Western Europe.

In an extremely private* military base.

There were no markings or national insignia in the military base, as if the military bloc was invisible.

However, judging from this extremely large-scale, heavily guarded and iron-blooded military base, this cannot be an unknown military base, but an extremely private* unknown military place.

In the base, there is a high command building on the top floor, and there is only one office department on the top floor, and the sign that reads 'General Headquarters' is hung

The decoration of the General Headquarters tends to be tough and practical, thus showing the style of a tough and cold-blooded soldier.

In the office of the General Headquarters, an old man of about sixty years old sat alone in a chair covered with tiger skins, his hair was small, and his short gray-brown hair stood up like a sharp sword. His facial features were extremely stiff, and there was a scar on the right side of his face from the battle, but he did not erase it, but deliberately left it.

This made his face reveal a fierce and fierce iron-blooded hideous meaning.

Although he was already old, the sharp blade-like light that flashed out of his eyes when he opened and closed made people dare not go to normal.

There is no doubt that this is an iron-blooded veteran, an iron-blooded soldier in a high position and a tough style.

He was holding a secret document in his hand, and on the cover of the document, there was a mark written in English, "Western Allies".

There is no doubt that this is the military headquarters base of the Western Allied Forces, an extremely private existence, and you may know this military headquarters base, that is, the military bosses of those allied countries.

This old man with a scar on his face and a tough look was none other than Admiral Wilson, who commanded the entire Western Allied forces.

Wilson looked at the secret document in his hand, his face gradually gloomy, his eyes were cold like a blade, and an invisible coercion was permeating, like a fierce beast rising into rage, full of extreme anger and murderous intent.

Syllable.

Eventually, Wilson slammed the document on the table and said coldly, "A bunch of rubbish." The combat power of several times that of the enemy was dispatched failed to complete the task. Although Cole is still young, his combat strategy is quite good, but he is delicate, cautious and calm, how can he not even annihilate a special combat team of about 20 people. When did such a powerful special combat team appear in Huaguo. ”

As he spoke, Wilson raised his eyes and looked at one of the officers standing in front of him.

The officer stood straight, but his head was bowed, as if he did not dare to meet Wilson's cold, razor-sharp gaze.

"Claude, the information you got is correct. The other party's special combat team really only has about twenty people. Wilson asked coldly.

"General, this is indeed the information I have received. Also, the same goes for the message that that person gave us. The officer named Claude replied in a cautious tone.

Wilson's eyes were even colder, and he said, "In this way, this special combat team is really amazing. It's time to catch up with the Seawolf Legion taught by the King of Land Battles himself. It is strange when did such a special combat team emerge in Huaguo. ”

"General, Colonel Cole has been wiped out, what should we do next. Claude asked.

Wilson's eyes sank, he took out a map of the whole of Africa and looked at it, and asked, "Claude, in your opinion, what route do you think this group of centaurs will choose to escape?" ”

"Col: They are fighting this enemy in southwestern Morocco, in the foothills of the mountains west of the Alatus Mountains. After the other party is victorious, they should flee into the Sahara Desert as soon as possible. Claude began, and he continued, "Therefore, according to the judgment of his subordinates, the only way for them to retreat is to cross the whole of the Sahara Desert." ”

"Across the Sahara Desert. ”

Wilson frowned, he looked at the unfolded map, and said, "There are only two roads, one to the south to South Africa, and the other to the east, to the Arabian Peninsula." ”

"Yes, General. There are really only two paths. But we don't know which path they're going to take. Claude said.

Wilson sneered, and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as the entrances to the several important passages from South Africa to the Arabian Peninsula are blocked." They can't fly. ”

"Wouldn't that require a lot of manpower? Claude said.

"No, of course it doesn't take a lot of people. How dare the countries south of the Sahara Desert defy our request for representation. As long as we ask them to make appropriate arrangements to strengthen their precautions at the entrance and exit of the border, they can report to us as soon as they see someone who can do so. As for the Arabian Peninsula, where we have our No. 8 military base, if they choose the route to the east, it will be a direct gunshot. Besides, it's not just us who want this special operations force to die, but there are also people in their own country who want them to die, otherwise we will receive information about their whereabouts. Wilson said coldly.

"General, then I'll go and make arrangements. Claude said.

"Go ahead. Mobilizing all the troops stationed along the blockade line and deploying layers of heavy troops, I want to see if this special combat team has three heads and six arms. Wilson said, the bloodthirsty killing intent flashing in his eyes was extremely fierce.

Claude answered, turned and walked out of the headquarters office.

Wilson stared at the map on his desktop for a long time, and he always felt a sense of unease in his heart, and this feeling was very uncomfortable for him. He had led troops to fight for many years, and in the military circles of the NATO alliance, he was a well-known hawkish tough general, cold-blooded and murderous, so he was transferred to the entire Western Allied Army.

Therefore, Wilson had a strong fighting instinct, and he always felt that the enemy showed such great combat ability that they would definitely think of encountering the Western Allied blockade when it came to the problem of crossing the Sahara Desert.

Knowing this, do they still want to continue to choose such a route to break through?

However, for now, in addition to these two routes, is there a third route?

Wilson's eyes twinkled as he pondered, but he couldn't think of any other route for the enemy he was going to deal with. Then, he remembered the person behind his back who secretly provided them with information and intelligence, and his originally restless heart calmed down.

"Well, no matter what, you will all die in the end. What will you look like when you finally learn that you died indirectly at the hands of your own people? ”

Wilson sneered.

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