I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1501: War to end all wars
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“… Vehicles full of oil lined up and appeared on the horizon. It was like a living crude oil pipeline that had been entering Turkey from IS and rebel-controlled areas. They drove to Turkey day and night. Oil tanks The car unloaded there, and then drove back empty. We are talking about a commercial crude oil supply line controlled by Syrian terrorists. These oils are shipped from here, not from other places. We see clearly in the air, Where did these vehicles go. “
On the old TV, the Russian President ’s speech at the International Security Summit was screened. He said this long ago, but now it’s just a matter of old things.
Sitting in the half-collapsed apartment building, staring at the man on the TV, the hooded militants clenched the rifle in their hands, hatred flashed in the eyes of a pair of coal, but more of it was fear .
Since last month, they have been losing ground.
In fact, from the moment when the flag of the new country fluttered in the hands of the Statue of Liberty, many senior IS officials already knew very well that everything was over. From that moment on, they lost all their aid. It would be a miracle to say that they can rely on fanaticism to support the present.
Black blood was imported from Turkey into the crude oil market, exchanged for **** banknotes, and eventually left in the hands of the military-industrial complex, where it was replaced by artillery and bullets. Every time someone doubts the necessity of anti-terrorism strategy, they conspire to launch an attack on the “enemy” in their allies or even their own country. Members of Congress are forced to compromise with the Ministry of Defense’s new security budget, and then those people bite off the second cake , And every bite carries blood, and every bite carries deception.
Both the besieged and the besieged people know that it is time to end.
East Syria, Mayadin region.
This city on both sides of the Euphrates River was once fertile and gave birth to the Mesopotamian civilization, but now there are only thousands of miles hungry, a pile of white bones, embellishing the last madness of those extremes .
Black-robed killers are lurking in the gray-yellow building buried by the wind and sand, vowing to persevere to the end. The Syrian government army has launched two rounds of offensive, but each time it suffered heavy casualties. The last time it hit the river bank, it was still forced to withdraw from the city.
The mercenaries of Xinghuan Trading continue the siege strategy, encircling the city, and cutting off all ways to import materials from the outside world into the city. On the other side, Russian fighter jets throw at least 20 aerial bombs into the city every day, and the black wolf smoke continues to form.
Every day someone dies.
However, death did not scare them, it only made them crazier …
In the desert, about 20 kilometers away from the city of Mayadin, sits the Star Ring Trade Action Base. The Russian fighter jets performing the air strike mission landed on the runway here, refueled and returned to the Black Sea.
Located in the center of the operation base, it is the command center of this mercenary force.
Since last month, officers from Xinghuan Trading have been sent to the Syrian battlefield with the new equipment, and they have taken over the command of this force.
“The war to end all wars is over,” overlooking the dead city from the perspective of a drone, the deputy commander standing in front of the holographic screen narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, “Why didn’t they surrender?”
The siege has been going on for a whole month, and the IS armed forces that are stubbornly resisting the surrender of Mayadin are on the verge of collapse.
Without the secret support of the US military-industrial complex, the black industrial chain for blood transfusion to IS was completely cut off. This war should actually be over a month ago.
“Because they died long ago, death is a relief for most of them.” Standing next to the commander who didn’t say a word, the staff replied.
At this moment, the curtain of the military camp was lifted, and an officer came in from the outside.
“Report! Received an order from the Crescent Island Headquarters,” said the officer with a clean salute, and the officer said, “The highest combat command gave instructions, and one will not stay.”
“Is this what your chairman meant?” a man from the Middle East asked in the command room.
He is a guide sent by the Syrian government army. He is responsible for liaising with the mercenaries of the Xinghuan trade, and he is also responsible for solving problems that cannot be solved by weapons. He has no power to intervene in the decision of Xinghuan Trading. Although the phrase “one does not stay” twitched his heart, he couldn’t stop it.
Not to mention him, even if Mr. Basal stood in front of this officer, what can he do? After the fall of the United States, Xinghuan Trading has become the new hegemon of the planet … as long as they want to, they can establish new hegemonism at any time.
It ’s just a Syria.
Both government forces and rebels are just ants in front of the orbital airborne brigade.
“Probably yes.” Without much nonsense with the Syrian guide, the commander nodded and looked at the staff. “What weapon is the fastest.”
“White. Phosphorus bomb,” the staff replied, “We have not used it since the beginning of the war and the reserves are quite sufficient.”
“It’s hard to do, there are still civilians being held hostage in that city.” Looking at the yellow sand outside the window, the deputy commander sighed.
“How many can there be?”
“No matter how much, it is always a trouble.”
The command room fell silent.
After a long time, the Syrian guide swallowed and shuddered in an almost pleading voice.
“Maybe there is another way for our people to try again, and tomorrow we will launch another round of offensive …”
In any case, it ’s always their city.
No matter how many innocent compatriots remain, how many remaining X slaves and hostages have not been killed, as long as you try to save —
“There will always be sacrifices in war,” the commander raised his hand, interrupted the guide, and said in an involuntary tone, “Either an innocent civilian or a heroic soldier, everyone ’s life It is equal. Let those who should go to **** go to hell, let those who are already in **** be freed, let go of those who are still alive. You still need to keep them and rebuild your home. “
But why use white phosphorous bombs? !
The Syrian guide wanted to argue, but these people obviously did n’t want to say much.
The commander waved his hand, and the two soldiers came forward, and politely invited him out of the headquarters.
Looking at the angry face that disappeared at the door curtain, the commander sighed softly in his heart.
The so-called rhetoric is actually an excuse.
Only he understands the meaning behind the chairman’s “one not to stay”.
Fortunately, he is also a senior executive of Xinghuan Trading. He still heard about the lady ’s background.
Why from the end of last month, the support weapons sent to the front were all white phosphorous bombs?
The meaning of high-level is actually very clear.
And he always understood.