...The vehicles loaded with oil appeared in rows on the horizon.It's like a living crude oil pipeline, all the way to Türkiye from IS and rebel-controlled areas.They traveled to Türkiye day and night.The tanker truck unloads the goods there and then drives back empty.We are discussing a commercial crude oil supply line controlled by Syrian terrorists.This oil is transported from here, not from other places.We saw clearly in the air where these vehicles went.
The Russian president's speech at the International Security Summit was shown on the old TV.He said this passage a long time ago, and now it is just a re-introduction of the old things.
Sitting in the semi-collapsed apartment building, staring at the man on TV, the militants wrapped in headscarves holding rifles tightly in their hands, and their coal-like eyes were flashing with hatred, but more fear.
Since last month, they have been losing streak.
In fact, from the moment when the flag of the new country floated in the hands of the goddess of Liberty, many senior IS officials actually understood in their hearts that everything was over.
From that moment on, they lost all their aid. It would be a miracle to be able to survive by relying on fanaticism.
Black blood was imported from Türkiye to the crude oil market, replaced with bloody banknotes, and finally left to the hands of the military-industrial complex, replaced with cannons and bullets.
Whenever someone doubts the necessity of a counter-terrorism strategy, they conspire to attack the enemy in their allies and even their own countries, and members of Congress are forced to compromise with the new security budget of the Ministry of Defense, and then those people bite off the second piece of cake, with blood and deception in every bite.
Both the besieged and the defenders knew that it was time to end.
Eastern Syria, Maiyaden region.
This city, located on both sides of the Euphrates River, once fertile and fertile, gave birth to the once-prosperous Mesopotamian civilization. However, now only starving people, a pile of white bones, embellishing the last madness of those extremes.
The killers in black robe lurked in the gray-yellow building buried by wind and sand, vowing to resist to the end.
The Syrian government forces have launched two rounds of offensives, but each time they have suffered heavy casualties. The last time they hit the river bank, but they are still forced to withdraw from the city.
The mercenaries of the Star Ring Trade continued their siege strategy, surrounded the city, and cut off all channels for importing external materials into the city.
On the other hand, Russian fighter jets would throw at least twenty bombs into the city every day, and the black wolf smoke was connected together.
Every day, people die.
However, death did not scare them, but only made them even more crazy...
On the desert about twenty kilometers outside the city of Maiyading, there is a Star Ring Trade Action Base.
The Russian fighter planes carrying out air strike missions landed on the runway here, filled up the fuel and returned to the direction of 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 taken over the command of the force.
The war to end all wars is over.Looking down at the deadly city through the perspective of the drone, the deputy commander standing in front of the holographic screen narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "Why haven't they surrendered yet?"
The siege has been going on for a whole month, and the IS armed forces that are standing in the corner of Maiyading's resistance are on the verge of collapse.
Without the secret support of the US military-industrial complex, the black industrial chain that transfusions blood to IS was completely cut off, and this war actually ended a month ago.
Because they had died long ago, death is a relief for most of them.Standing next to the commander who said nothing, the staff officer replied.
At this moment, the curtain of the military camp was lifted up and an officer walked in from outside.
Report!Received an order from the Crescent Island General Command.After a clean and neat military salute, the officer said, "The Supreme Operations Command issued instructions, leaving no one behind."
Is this what your chairman means?In the command room, a man with a Middle Eastern face asked.
He is a guide sent by the Syrian government forces, responsible for contacting the mercenaries of the Star Ring trade and also responsible for solving some problems that cannot be solved by weapons.
He has no right to interrupt the decisions of Star Ring Trade.
Although the sentence "Not leaving any" made his heart tremble, he could not stop it.
Not to mention him, what can Mr. Barsar do even if he stood in front of this officer?
After the fall of the United States, the Star Ring Trade has become the new hegemony of the planet... If they want, they can establish new hegemony at any time.
It's just Syria.
Whether it is the government army or the rebels, they are just ants in front of the orbital airborne brigade.
Probably yes.Without talking nonsense with the Syrian guide, the commander nodded and looked at the staff officer, which weapon to use the fastest.
White phosphorus bomb.The adviser replied that we have never used it since the beginning of the war and have sufficient reserves.
It's hard to deal with, there are still civilians hostage in that city.Looking at the yellow sand outside the window, the deputy commander sighed.
How many can it be?
No matter how many, it is always a trouble.
The command room fell into silence.
After a long time, the Syrian guide swallowed and spoke tremblingly in a nearly begging voice.
Maybe there is another way, let our people try again, and we will launch another round of offensive tomorrow...
No matter what, it is their city.
No matter how many innocent compatriots are left in it, how many imprisoned slaves and hostages are left are not killed, as long as you try to save them
There will always be sacrifices in war.The commander raised his hand, interrupted the guide, and spoke in an indescribable tone that all lives are equal, whether it is an innocent civilian or a heroic warrior.Let those who should go to hell go to hell, let those who are already in hell be liberated, and let those who are still "alive".You still need to keep them and rebuild your home.
But why use white phosphorus bombs?!
The Syrian guide still wanted to argue, but these people obviously didn't want to say anything more.
The commander waved his hand, and the two soldiers came forward to him and politely invited him out of the command center.
Looking at the angry face that disappeared from the curtain, the commander sighed softly in his heart.
The so-called statements are actually excuses.
Only he understands the meaning behind the chairman's words "Not leaving any"
After all, he is a senior executive of Star Ring Trade, and he still has heard of the lady's origin.
