"A large number of foreign rcenaries and newly arrived equipnt are entering Siria through a secret channel. Most of them have completed assembly and preparation in the Otaba area. This place——will be the starting point for their next major offensive."
He zood in on the map, pointing to Otaba Town and its surrounding areas: "The terrain here is complex, with abandoned towns and hilly landscapes, suitable for ambushes. My plan is not to face them head-on, but instead to feign weakness and lure them in deep. We will concentrate our most elite armored reserve forces, the Republican Guard Special Forces, and all available artillery south of Otaba at pre-set ambush positions, to conduct a large-scale annihilation battle!"
"The combat objective—thoroughly defeat or even annihilate the 'Victory Front's' most elite foreign legion and assault forces! If successful, the spearhead of the southern offensive will be broken by us, the enemy's morale will suffer a severe blow, and our army can take the opportunity to launch a counterattack and stabilize the entire southern line!"
A general from Siria on the screen couldn't help but interject, with a heavy accent and skepticism: "Otaba? The terrain there is indeed suitable for ambushes, but the enemy isn't stupid! How do we ensure they will enter the ambush circle? Moreover, if we divert all elite reserve forces, and the ambush fails or the frontline defense is prematurely breached, the southern gate of Damascus will be wide open!"
"Good question."
Song Heping was not annoyed by the interruption and responded calmly.
"First, we will carefully design retreat and lure steps, using intelligence deception and electronic warfare to make them believe our southern frontline is on the verge of collapse, and their assault can achieve the greatest results. Second, the ambush forces must be absolutely concealed to achieve surprise. Third, this is a gamble, but compared to waiting for a total collapse in three days, this gamble is worth it! As for the frontline defense, we must hold at all costs before the ambush is launched! There is no retreat!"
He paused, his tone becoming more grave: "Additionally, this is just part of the plan. To truly relieve the pressure, we must dismantle the current eastern front's most ferocious offensive by the 1515 Ard, but to deal with the 1515 Ard, we need external forces to cooperate in action."
The image switched again, the map shifted to the eastern border of Siria, extending to the northern Illigo of a neighboring country.
"The main force of the 1515 Ard is fiercely attacking Deir Ezzor, with so militants advancing west and threatening Palmyra in eastern Damascus. If this montum is not curbed, within a week, they will also reach Damascus."
"The 1515 Ard has nurous personnel and strong combat power..."
On the screen, a Siria military leader in charge of eastern defense expressed concern: "We have already fought to the death to organize defense, but their tactics are flexible; they abandon attacking towns they cannot penetrate and use ard pickup trucks to quickly bypass the defense line and attack us from behind and the flanks… We have limited manpower and can't possibly defend against them..."
"Facing them head-on is useless. They currently have more forces than your eastern troops, and their equipnt is not inferior to yours. Engaging them directly or defending the entire front is aningless."
Song Heping switched the situation map on the screen to the Illigo border.
"Their weakness is not in the frontline forces, but in supplies and personnel replenishnt. According to intelligence, over sixty percent of the eastern 1515 Ard's military supplies co from the Dehuk area in northern Illigo! That is their logistical heart, the material gathering place, and one of the main channels for foreign terrorists to infiltrate Siria."
Song Heping's voice carried a cold murderous intent, "Strike the snake at its seven-inch point. We must take down this supply transit station in Dehuk!"
This caused everyone present to suck in a cold breath, including the Chef who felt that Song Heping's plan was too crazy.
Cross-border attack?
How difficult it is to discuss!
A Russian Army staff officer frowned: "Mr. Song, we currently don't have organized forces in Illigo! Plus, cross-border actions co with extrely high political risks!"
"You don't have the forces, but I do..."
Song Heping said decisively, he operated the tablet, and a new video connection window appeared on the screen.
After a few seconds of encrypted communication static, the image stabilized and showed several people—a simple yet military-feeling tent in the background, Jiang Feng, Naxin, Samir, and Abu You were present, with busy crowds and faintly visible weapons and equipnt behind them.
"This is..."
The Chef's pupils slightly contracted.
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