Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
The mont for the great battle had finally arrived.
The night before last, after dinner, Song Heping went to bed early.
After all, this battle spanned two countries with four nations participating, targeting the main forces of the 1515 Ard in Northwest Illiguo.
Over the past two years, the power of the 1515 Ard expanded rapidly, benefiting from their promotion in online and Dark Web chat rooms, attracting extre elents from Africa, Asia, and even Europe who shared their views.
When Buckdadi took over Organization 1515, he had fewer than ten thousand n under his command.
In just two years, the regular mbers of the 1515 Ard reached over thirty thousand. If we include other ard branches and local forces that are pro-1515, the numbers swell to sixty thousand.
Half of these sixty thousand troops are entrenched in the Northwest region of Illiguo, including Mosul, Illiguo's second-largest city, the hotown of forr president Sadam, Tikrit, the capital of Anbar Province, Ramadi, and several other regions like Kirkuk.
Afterward, Buckdadi, with swelling confidence, announced the establishnt of the "Levant Country," amassing wealth through taxation, smuggling oil and artifacts, robbery, kidnapping, and extortion, once dubbed the "richest terrorist organization" in the world.
Because of this, Aricans cannot expel the 1515 Ard from Siria through airstrikes alone, and now choose to cooperate with Song Heping, the Russians, Persians, and forr adversaries, as a last resort.
Now, the four sides have united, calling in two elite rcenary battalion-level units from Africa, making them strong and well-equipped.
Even so, Song Heping is prepared for a prolonged, tough battle.
His plan is to crush the main 1515 Ard forces within Illiguo in a month. However, completely eradicating the 1515 Ard is surely a long-term war, not sothing that can be settled in just a month.
It's essential to rest well before the battle.
Over the next week, getting five hours of sleep a night would already be considered luxurious.
At three in the morning, Song Heping was awakened from his dreams, opening his eyes to see Samir standing by his camp bed.
"Boss, it's ti."
"Hmm..."
Song Heping stretched lazily and sprang up from his bed.
"Is it three o'clock?"
This was the ti he had asked Samir to wake him.
"Yes, it's almost three."
As Samir finished speaking, the alarm function on Song Heping's watch began to activate.
Beep beep beep—
The alarm rang continuously.
Song Heping turned off the alarm, got up and walked into the bathroom, quickly brushed his teeth, then splashed cold water over his head, wiping his face briskly with a towel.
A buzz cut is effective; when washing your face, you can wash your head as well.
"Let's go."
Returning to his room, Song Heping swiftly put on his camo jacket, checked his handgun, slid it into the quick-draw holster, and strode out of the bedroom towards the command center.
Sulaimaniyah, the frontline operations command center.
All screens were lit up, the main display showing a real-ti satellite overview of the Daguk area, where streets and building outlines were clearly visible in night vision mode.
Other screens showed live video windows of various commanders, UAV operators' first-person perspective, and encrypted communication channel status indicators.
The US Army's tech officers and sergeants were busy.
Not bad.
Song Heping muttered to himself.
The Aricans sent to assist in action coordination were quite diligent; they had been working like spinning tops in shifts, living nearly entirely in the command center for the past few days.
After all, they are professional soldiers, and they do have this level of competence.
Standing before the large screen, Song Heping slowly put on his tactical headset, adjusting the microphone's position.
Only the faint hum of equipnt and the suppressed breathing of people remained in the command center.
"All combat units, this is the 'Furnace' command center, I am 01, final confirmation of combat status."
His voice passed clearly through the encrypted channel, reaching every corner.
"Report 01, this is 'Musician' Battalion One, North Wing attack positions reached, vehicle engines ward up, personnel in place!"
"Report 01, this is 'Musician' Battalion Two, the frontal attack queue has unfolded, heavy machine guns and mortar positions are prepared!"
"'Liberation Forces' squads, infiltration teams have reached appointed positions, ready to launch attacks anyti!"
"Abu You Brigade's vanguard reconnaissance team reports no movent at the contact line!"
"Illiguo's 9th Division, General Sai Fu confirms, our artillery has reached preset positions, completed final parater adjustnts! Armored group deploynt is in place, ready to launch attacks at any ti."
"This is the Siria Russian Army Command, Brigadier General Niezov confirms, counterattack forces have entered a forty-eight-hour countdown!"
"This is the 'Holy City Brigade,' Avanti confirms, troops have reached strike positions, awaiting signal!"
"US Army Air Control Center reports, the first batch of 'Strike Eagles,' 'Warthogs' are in standby airspace, ready to provide close air support! Major Jas's forward observation team is deployed, all observation points are set, laser designators checked!"
A string of crisp confirmations sounded like the final check of a firearm before pulling the trigger.
Each green light in every section symbolizes the precise alignnt of a cog in the war machine.
Song Heping raised his wrist, the second hand of the luminescent dial paced steadily toward the mont destined to be recorded in history.
User Comments
0 comments from readers