Abdul stood on a five-meter-high rock protruding from the seaside, the green world in his night vision goggles was boiling.
He watched his warriors cut into the plaza from three directions, slicing the throats of the drunken militiamen before they could even touch their guns.
He was very familiar with this place.
There was a time when Nura had sold him arms.
He knew the military condition of this fishing village.
Most of the woman's two hundred subordinates were still using old-style rifles and submachine guns from World War II, with less than 20% of them using Soviet AK-series weapons from the 60s and 70s, while he had just received a full American equipment set from Mossad yesterday, which was on a completely different level from these scattered soldiers.
In the past, Abdul never dared to dream of today.
His armed forces actually reached world-class equipment levels.