Why have the support weapons sent to the front line been white phosphorus bombs since the end of last month?
The meaning of the senior management is actually very clear.
And he always understood.
The Russian president's speech at the International Security Summit was shown on the old TV.He said this passage a long time ago, and now it is just a re-introduction of the old things.
Sitting in the semi-collapsed apartment building, staring at the man on TV, the militants wrapped in headscarves holding rifles tightly in their hands, and their coal-like eyes were flashing with hatred, but more fear.
Since last month, they have been losing streak.
In fact, from the moment when the flag of the new country floated in the hands of the goddess of Liberty, many senior IS officials actually understood in their hearts that everything was over.
From that moment on, they lost all their aid. It would be a miracle to be able to survive by relying on fanaticism.
Black blood was imported from Türkiye to the crude oil market, replaced with bloody banknotes, and finally left to the hands of the military-industrial complex, replaced with cannons and bullets.
Whenever someone doubts the necessity of a counter-terrorism strategy, they conspire to attack the enemy in their allies and even their own countries, and members of Congress are forced to compromise with the new security budget of the Ministry of Defense, and then those people bite off the second piece of cake, with blood and deception in every bite.
Both the besieged and the defenders knew that it was time to end.
Eastern Syria, Maiyaden region.
This city, located on both sides of the Euphrates River, once fertile and fertile, gave birth to the once-prosperous Mesopotamian civilization. However, now only starving people, a pile of white bones, embellishing the last madness of those extremes.
The killers in black robe lurked in the gray-yellow building buried by wind and sand, vowing to resist to the end.
The Syrian government forces have launched two rounds of offensives, but each time they have suffered heavy casualties. The last time they hit the river bank, but they are still forced to withdraw from the city.
The mercenaries of the Star Ring Trade continued their siege strategy, surrounded the city, and cut off all channels for importing external materials into the city.
On the other hand, Russian fighter jets would throw at least twenty bombs into the city every day, and the black wolf smoke was connected together.
Every day, people die.
However, death did not scare them, but only made them even more crazy...
On the desert about twenty kilometers outside the city of Maiyading, there is a Star Ring Trade Action Base.
The Russian fighter planes carrying out air strike missions landed on the runway here, filled up the fuel and returned to the direction of 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 taken over the command of the force.
The war to end all wars is over.Looking down at the deadly city through the perspective of the drone, the deputy commander standing in front of the holographic screen narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "Why haven't they surrendered yet?"
The siege has been going on for a whole month, and the IS armed forces that are standing in the corner of Maiyading's resistance are on the verge of collapse.
Without the secret support of the US military-industrial complex, the black industrial chain that transfusions blood to IS was completely cut off, and this war actually ended a month ago.
Because they had died long ago, death is a relief for most of them.Standing next to the commander who said nothing, the staff officer replied.
At this moment, the curtain of the military camp was lifted up and an officer walked in from outside.
Report!Received an order from the Crescent Island General Command.After a clean and neat military salute, the officer said, "The Supreme Operations Command issued instructions, leaving no one behind."
Is this what your chairman means?In the command room, a man with a Middle Eastern face asked.
He is a guide sent by the Syrian government forces, responsible for contacting the mercenaries of the Star Ring trade and also responsible for solving some problems that cannot be solved by weapons.
He has no right to interrupt the decisions of Star Ring Trade.
Although the sentence "Not leaving any" made his heart tremble, he could not stop it.
Not to mention him, what can Mr. Barsar do even if he stood in front of this officer?
After the fall of the United States, the Star Ring Trade has become the new hegemony of the planet... If they want, they can establish new hegemony at any time.
It's just Syria.
Whether it is the government army or the rebels, they are just ants in front of the orbital airborne brigade.
Probably yes.Without talking nonsense with the Syrian guide, the commander nodded and looked at the staff officer, which weapon to use the fastest.
White phosphorus bomb.The adviser replied that we have never used it since the beginning of the war and have sufficient reserves.
It's hard to deal with, there are still civilians hostage in that city.Looking at the yellow sand outside the window, the deputy commander sighed.
How many can it be?
No matter how many, it is always a trouble.
The command room fell into silence.
After a long time, the Syrian guide swallowed and spoke tremblingly in a nearly begging voice.
Maybe there is another way, let our people try again, and we will launch another round of offensive tomorrow...
No matter what, it is their city.
No matter how many innocent compatriots are left in it, how many imprisoned slaves and hostages are left are not killed, as long as you try to save them
There will always be sacrifices in war.The commander raised his hand, interrupted the guide, and spoke in an indescribable tone that all lives are equal, whether it is an innocent civilian or a heroic warrior.Let those who should go to hell go to hell, let those who are already in hell be liberated, and let those who are still "alive".You still need to keep them and rebuild your home.
But why use white phosphorus bombs?!
The Syrian guide still wanted to argue, but these people obviously didn't want to say anything more.
The commander waved his hand, and the two soldiers came forward to him and politely invited him out of the command center.
Looking at the angry face that disappeared from the curtain, the commander sighed softly in his heart.
The so-called statements are actually excuses.
Only he understands the meaning behind the chairman's words "Not leaving any"
After all, he is a senior executive of Star Ring Trade, and he still has heard of the lady's origin.
Why have the support weapons sent to the front line been white phosphorus bombs since the end of last month?
The meaning of the senior management is actually very clear.
And he always understood.
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