Chapter 1501 (1/2)

“…… Vehicles full of oil appeared in line on the horizon. It's like a living pipeline of crude oil from is and rebel controlled areas all the way to Turkey. They went to Turkey Day and night. The tanker unloaded there and drove back empty. We're talking about a commercial crude oil supply line held by Syrian terrorists. It is here that the oil is transported, not from anywhere else. We can see clearly in the air where these vehicles are going

The old TV shows the Russian President's speech at the international security summit. He said this a long time ago, but now it's just a repetition of the past.

Sitting in the half collapsed apartment building, staring at the man in the TV, the hooded armed men clutching their rifles, their coal like eyes twinkling with hatred, but more fear.

Since last month, they have been losing.

As a matter of fact, when the flag of the Republic of China was flying in the hands of the goddess of liberty, many high-level is leaders already understood that everything was over. From that moment on, they have lost all their aid. It's a miracle that they have been able to rely on fanaticism until now.

The black blood was imported from Turkey into the crude oil market, changed into bloody banknotes, and finally left in the hands of the military industrial complex, replaced by guns and bullets. Whenever anyone doubts the necessity of anti terrorist tactics, they conspire with ”enemies” to launch attacks on allies or even their own countries. Members of Congress are forced to compromise with the new security budget of the Department of defense. Then those people bite off the second piece of cake, with blood in every bite and cheating in every bite.

Both the besieged and the garrison knew that it was time to end.

Eastern Syria, mayaden region.

This city on both sides of the Euphrates River was once fertile and gave birth to Mesopotamian civilization, but now there are only thousands of miles of hungry people, a pile of white bones, embellishing the last madness of the extremists.

Black robed killers lurk in the gray and yellow buildings buried in the wind and sand, vowing to fight to the end. Syrian government forces have launched two rounds of attacks, each time with heavy casualties. The last time it hit the river bank, it was still forced to withdraw from the city.

The mercenaries of star ring trade continued to encircle the city and cut off all the channels from outside materials into the city. On the other side, Russian warplanes throw at least 20 aerial bombs into the city every day, forming a cloud of black smoke.

People die every day.

But death doesn't make them afraid, it just makes them crazy

About 20 kilometers outside the city of mayaden, on the desert, lies the star ring trade operation base. Russian warplanes carrying out air strikes landed on the runway here, filled up and headed back towards the Black Sea.

Located in the center of the operation base, it is the command center of this mercenary force.

Since last month, officers from star ring trade have been sent to the Syrian battlefield with new equipment and have taken over command of the force.

”The war to end all wars is over,” said the deputy commander standing in front of the holographic screen, squinting slightly from the perspective of a drone over the dead city. ”Why don't they surrender?”

The besieged city has lasted for a whole month, and the is armed forces, which are fighting in mayaden, are on the verge of collapse.

Without the secret support of the US military industrial complex, the black industrial chain of blood transfusion to is was completely cut off. The war should have ended a month ago.

”Because they died long ago, death is a relief for most of them.” Standing next to the silent commander, the staff officer replied.

Just then, the curtain of the barracks was lifted and an officer came in from outside.

”Report! Received the order from Xinyue Island general command, ”the officer said after a neat salute,” the supreme combat command will give instructions, none of them will be left. ”

”Is that what your chairman means?” Inside the command room, a man with a Middle Eastern face asked.

He is the guide sent by the Syrian government army, responsible for contacting mercenaries in the star ring trade, and solving some problems that cannot be solved by weapons. He has no right to interfere in the decision-making of star ring trade. Although the sentence ”one does not stay” made his heart tremble, he could not stop it.