"Ladies and gentlen."
Song Heping introduced, "Allow to introduce the people on the screen. They are my subordinates on the Persian Plateau: Commander Samir of the 'Liberation Forces', Commander Naxin of the Revolutionary Guard, and my colleague, Jiang Feng, along with Commander Abu You of the Kurd Ard branch. Currently, they have twelve thousand trained and equipped warriors ready for battle under their control."
On the other end of the video, Jiang Feng nodded towards the cara, while Naxin and Samir gave a military salute.
Their presence shocked everyone on and off the screen.
No one had expected that Song Heping would have such a force in Persia!
Song Heping continued, "They are ready. My plan is for Samir and Naxin's main forces, with Jiang Feng's coordinated command and the cooperation of the local Kurdish Ard forces 'Abu You Brigade', to launch a long-distance raid from the secret base and attack Dehuk's 1515 logistics center fiercely! anwhile, I have contacted General Afanti on the Persian side, and the Revolutionary Guard's 'Holy City Brigade' will provide full aerial reconnaissance, intelligence support, and necessary long-range fire cover for them!"
He looked at Jiang Feng in the video: "Jiang Feng, your task is to seize or destroy Dehuk's logistics warehouses, barracks, and transportation hubs at the fastest speed, eliminating this logistics node completely! The action must be swift, precise, and ruthless! Quickly retreat and return to the border safety zone after completion. If successful, the 1515 Ard forces fighting in Eastern Syria will face supply cuts and an uncertain retreat, causing their offensive montum to be blocked, and may even trigger chaos and retreat!"
Jiang Feng responded in a solemn voice: "Understood! Our troops are already prepared for battle. Once intelligence sharing is completed, we can proceed according to plan. I guarantee the task will be completed!"
Samir and Naxin also expressed their determination simultaneously in awkward English or Arabic.
The command center was silent, everyone was stunned by this extrely daring cross-border strike plan.
It was incredible, yet carried a fatal attraction.
Finally, Song Heping switched the screen back to northern Syria.
"As for the north, the direction of Idlib, the HTS and Rebel Alliance are advancing strongly."
Song Heping's tone beca sowhat subtle, even with a hint of a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Here — I think it is actually the least of our worries at the mont."
"Why?"
The Chef couldn't help but ask, recalling Moscow's cold refusal just now.
"HTS forces are already approaching the outskirts of Idlib city. Once Idlib falls, the gates to the coastal provinces of Tartus and Latakia open! That's our lifeline! There, the Russian army provides crucial aerial support for the Silia governnt army. If it falls, the consequences are unimaginable."
"Indeed, it's a lifeline. But not just our lifeline."
Song Heping calmly analyzed, his eyes sharply turning to the Chef.
"It's more so the Kremlin's lifeline. Tartus is Russia's only military port in the diterranean, and Latakia's Hemming Air Base is their pillar for operations in Silia. Moscow claims it won't intervene directly, but are they really willing to gamble, willing to sit back and watch HTS or even more extre ard forces threaten these two strategic points safely?"
He paused for a mont, allowing everyone to digest this sentence.
"I can't be sure if the Kremlin will deploy ground forces, but..."
Song Heping emphasized his tone, "They absolutely cannot afford the risk these two ports and bases face. Therefore, my assessnt is: we can adopt strategic defense on the northern line, even tactical retreats to narrow our forces, and hold key points. Throw the tough problems to Moscow. Once HTS forces truly threaten the safety of Tartus and Latakia, the Kremlin will have no choice: either watch their strategic assets get lost and their reputation shattered, or they must commit fully to deploying the air force, even cruise missiles from ships, for devastating strikes against HTS attack forces! They can't not respond! So, on the northern line, we bet against the Kremlin; we wager they have more to lose at these ports than we do!"
This analysis was like striking a match in the dark, letting everyone see a cold possibility based on geopolitical realities.
The Chef opened his mouth, wanting to retort, wanting to talk about Moscow's bureaucrats' coldness and shortsightedness, but Song Heping's logic was flawless.
