"… vehicles loaded with oil appeared on the horizon in a row. It's like a living crude oil pipeline, from IS and rebel-controlled areas all the way to Turkey. They drove to Turkey day and night. The tankers unloaded there, then drove back empty. We're talking about a commercial crude oil supply line controlled by Syrian terrorists. The oil is transported from here and not from other places. We can see clearly from the air where these vehicles go. "
On the old TV, the Russian President's speech at the International Security Summit was shown. He said this a long time ago, and now it was just a rehash of the past.
Sitting in a half-collapsed apartment building, the militants stared at the man on the TV. They held their rifles tightly in their hands, and their coal-like eyes flashed with hatred, but more than that, it was fear.
Since last month, they had been losing ground.
In fact, from the moment the Xin flag fluttered in the hands of the Statue of Liberty, many senior IS officials already knew that everything was over. From that moment on, they lost all support. It was a miracle that they could rely on fanaticism to survive until now.
Black blood was imported from Turkey into the crude oil market, exchanged for bloody banknotes, and finally left in the hands of the military-industrial complex to be exchanged for cannons and bullets. Whenever someone doubted the necessity of anti-terrorism strategies, they conspired with the "enemy" to launch attacks in their allies or even in their own countries. Members of Congress were forced to compromise with the new security budget of the Department of Defense. Then those people took a second bite of the cake, and every bite was filled with blood and deception.
Whether it was the people besieging the city or the people defending the city, they all knew that it was time to end.
Eastern Syria, Al Aden.
This city, which was located on both sides of the Euphrates River, was once fertile and gave birth to the flourishing Mesopotamian civilization. However, what was left of it was a thousand miles of starving people, a pile of white bones, embellishing the final madness of the extremists.
The assassins in black robes lurked in the gray-yellow buildings buried by the sandstorm and vowed to resist to the end. The Syrian government forces had launched two rounds of offensives, but each time they suffered heavy casualties. In the last attack, they managed to reach the river bank, but they were still forced to withdraw from the city.
The mercenaries of Celestial Trade continued the siege strategy and surrounded the city, cutting off all routes of supplies from the outside world into the city. On the other side, Russian fighters dropped at least twenty bombs into the city every day, and the dark smoke formed a continuous line.
People were dying every day.
However, death did not frighten them. It only made them crazier …
Celestial Trade Operations Base was located in the desert about 20 kilometers outside Mayadin. The Russian fighter jets carrying out the air raid mission landed on the runway here, refueled, and returned to the Black Sea.
Located in the middle of the base of operations was the command center of this mercenary group.
Since last month, officers from Celestial Trade were sent to the battlefield in Syria along with the new equipment and took over the command of this force.
"The war to end all wars is over." Through the perspective of the drone, the deputy commander standing in front of the holographic screen narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "Why haven't they surrendered yet?"
The siege had been going on for a whole month, and the IS armed forces in Mayadin were on the verge of collapse.
Without the secret support of the UA military complex, the black industry chain that transfused blood to IS was completely cut off. The war should have ended a month ago.
"Because they died a long time ago. Death is a relief for most of them." The staff officer standing beside the silent commander replied.
Just then, the curtain of the barracks was lifted, and an officer walked in from the outside.
"Report! We received an order from the New Moon Island General Command. " The officer gave a neat military salute and said, "The Supreme Combat Command issued an order to leave no one alive."
"Is this the order of your president?" In the command room, a man with a Middle Eastern face asked.
He was the guide sent by the Syrian government army, responsible for contacting the mercenaries of Celestial Trade, and also responsible for solving some problems that couldn't be solved by weapons. He had no right to interrupt Celestial Trade's decision-making. Although the phrase "leave no one alive" made his heart tremble, he couldn't stop it.
Not to mention him, even if Mr. Basar stood in front of the officer, what could he do? After the fall of the UA, Celestial Trade had become the new overlord of the planet … As long as they wanted, they could establish a new hegemony at any time.
It was just Syria.
Whether it was the government army or the rebels, they were just ants in front of the Orbital Airborne Brigade.
"Probably." The commander didn't waste any more time with the Syrian guide. He nodded and looked at the staff officer. "What weapon is the fastest?"
"White phosphorus bombs," the staff officer replied. "We haven't used them since the beginning of the war, and our reserves are quite sufficient."
"It's difficult. There are still civilians held hostage in that city." The deputy commander sighed as he looked at the yellow sand outside the window.
"How many can there be?"
"No matter how many, it will always be a problem."
The command room fell into silence.
After a long time, the Syrian guide gulped and said in a trembling voice that was close to begging.
"Maybe there are other ways. Let our people try again. Tomorrow, we will launch another round of offensive …"
In any case, it was their city.
No matter how many innocent compatriots were left in it, how many imprisoned slaves and hostages were not killed, as long as they tried to save —
"There are always sacrifices in war." The commander raised his hand, interrupted the guide's words, and said in an indisputable tone, "Whether it is innocent civilians or heroic soldiers, all lives are equal. Let those who should go to hell go to hell, let those who are already in hell be freed, and let those who are still 'alive' go. You still need to keep them and rebuild your home. "
But why use white phosphorus bombs?!
The Syrian guide still wanted to argue, but these people obviously didn't want to say anything more.
The commander waved his hand, and two soldiers stepped forward and politely asked him to leave the command center.
Looking at the indignant face that disappeared behind the curtain, the commander sighed softly in his mind.
The so-called rhetoric was actually an excuse.
Only he understood the meaning behind the president's words "leave no one alive".
As a senior executive of Celestial Trade, he had heard about the origin of the lady.
Why did the weapons sent to the front line from the end of last month all white phosphorus bombs?
The meaning of the senior executives was actually very clear.
And he always understood.
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