Chapter 1501 The War to End All Wars

"...Vehicles loaded with oil appear in a line on the horizon. It's like a living crude oil pipeline, from IS and rebel-controlled areas all the way into Turkey. They drive to Turkey day and night. The tankers are there Unload the cargo and then drive back empty. We are talking about a commercial crude oil supply line controlled by Syrian terrorists. This is where the oil is shipped, not elsewhere. We can see clearly from the air that these vehicles are going to Where?"

The speech delivered by the Russian President at the International Security Summit was shown on the old TV. He said this a long time ago, but now it is just an old matter again.

Sitting in the half-collapsed apartment building, staring at the man on the TV, the turbaned militant held a rifle tightly in his hands, and his coal-like eyes flashed with hatred, but mostly fear.

Since last month, they have been losing ground.

In fact, from the moment the new flag fluttered in the hands of the Statue of Liberty, many IS leaders already knew that everything was over. From that moment on, they lost all support. Rather, it is a miracle that they can rely on fanaticism to survive until now.

Black blood is imported from Turkey into the crude oil market, exchanged for bloody banknotes, and ultimately left in the hands of the military-industrial complex, exchanged for cannons and bullets. Every time someone doubts the need for a counterterrorism strategy, they conspire with "enemies" to launch attacks on allies or even in their own countries, members of Congress are forced to compromise on the Department of Defense's new security budget, and then those same people take the second piece of the cake. , and every bite is full of blood, and every bite is full of deception.

Both the besiegers and the defenders knew that it was time to end.

Eastern Syria, Mayadin region.

This city, located on both sides of the Euphrates River, once had thousands of miles of fertile land and gave birth to the prosperous Mesopotamian civilization. However, now it only remains thousands of miles of starvation and a pile of white bones, embellishing the final madness of those extreme people.

The killers in black robes lurk in the gray-yellow buildings buried by the wind and sand, vowing to fight to the end. The Syrian government forces have launched two rounds of offensives, but each time they suffered heavy casualties. The last time they hit the river bank, they were still forced to withdraw from the city.

The mercenaries of Star Circle Trade continued their siege strategy, surrounding the city and cutting off all channels for supplies from the outside world to be imported into the city. On the other side, Russian fighter planes dropped at least twenty aerial bombs into the city every day, creating a continuous plume of black smoke.

People die every day.

However, death did not scare them, it only made them crazier...

About twenty kilometers outside Mayadin City, in the desert, is the Star Ring Trading Operations Base. Russian fighter planes carrying out air strikes landed on the runway here, refueled and returned towards the Black Sea.

Located in the center of the operations base, is the command center of this mercenary force.

Since last month, officers from Star Circle Trade have been sent to the Syrian battlefield along with new equipment, and at the same time they have taken over the command of this force.

"The war to end all wars is over." Overlooking the dead city through the perspective of the drone, the deputy commander standing in front of the holographic screen narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "Why are they Still not surrendering?"

The siege has lasted for a full month, and the IS armed forces stubbornly resisting in Mayadin are on the verge of collapse.

Without the covert support of the U.S. military-industrial complex, the black industrial chain supplying blood to IS has been completely cut off. This war should have ended a month ago.

"Because they have died long ago, and death is a relief for most of them." Standing next to the silent commander, the staff member replied.

At this moment, the curtain of the military camp was lifted, and an officer walked in from the outside.

"Report! Received an order from the Crescent Island General Headquarters," the officer said with a clean military salute, "The Supreme Combat Command issued instructions.

Leave no one behind. "

"Is this what your chairman means?" asked a man with a Middle Eastern face in the control room.

He is a guide sent by the Syrian government forces. He is responsible for liaison with the mercenaries of the Star Ring Trade. He is also responsible for solving some problems that cannot be solved with weapons. He has no power to intervene in the decision-making of Star Ring Trade. Although the words "leave no one behind" made his heart tremble, he couldn't stop it.

Let alone him, even if Mr. Basar stood in front of this officer, what could he do? After the fall of the United States, Star Ring Trade has become the new hegemon of this planet... They can establish a new hegemony at any time if they want.

It's just Syria.

Regardless of government forces or rebels, they are just ants in front of the orbital airborne brigade.

"Probably so." Without any more nonsense with the Syrian guide, the commander 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 civilians being held hostage in that city." Looking at the yellow sand in the sky outside the window, the deputy commander sighed.

"How many can there be?"

"No matter how much it is, it's still a problem."

Silence fell in the command room.

After a long time, the Syrian guide swallowed his saliva and spoke tremblingly in a voice that was almost pleading.

"Maybe there is another way. Let our people try again. We will launch another offensive tomorrow..."

No matter what, it is their city.

No matter how many innocent compatriots are left inside, how many imprisoned slaves and hostages are not killed, as long as you try to save——

"There will always be sacrifices in war," the commander raised his hand, interrupted the guide's words, and said in an incomprehensible tone, "Whether it is an innocent civilian or a heroic soldier, all lives are equal. . Let those who should go to hell go to hell, let those who are already in hell be liberated, and let go of those who are still 'alive'. 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 invited him out of the headquarters.

Looking at the angry face that disappeared behind 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 words "leave no one behind".

After all, he was also a high-level executive in Star Ring Trading, so he had heard about the lady's origins.

Why have all the support weapons sent to the front line since the end of last month been white phosphorus bombs?

The meaning of the top management is actually very clear.

And he always understood.

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