He paused for a mont, panting heavily, as if just describing all this had exhausted all his energy: "Song, do you understand now? The southern, northern, and eastern fronts, every line of battle is retreating! We are severely understaffed, equipnt loss is astonishing, the intelligence system is almost paralyzed, the enemy situation is completely blurred. The governnt army lacks morale, and many units collapse at the slightest touch. Our guys from Wagner are brave, but we are not superhuman, we are scattered across various frontlines, struggling desperately, with the casualty rate continually rising... this situation is reaching its limit."
The Chef's tone suddenly beca extrely serious, even carrying a hint of pleading: "Song, I heard you were in the northwest of Illiguo, using just a small unit to strike the main force of 1515 into confusion, reclaiming so many towns. Now the whole circle, from Illiguo to Siria, is spreading your na. They all say that when it cos to dealing with the 1515 Ard, you are the true expert, their nesis. We need your experience, we need your judgnt, we need that kind of tactical mind that doesn't play by the rules!"
In the end, he issued an urgent invitation: "Song, co to Damascus! As the chief military advisor, provide strategic and tactical consultation for , for Wagner, and the Siria Governnt Army. Help analyze intelligence, determine the direction of major threats, devise operational plans, command my rcenary army and the governnt army, find the weaknesses of those Mad Dogs, and point us toward a path of survival! Compensation? Na your price! US Dollar cash, gold, diamonds, crude oil spot, future shares in oil fields, even any special equipnt channels you want, as long as I can get it, I will never bargain! This is not just business, Song, this is a request from as an old friend!"
Song Heping remained silent.
From the receiver, only faint, chaotic background noise could be heard on the Chef's end—possibly radio conversation sounds, or perhaps explosions from afar.
His gaze swept across the window of the camp; Naxin and Samir were conducting coordinated training with the integrated forces, Abu You's n were also among them.
The northwest of Illigo had temporarily entered a calm before the storm.
Abu You's troops needed ti to integrate and adapt, and the battle situation in the northwest of Illigo had fallen into a brutal stalemate, with neither the US Army nor the Illigo Governnt Army able to achieve a decisive breakthrough in the short term.
This was precisely the opportunity he was waiting for.
Whereas in Siria...
That place was an even deeper, more complex quagmire than Illigo.
A furnace of great power struggles, sectarian conflicts, proxy wars, and extre ideologies burning together.
Danger was omnipresent.
But as the Chef had said, there were also imnse opportunities, especially since the situation in Siria was already part of his grand plan and he would have to go sooner or later.
Intervening in the Siria situation now would not only repay a favor to the Chef but also extend his influence into a new strategic direction, establishing more direct and stronger ties with the Russian military and Wagner, earning invaluable chips and room for maneuver for his future layout here.
Moreover, striking against 1515 was one of his core objectives, and fighting them in Siria was essentially no different from in Illigo.
"Okay."
Song Heping's answer was crisp and straightforward, without a hint of hesitation.
"I'll go."
"Great! Great! Song! I knew it!!"
The Chef's voice was instantly filled with imnse excitent and relieved comfort, "I'll imdiately arrange the safest route and contact thod! Utilize all resources! Prepare yourself and set off as soon as possible! The sooner the better!"
"Wait for my ssage."
Song Heping hung up the phone.
He wasted no ti and imdiately ordered the assembly of Jiang Feng, Naxin, Samir, and Abu You to the command center.
The four arrived swiftly, sensing the unusually serious atmosphere in the room.
"I will be leaving for a while soon."
Song Heping got straight to the point, his gaze sweeping over each key associate, "To Siria, to handle so urgent matters."
Their faces displayed surprise and confusion, but no one questioned, they just quietly awaited orders.
"Naxin, Samir."
Song Heping looked at his two loyal confidants, "Your task is to continue intensive training of the troops, especially the newly joined forces of Abu You, they must be quickly integrated into a reliable combat force. Strategically, adopt a defensive posture, without my direct orders, any proactive attacks are strictly prohibited. The task during this period is not to strike out, but to guard what we've achieved; being able to hold the fort is your greatest accomplishnt."
"Understood, Boss!"
Naxin and Samir stood up and responded.
"Abu You."
Song Heping looked at this newly surrendered Commander.
"You are familiar with Northern Illigo, especially the areas around Mosul. Your task is to assist Naxin and their integration training, while also fully utilizing your existing relationships and intelligence network to closely monitor the progress of the Mosul battle, and the movents within the KPG, especially among the upper echelons of the committee. Any major changes, regardless of size, must be reported to imdiately through the encrypted satellite channel."
"Leave it to , Mr. Song."
Abu You nodded solemnly, fully aware that this was a crucial test of trust, "My n and I will not let you down."
Lastly, he turned to Jiang Feng, the reliable operative in charge of logistics, intelligence, and diplomacy: "Jiang Feng, your task is the heaviest. Overall coordinate camp affairs, with a focus on the crude oil trade with Zayed. Recently, try to increase shipnt volu, using the border channels and relationship networks we control, by modifying tankers and arranging small ship transport to safely deliver crude oil to Zayed's designated sea rendezvous point. Financial settlents must be absolutely secure, with part of the funds used to procure urgently needed arms and high-tech equipnt, and another part exchanged for gold or US Dollar hard currency reserves. Also, maintain seamless intelligence flow with Henry, as I need to be inford of any slight movent in Washington and Langley at the first instance."
"Don't worry, Old Commander."
Jiang Feng's response was very succinct: "I will ensure everything runs smoothly. The oil trade line and funds chain will not be interrupted. However, the situation in Siria is complex, you must be extrely careful."
Having given all instructions, Song Heping left the camp with only a lightweight yet sturdy marching backpack.
Inside that backpack, besides necessary change of clothes, were primarily his tactical gear, multiple forged passports of different nationalities, a large sum of cash in various currencies, a satellite phone, and an encrypted communicator.
He had to use a fake passport to exit the country and head to Liben.
There, he would et up with Russian agents.
Everything was arranged by the Chef.
At that point, he was not worried.
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