"Second, Liberation Forces guerrilla detachnts. Break into smaller units and infiltrate the northern region of Daguk in small groups, gathering secretly. Maintain radio silence during assembly, maneuver at night to ensure operational stealth. Reconnaissance teams advance to monitor all routes leading to Daguk, I want to know the movent of even a fly entering."
"Third, let the Abu You Brigade send out their best scouts, like sand seeping into the surroundings of Daguk within a 20-kiloter radius. Establish concealed observation posts, not only marking fire points, command posts, and ammunition depots but also understanding their shift patterns, supply convoy schedules, and the habits of commanders. Drone squads provide 24-hour continuous battlefield monitoring."
"Fourth, communication security. Establish multi-layer encrypted channels with the Baghdad Joint Operations Center, Russian Front Command, and Persian Holy City Brigade liaison station. Conduct security checks every hour, and backup communication plans must be reliable. Tell our 'allies' that the key to coordination is tily and accurate information sharing."
Each command was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, piercing coldly towards its target.
The militia units and rcenary forces throughout the Sulaimaniyah region seed injected with a stimulant, starting to operate in a tense yet orderly rhythm.
About forty kiloters west of Baghdad, east of Ozham.
Illigo Governnt Army 9th Armored Division's forward position.
In the M113 armored command vehicle, reports from the battalion commanders ca through the radio earpiece with static noise.
Commander of the Illigo Governnt Army, Sayif, frowned, fingers unconsciously tapping the map spread on his lap.
The 1515 Ard Forces in the direction of Ozham are by no ans a disorderly rabble.
They have constructed deep defenses relying on complex urban areas and surrounding villages, equipped with a large number of Russian-made anti-tank missiles, Arican-made grenade launchers, and most troubling, ingeniously disguised suicide car bombs.
His troops, although under the banner of an "armored division," mainly consisted of the outdated T-72 tanks, so even lacking effective night combat capabilities, and many soldiers were conscripts, lacking combat experience.
"Tell the commanders of each unit."
Sayif told the chief of staff beside him: "Raise the alert level to the highest. Reconnaissance units keep a close watch, I want to know every minute change in their positions. Artillery units complete parater alignnt, stockpile the base-level ammunition. We don't need to rush in to throw our lives away, but we must make them believe we could launch an all-out attack at any mont! Create enough montum! Mr. Song only told us to attract the 1515 ard forces in the direction of Ozham, not to occupy Ozham..."
He took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaling thick smoke.
"Have the lads check their equipnt, especially anti-IED equipnt, conduct checks and demining along the way, don't want to flip in the gutter, I do not want to die by the roadside."
Eastern Syria, at the edge of the desert, Russian Front Command.
The atmosphere here was starkly different from Sulaimaniyah.
The command post was set up inside a reinforced underground bunker, the air carrying a scent of vodka.
Brigadier General Niezov stood before a massive paper map, the stars on his shoulder board prominent even in the dim light.
Surrounding him were commanders from the Air Force, SSO Special Forces, and Wagner Group, the "Chef," each with a steely expression.
"Forty-eight-hour window."
Niezov pointed to the map: "We have forty-eight hours until the comncent of the full assault. As soon as artillery fire erupts on the Illigo side, we will launch a full assault eastward towards Deir Ezzor, making the 1515 Ard Forces understand who is truly the boss on this land."
He raised his hand to control the laser pointer, directing the beam to the vast area from Deir Ezzor to Raqqa.
"The Air Force's first wave will prioritize destroying enemy command hubs, communication nodes, logistics hubs, and fuel and ammunition accumulation points. Use precision-guided munitions to blow off their heads!"
"SSO Special Forces will depart tonight, responsible for infiltrating enemy lines to provide laser guidance for heavy firepower and airstrikes, conducting targeted removals if necessary."
"Wagner forces, along with our friends in Syria."
He looked at the "Chef": "Yevgeny, your tanks and infantry fighting vehicles are bulldozers. Once the airstrikes weaken the enemy's resistance, I want you to roll over them like crushing ants! Leave no corner untouched!"
Orders delivered with brevity and forcefulness, carrying the unique Russian war aesthetic of efficiency and destruction.
Northern Illigo, deep in the rough mountains.
The Persian Holy City Brigade had advanced to the border, cleverly concealing the main force within the mountain valleys.
Avanti walked silently among the soldiers clad in green uniforms.
These soldiers belonged to the Persian Army's most elite Holy City Brigade, well-equipped with modified assault rifles, sniper equipnt, and anti-tank missiles, many faces bearing the weathered marks of long service."
"Patience is the sharpest blade."
Avanti whispered to a few accompanying commanders: "Song's signal is the order to attack. When the flas rise in Daguk and Titrick is thrown into chaos, that's when we go down the mountain."
He gazed towards the south, the valleys and towns under the control of the 1515 forces, "Rember, our goal is not just to kill. We are after valuable intelligence, those who know the inner workings alive, territories that will consolidate our influence. Move swiftly, strike with precision, like a mountain eagle hunting, one hit and it counts."
Near Baghdad, Assad Air Base, the night deepens.
The runway was bright, painting the desert night sky a shade of orange.
Beneath the beams of giant searchlights, ground crew moved ceaselessly like busy ants among the massive aircraft.
Underneath the imnse fuselage of F-15E "Strike Eagle" fighter-bombers were loaded with GBU-series precision-guided bombs and AGM-air-to-ground missiles; under the short, thick wings of A-10C "Warthog" attack aircraft, the GAU-8 seven-barrel Gatling gun lurked nacingly, alongside rocket pods and "Little Bull" missiles.
Since the troop withdrawals began three years ago, the US troops in Iraq had not carried out such a large-scale military operation.
In a corner of the base, at the Special Operations Mission Coordination Center, Major Jas was watching large screens constantly updating with weather data, enemy intelligence reports, and mission area maps.
"Has Alpha, Bravo squad confird their arrival at the designated observation points?"
His voice was transmitted through encrypted communications to the front.
"Alpha reports, arrived at border observation point Lima, establishing a covert post."
"Bravo reports, entered the desert kill zone observation point Delta, good visibility."
"Maintain radio silence, proceed with the laser target designation drill as planned. Ensure the identification signals between you and the airborne units are flawless."
Jas commanded coldly, though internally he strongly resisted Song Heping's command, the professional soldier's discipline demanded he ensure the perfection of every mission link.
anwhile, outside the airport, several "Black Hawk" and "Chinook" helicopters, using the cover of night, swept over the desert like ghosts, deploying more special operations teams to critical positions.
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