Their movent pattern is highly professional, perfectly camouflaging their tracks using the terrain.
"Identify the signal characteristics... Confird, it's a special operations team."
Jiang Feng's voice carried a hint of gravity.
"Aren't they deployed in the border area, guiding aerial forces to strike the 1515 elents crossing the border? How co they've ended up here? Old squad leader, sothing is off."
In the command center, a pin drop could be heard, with only the hum of equipnt and people's slightly heavy breathing remaining.
All the staff and operators paused their work, their eyes focused on Song Heping's back.
The pressure from the observation group, Kote's suggestive "B-52", the elite US Army special operations squad ant to be active at the border quietly approaching...
These three signals were too unusual.
Song Heping slowly turned around, walked back to the sand table, eyes landing on the small dot representing Hulmatu, then gradually moved upward, as if he could penetrate the ceiling and see the death net about to descend.
"Aricans..."
He muttered, his voice cold as ice.
"They're preparing to overturn the table."
He lifted his head, looked at all the faces watching him in the command center, took a deep breath, and said:
"It seems our 'allies' think there's too much at in this pot and don't want to share with us, planning to smash the whole pot and stove together."
He paused, speaking with deliberate precision:
"They don't want to leave us any broth, then we need to make them understand, this feast, without , Song Heping, as the chef, they won't only be unable to eat, but also pay with the entire restaurant!"
"Jiang Feng, you lead the team yourself, take a battalion from our rcenary Group, go now and create a pocket for them. I want to see if they dare to truly approach Hulmatu. Wait for my order, when I say act, you act. Let's play with these arrogant cowboys!"
Almost simultaneously, on the other side of the world, in the United States, inside the Pentagon's top-secret briefing room.
A huge electronic screen displayed a map of the Northwest Illiguo War Zone similar to the one in Song Heping's command center.
Around the long table, sat dozens of high-ranking officials in military uniforms or suits, their shoulder stars and service ribbons revealing their identity.
Colonel Kote appeared on one of the screens, his tone passionate and vehent.
"Ladies and gentlen, the situation is already very clear."
Kote's voice echoed in the well-insulated room.
"The 'Furnace Plan', executed so far, has successfully lured the main force of the 1515 Ard into our pre-set encirclent. However, a critical link — Song Heping and his 'Musician' Defense Company — has shown severe and unacceptable uncontrolled behavior!"
The red dot of a laser pointer froze at Titrick's location.
"According to the plan, Song Heping's unit should capture Hulmatu, then pursue victory, striving to seize Titrick within seventy-two hours, completely closing off the western retreat route of the 1515! But what did he do?"
Kote's voice rose several degrees, "The observation group we sent clearly ordered him to head south imdiately, but he forcibly refused, citing troop fatigue and insufficient ammunition!"
He switched slides, and the screen showed footage from drones.
The "Musician" Defense rcenaries and the 'Liberation Forces' militia group constructing fortifications, distributing seized supplies around Hulmatu, seemingly intending to hold long term.
"What is he doing? I think he is consolidating his control in the Hulmatu region! He is using the intelligence, equipnt, and aerial support we provided to claim territory for himself! Gentlen, this is not our contractor, this is an erging, uncontrolled warlord!"
Kote grew more and more excited.
"Major Miles' analysis is completely correct, Song Heping is employing old tricks, delaying ti, giving Ozham's main force of 1515 ti to retreat into other areas of Northwest Illiguo, instead of according to plan driving them into the southern desert for complete annihilation! His actions are tantamount to battlefield betrayal!"
A lieutenant general on site frowned and said, "Colonel, your accusations are very serious. Song Heping and his 'Musicians' Defense have demonstrated extrely high operational efficiency in the past ten days, making significant contributions to clearing 1515 for us. Is there concrete evidence showing he indeed has ulterior motives? Perhaps the battle in Hulmatu indeed caused him significant losses?"
"Losses?"
Kote scoffed, "Mr. Jas, we evaluated their battle reports and logistical lists. They have enough gains to sustain a high-intensity offensive! Look at this—"
He switched the screen to an intelligence summary, "Fragntary communications we intercepted show Song Heping's representatives secretly contacting tribal elders around Titrick, promising post-war benefits! He is even secretly engaging in frequent contact with so 'non-friendly' forces, such as Persia, Russia, etc.! What does he want? To build an independent kingdom for himself?"
His gaze swept through the room, continuing to throw out heavy news:
"The strategic window is closing! The main force of 1515 is retreating, but not yet fully disorganized. Song Heping's command is currently relatively stationary, and his main forces are also gathered around Hulmatu. This is the best timing!"
The laser pointer's red dot heavily pointed at Hulmatu.
"I suggest, imdiately initiating the 'surgical strike' plan. Deploy the B-52 fleet stationed in Qatar, launch Joint Direct Attack Munition (JDAM), or use stealth fighters for a high-intensity, short-duration precise strike on Song Heping's command center, major troop gathering points, logistical hubs! Strive to remove its core command layer in one go, crushing its operational capability!"
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