Inside the command vehicle, an oppressive silence fell once again.
Everyone could clearly sense the anger and murderous intent emanating from Song Heping.
His gaze slowly swept across the others in the vehicle, finally settling on Jiang Feng's face.
"Jiang Feng."
He asked aningfully.
"What do you think of this matter?"
Jiang Feng snorted and said, "Colonel Kote's excuse of 'signal delay' and 'interpretation deviation' is absolutely pathetic. Not to ntion that the data link delay of strategic reconnaissance platforms like 'Global Hawk' is usually controlled within seconds, even if there was a delay, it could never reach half an hour. This completely loses the aning of 'real-ti intelligence.' This isn't a technical delay or error; it's more like..."
He paused and thought for a mont, "This is deliberate intelligence deception and concealnt! I think these bastards saw that we captured Daguge too smoothly before, and at this rate, we could capture Titrick in a few days with minimal casualties. Then it would be harder for them to restrain us, so they play this indirect tactic, intentionally weakening our active forces. I'm now worried that even if we take Hulmatu, trusting their intelligence for the next Tikrit will result in more casualties!"
Song Heping nodded in agreent.
Jiang Feng's thoughts were the sa as his.
"You've reached the sa conclusion as . To put it plainly, these Aricans both need our sharp knife to fight on the front lines for them, and yet constantly guard against us, afraid that one day this knife will beco too quick and sharp and cut their own hand instead."
Saying this, he couldn't help but sneer.
"Damn it, these old trickers are trying to play tricks on ! Alright... want to play tactics with ? I'm ga... Jiang Feng, imdiately contact all operational units, inform them of the reconnaissance team's attack, and then tell everyone that the situation in Hulmatu is complicated, intelligence is unclear, have all main forces stop advancing and return to Dagula to rest."
"Return?"
Jiang Feng was startled.
"Isn't this giving Titrick and Hulmatu's 1515 Ard ti to prepare?"
"Do as I say, there's no mistake."
Song Heping said gravely, "I guarantee within 48 hours, these bastards will line up to beg us."
...
Baghdad, Green Zone, US Joint Command Headquarters.
After ending the video call with Song Heping, Colonel Kote's professional fake smile instantly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a face full of slyness.
He waved over his most trusted intelligence chief and operational advisor.
"Did you see? Song Heping's reaction is much quicker and sharper than we anticipated."
Kote's voice was low, his eyes full of cunning.
"Although his words were restrained, it's clear he already suspects us, this guy is not easy to fool..."
The aggressive intelligence chief imdiately chid in, "Colonel, given this, should we adjust our strategy? Perhaps the subsequent intelligence provided to Song Heping needs to be more... 'honest' to avoid fully aggravating the conflict? After all, their offensive in Hulmatu direction is crucial to relieve the pressure on Ozham's main attack direction."
"No!"
Kote decisively rejected.
He stood up and walked to the large electronic situation map, pointing to Hulmatu's location.
"On the contrary! Precisely because his reaction is so keen and tough, we mustn't let him fully grasp the initiative and ability to discern intelligence. The subsequent intelligence provided to them must undergo more refined 'optimization' processing."
"Eliminate overly obvious false information, let them taste so 'sweetness', to maintain basic cooperative trust; but all the key information related to the core victory points of the campaign..."
At this point, Kote stopped speaking and stared at the screen, lost in thought.
A mont later, he turned around and said:
"Continue to selectively delay for at least fifteen minutes to half an hour, or apply 'fuzzification' processing! We need them to continue consuming on this hard bone of Hulmatu, to bleed enough, so that after the war they won't have enough strength to threaten the authority of the Kurd Ard in the Northwest Region, nor pose a substantive threat to us. Rember, what we want is an obedient, useful hound, not a tiger capable of biting back at its master!"
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The Russian Army's frontline command in Syria.
Brigadier General Niezov's thick fingers were gripping a detailed ssage just transmitted through encrypted channels, his face with dense beard slowly unveiling a smile full of amusent and irony.
"Look, my dear Abramov."
He handed the ssage to the chief of staff beside him, with undisguised schadenfreude in his tone, "I said it before, the Aricans' hypocritical tricks are destined not to last long! They both want to use Song Heping to pull chestnuts out of the fire for them and constantly guard against him, fearing that one day he will bite back. Now it played out, didn't it? The incident in Tuz Valley is tantamount to piercing that layer of paper!"
As Abramov quickly browsed the ssage, a knowing smile also appeared on his face: "General, your foresight is always so accurate. So, what should we do now? Should we imdiately extend an olive branch to Song Heping and provide so intelligence about Hulmatu that our satellite has gathered?"
"No, no, no, the timing isn't right yet."
Niezov waved his furry large hand, strategically walked to the large map of the Syria-Iligo War Zone hanging up.
