MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1501 End all wars of war

"...the oil-laden vehicles are lined up on the horizon. It's like a living crude oil pipeline that has been entering Turkey from the is and rebel-held areas. They are driving around to the day and night. Unloading, then emptying back. We are talking about a commercial crude oil supply line owned by Syrian terrorists. These oils are shipped from here, not from other places. We see very well in the air, these vehicles go Where is it?"

On the old TV, the speech delivered by the Russian President at the International Security Summit was shown. This passage was said a long time ago, but now it is just a matter of old things.

Sitting in the semi-collapsed apartment building, staring at the man on the TV, the armed men in the headscarf clasped the rifle in his hands, and a pair of coal-like eyes shone with hatred, but more was fear.

Since last month, they have lost ground.

In fact, when the flag of the new country floated in the hands of the goddess of freedom, many of the high-level minds of Is is already very clear, and everything is over. From that moment on, they lost all their aid. It would be better to say that it can be supported by fanaticism. It is already a miracle.

Black blood was imported from Turkey into the crude oil market, replaced by **** banknotes, and finally left in the hands of the military complex, replaced by cannons and bullets. Whenever someone suspects the need for anti-terrorism strategies, they collude to "enemies" to launch attacks on allies and even their own countries. Members of Congress are forced to compromise the new security budget of the Ministry of Defense, and then those who bite the second cake And every mouth has blood, and every mouth is deceived.

Whether it is the people in the besieged city or the people in the city, it is clear that it is time to end.

Eastern Syria, the area of ​​Maiadin.

This city on both sides of the Euphrates River has been fertile for a long time, and it has given birth to the Mesopotamian civilization. However, today there are only a few miles of hungry, a pile of skeletons, and the final madness of those extremes.

The black robe's killers lurked in the gray-yellow buildings buried in the sand, vowed to resist the end. The Syrian government forces have launched two rounds of offensives, but each time they suffered heavy casualties. The last time they hit the river bank, but they were eventually forced to withdraw from the city.

The mercenary of the Star Trade continued the encirclement strategy, surrounded the city and cut off all the ways to import goods from the outside world. On the other hand, Russian warplanes throw at least twenty bombs into the city every day, and the dark wolf smoke is connected.

Every day people die.

But death did not make them fear, just make them more crazy...

On the desert about 20 kilometers outside the city of Miami, there is a Star Ring Trade Action Base. The Russian warplanes that carried out the airstrike mission landed on the runway here, and after filling up the oil, they returned to the direction of the Black Sea.

Located in the center of the operational base, it is the command center of this mercenary unit.

Since last month, officers from the Star Trade have been sent to the Syrian battlefield with new equipment, and they have taken over the command of this unit.

"The war that ended all wars is over," overlooking the dead city through the drone's perspective. The deputy commander standing in front of the holographic screen narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "Why are they? Still not surrendering?"

The siege has been going on for a whole month, and the armed forces that are stuck in the rebellion of Mai Yading are on the verge of collapse.

Losing the secret support of the US military complex, the black industry chain that transfused to is completely cut off, and the war actually ended a month ago.

"Because they have died long ago, death is a relief for most of them." Standing beside the commander who did not speak, the staff replied.

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

"Report! Received an order from the headquarters of the New Moon Island," a clean and tidy military ceremony, the officer said, "the highest combat command issued instructions, one does not stay."

“Is this what your chairman meant?” asked the man in the middle of the middle of the command room.

He is a guide sent by the Syrian government forces, responsible for liaising with the mercenaries of the Star Trade, and for solving problems that cannot be solved by weapons. He has no power to interpret the decision of the Star Ring trade. Although the phrase "one does not stay" makes his heart tremble, he can't stop it.

Not to mention him, even if Mr. Basar is standing in front of the officer, what can he do? After the fall of the United States, the star trade has become the new hegemon of this planet... As long as they think, they can establish new hegemonism at any time.

The district is only a Syrian.

Whether it is a government army or a rebel army, it is just an ant in front of the orbital airborne brigade.

"Probably yes." Without more nonsense with the Syrian guide, the commander nodded and looked at the staff. "What weapons are the fastest?"

"White. Phosphorus bombs," the staff replied. "We have never used them since the beginning of the war, and the reserves are quite sufficient."

"It’s difficult, there are civilians in the city who are being held hostage." The deputy commander sighed as he looked at the yellow sand outside the window.

“How much can you have?”

"No matter how much, it is always a problem."

The command room was silent.

After a long time, the Syrian guide swallowed and shivered in a voice that was almost pleading.

"Maybe there are other ways to let our people try again, and tomorrow we will launch another round of offensive..."

Anyway, it is always their city.

No matter how many innocent compatriots remain, how many x slaves and hostages are left to be killed, as long as they try to save

"There will always be sacrifices in the war," the commander raised his hand and interrupted the guide. He said in an unspeakable tone, "Whether it is an innocent civilian or a heroic warrior, all lives are equal." Let the people who should go to **** go to hell, let the people already in **** get liberated, let go of those who are still 'live'. You still need to keep them and rebuild your home."

Why use white phosphorus bombs? !

The Syrian guide still wants to argue, but these people obviously do not want to say anything more.

The commander waved his hand and the two soldiers would come forward and politely invited him out of the command.

Looking at the indignant face that disappeared at the curtain, the commander sighed softly in his heart.

The so-called rhetoric is actually an excuse.

Only he understood that the chairman said the phrase "one does not stay".

He is also a high-ranking star trade, and he still knows about the lady’s origin.

Why did the support weapons sent to the front line be white and phosphorus bombs from the end of last month?

The meaning of the top is actually very clear.

And he always understands.