing and hiding in Tibet is also physically and mentally exhausting. Most of the rebels are taking advantage of the rare recuperation period.

As for the movement of the helicopter flight, it was covered by dense primeval jungle, and the helicopter deliberately bypassed the target, so they could not detect it at all.

The Marines, who landed on the south bank of the Yapura River by boat, had already begun to advance towards the rebel camp.

In fact, the rebel camp was not far from the south bank of the Yapura River, less than twenty miles or so, so it was not too difficult for the Marines who had undergone rigorous training in jungle warfare!

And the first to approach the outskirts of the rebel camp were naturally the members of the Navy's special tactics research team.

Rez Vazquez, who had been at the forefront of the line, crossed a small ditch, gently raised his right fist, followed the people behind him, slowly squatted down, and began to look for cover.

Rez Vázquez watched quietly for a moment through the gaping gaps in the leaves in front of him, and then gestured to the warriors behind him.

Soon two warriors slowly detoured to both sides.

Under a big tree not far away, a rebel soldier wearing civilian clothes and holding an M1 Garand rifle, looking a little sloppy, was yawning against the tree, and the whole person felt a little drowsy.

Rez Vázquez looked at the obviously sentinel from afar with a cold look in his eyes, and suddenly, the sleepy sentry seemed to be disturbed by some sound.

Shaking his head, he looked in one direction, and before he could notice anything, a green floc was nailed to his neck in a flash from the bush beside him.

He seemed to sense something, and with a puzzled expression, he reached out to his neck, and accidentally touched a fluffy thing, wiped it off and took it in his hand to see that it was a blow needle.

Before he could figure out what was happening, the whole person had already lost consciousness and slowly fell backwards, and just as he was about to fall to the ground, a pair of hands reached out from the bushes behind him, gently caught his body, and dragged his body into the bushes.

It all happened quietly, and if it weren't for Rez Vazquez looking at each other all the time, he wouldn't have known what was going on.

When the sentry fell, Rez Vázquez slowly stepped forward with his gun in his hand and continued on his way.

This time, after walking less than fifty meters, he stopped again, pulled out a monocular from his tactical vest, and looked at the rebel camp not far away.

After observing for about ten minutes, they made a gesture behind them, and everyone began to slowly retreat again, and when they passed by the sentry's position, they saw the sentry holding a gun in both hands, leaning against a big tree, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

The blow pin on his neck has lost its figure, and it looks like a sentry asleep at a sentry post.

As for the change of guard, when the changing of the guard came over and found that the sentry was dead, he could not think that the other party had died from the enemy attack, after all, there were no obvious injuries on this sentry's body at all.

Even if some people suspect the wound on the neck, they will at most think that it is the work of the poisonous insects of the jungle.

After exiting the enemy camp for nearly a mile, Rez Vázquez's team came to a halt, and the signal men in the group began to use walkie-talkies to contact the headquarters.

In order to prevent the occurrence of poor signal in the jungle, Fang Lang sent a reconnaissance plane to hover in the distance early, and the situation reported by Rez Vazquez's team was quickly conveyed by the reconnaissance plane and received by the command.

Fang Lang, who was waiting at the headquarters, quickly received the information from Zhuang Xintian and Rez Vazquez, nodded with satisfaction, turned his head to look at the staff officer beside him, and said:

"Are the Marines in place?"

The staff officer on the side heard Fang Lang's inquiry, and hurriedly stood up and saluted:

"Boss, the intelligence that came five minutes ago, the Marines still have twenty minutes to go, and they can all arrive at the designated location."

Hearing this, Fang Lang raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, nodded, and asked another staff officer beside him:

"Are the bomber formations ready?"

The staff officer stood up and saluted:

"Boss, all forty bombers are ready to go."

"Very well, I order! The clean-up operation officially began, the bombers took off, and half an hour later arrived at the designated position to launch a carpet bombing of the enemy camp. ”

Fang Lang casually threw the pencil in his hand on the desk in front of him, stood up straight, and said slowly in a serious tone.

The entire command headquarters was instantly filled with a murderous aura, and all the staff officers stood up and said in unison:

"Yes! Your Excellency, General! ”

Next, the order was transmitted by walkie-talkie to the front-line troops, and to the aviation barracks.

The naval air crews, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly rushed out of their respective barracks, put on their flight caps, and ran to their respective fighters.

Most of these pilots are still cadets, but there is no longer any difficulty for them in flying bombers to drop bombs. As a student, everyone is excited to get such a rare opportunity to fight.

In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, these pilots, under the leadership of the 10 earliest aircraft carrier pilots, had already been in the barracks and repeatedly discussed this operation, even the formation of the flight, who dropped the bomb first, and who was responsible for bombing that area.

Now that it has finally reached the stage of actual combat test, everyone is both nervous and excited.

And it was under these circumstances that the former front-line commander of the War Department, Major General Wotai Wesker, arrived at the field airfield in his jeep and prepared to take a plane back to the Ministry of Defense to report on his work.