Indeed, Moscow may not care who governs Damascus, but they absolutely cannot be indifferent to Tartus and Latakia!
This is Russia's bottom line!
"So, to summarize."
Song Heping looked around the room, "In the south, Otaba, we actively launch an annihilation battle and break the enemy's spearhead. In the east, rely on foreign forces to raid Dehuk, take down the 1515 logistics station. In the north, shrink the defense circle, throw the burden to Moscow, force them to take action. This three-pronged approach may not imdiately turn the tide, but definitely offers a chance to stabilize the front line and gain breathing space. If effective, it may even reverse certain battlefield situations!"
The eting fell into a brief silence, everyone swiftly contemplating this vast, risky yet intricately interconnected plan.
Soon, an old Silia General began to speak on the screen, his voice tinged with excitent and determination: "The Otaba plan is risky but worth trying! My troops are willing to act as bait!"
"My troops can be the main ambush force! But we demand the strongest artillery and aerial support!"
Another command window shouted.
"The action at Dehuk... It's amazing, but if successful, the pressure on the eastern line will be greatly reduced! I support it!"
The voices of questioning and discussion began to heat up, but no longer in desperate complaints, rather technical discussions focused on how to refine and execute the plan.
Song Heping, the Chef, and the staff started addressing various detailed issues: troop deploynt, firepower configuration, logistical support, communication coordination, timing nodes...
In this pragmatic, even sowhat intense discussion, hope was gradually rekindling.
anwhile, on the Persian Plateau, at the secret camp.
After the video conference ended, Jiang Feng, Naxin, Samir, and the Abu You Brigade commanders left the communication tent imdiately.
The camp had completely awakened at this mont, entering the highest state of combat readiness.
The engines' roar replaced the nightti silence, the headlights illuminated the valley.
"Assemble! All units, according to the planned sche, check equipnt, receive ammunition and supplies! Complete all departure preparations within an hour!"
Naxin shouted through a loudspeaker, his voice echoing among the mountains.
The officers loudly called nas, distributing extra rockets and shells.
The 'Liberation Forces' soldiers lined up neatly, carrying heavy weapon boxes from the warehouse—inside were brand new rifles, machine guns, anti-tank missiles, and man-portable air-defense missiles.
Many of these were obtained through special channels or arranged by Song Heping.
Samir stood on a pickup truck equipped with a heavy machine gun, and spoke robustly: "Warriors! The ti has co for our test! Our brothers are bleeding in Silia, those beasts from 1515 are destroying our holand! Now, we strike directly at their stronghold! For freedom! For revenge!"
"For freedom! Revenge!"
The thunderous roar erged, filled with a shared enemy sentint.
anwhile, Jiang Feng and several technical officers, along with the commanders of the Abu You Brigade, gathered over a large map spread on the hood.
The Abu You Brigade is a local Kurdish ard force, familiar with the terrain, making their involvent crucial.
"Route confirmation once again, we depart from here, traverse the border mountains, bypass major towns and 1515 checkpoints... Here, here may be outposts, we need special teams to quietly resolve them..."
Jiang Feng's fingers moved across the map, communicating in fluent Kurdish and Arabic.
"This can be handed to my 'Sand Fox' team," Naxin said.
A subtle buzzing sounded in the camp's sky.
A small unmarked drone quietly ascended, flying towards the direction of Illiguo's border.
This is the first pair of eyes provided by the Persian Revolutionary Guard's 'Holy City Brigade', according to the agreent with Song Heping for reconnaissance support.
General Afanti's information also ca through an encrypted channel: "Aerial reconnaissance is in place. Our drones will provide full battlefield monitoring and indications. If necessary, artillery units near the border can offer a salvo of rockets to cover your assault. May Allah bless your successful action."
In one corner of the camp, logistics officers were hoarsely directing vehicles to refuel and load supplies. Shells were stuffed into the back seats of ard pickup trucks, rifle ammunition boxed onto trucks.
dics were nervously checking first-aid kits and stretchers.
The whole camp was like a suddenly activated war machine, every gear spinning at high speed.
The gears of war began turning wildly again.
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