"Adding flowers to brocade is far less valuable than giving aid in a snowstorm. Right now, Song Heping is suspicious and filled with anger toward the Aricans, but his own strength has not been damaged and is far from being cornered. If we go to him now, he might be grateful, but he definitely won't rember it at heart."
He picked up the command stick, pointed to the positions of Deir Ezzor and Raqqa: "What we need to do now is two things. First, imdiately relay this ssage through our 'Old Friend' in Baghdad, who likes vodka and US dollars, 'inadvertently' and in detail to the US liaison officer, highlighting our 'great attention' to this matter and 'sympathy for the unfair treatnt our allies encountered'."
"At the sa ti, congratulate our heroic guys fighting bravely on the front lines in Deir Ezzor and Raqqa, exaggerate their recent achievents by at least thirty percent, and then widely promote through all propaganda channels, including international social dia! Let the whole world know that it's not only the Arican-supported troops fighting terrorism, but Russia's army is the real backbone! And 'inadvertently' reveal that it is because of our brave offensive on the Eastern line that firmly restrained at least two brigades of the 1515 main force, which allows 'certain ally directions' to avoid greater losses!"
"Second."
Niezov's command stick moved to Hulmatu.
"Have our intelligence departnt people get moving. Sort out the high-resolution images captured by our 'Resource' series reconnaissance satellites in recent overpasses, showing suspicious troop movents around Hulmatu, and several suspected underground fort entrance locations, attached with our preliminary analysis report. Prepare this 'gift', but keep it on hand. When Song Heping is forced into desperation by the Aricans' perfunctory treatnt and the 1515's counterattack, I'll sign it personally and send it over to him through secret channels. We want him to clearly recognize who in this chaotic world is more pragmatic, reliable, and truly respects his value as a cooperative partner!"
While Aricans and Russians are calculating their own small plans, Persians are not idle either.
In the secret command center of the Holy City Brigade, Avanti picked up the cup of steaming Persian tea on the table, gently blew on it, then took a sip.
His assistant in front of him was briefing the details about the Tuz Valley incident, and a deep smile of "just as expected", taking all under control, slowly appeared on his wrinkled face.
"As expected, just as I foresaw."
Avanti slowly put down the exquisite porcelain cup.
"The Aricans still play their most adept and dirtiest old tricks — extre utilization, controllable weakening, ultimately achieving complete control. They never understand what true respect and cooperation an, in their eyes, everyone, including their so-called allies, is just a chip and tool to be maneuvered and traded."
He crossed his hands and said after slight contemplation:
"Song Heping is a smart man, he must be able to sll the taste of betrayal and calculation from the blood in Tuz Valley and Colonel Kote's pale explanation."
The assistant leaned forward slightly, respectfully asking: "Emir (honorific in the Arab World), your wisdom shines upon our path. So, should we now imdiately contact Song Heping, presenting the detailed intelligence we have, especially those few secret underground tunnel positions we helped the Illigo Militia Organization build years ago, which even the Aricans might not know, as a 'gift' to him to enhance trust between us?"
Avanti shook his head lightly, his gaze flashing with seasoned wisdom: "No, my child. The timing is just a bit short of the right heat. Let the bullet with the Aricans' hypocritical mark fly a bit longer. Let Song Heping experience more deeply the pain of being stabbed in the back by 'allies', let his last trace of illusion and trust in Arica completely collapse into nothing."
"Only when he feels most isolated and helpless spiritually, when he's most confused and angry about the future, will our extended olive branch, will the help we provide, be like the only sweet spring in the desert, treasured and appreciated by him. Such a foundation of trust is solid and can withstand the test of future storms."
He stood up, walked slowly to a giant map of the Northwest Illinois War Zone, his slender finger accurately pointed at the location of Hulmatu.
"However, preparations must begin now. Order our intelligence analysis team imdiately to mobilize all resources, to sort out all details we know about the defense system of Hulmatu, including precise coordinates of each fire point, shooting range, potential region for reserve troops' gathering, especially those three secret tunnels utilizing natural caves and early civil defense works, capable of leading directly outside the city, and compile them into a detailed, picture-rich 'gift'. Rember, the data must be precise, to let Song Heping instantly know this is genuinely valuable material."
He paused, a flash of cunning calculation in his eyes: "In addition, notify our 'Wild Wolf' special action team active near Ozham, to intensify harassnt and raiding on US logistics convoys starting tonight. However, the actions must be sufficiently cautious and stealthy, must disguise as being conducted by 1515 militants or local tribal forces, leaving no traces related to us."
"We need to help our Arican friends 'consolidate' their logistic lines a bit, let them feel more tangible pressure from the Ozham direction, and in turn highlight our future assistance provided to Song Heping as 'selfless' and 'precious'. I believe Song is a smart person, he can definitely distinguish who are friends, and who are hypocritical traitors."
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