"Defensive posture?

What a defensive posture, that's another matter entirely! ”

Abdul Rahman sat down on the sofa with his ass on his shoulder, he was still thinking about the huge fighter plane controlled by the mysterious man, if there was anything that could take him out of Deir ez-Zor and escape from the iron barrels of Damascus, Rahman couldn't help but think, and probably could only pin his hopes on this hateful Harif .

With such a tangled feeling, the leader of the Liberal Party wanted to continue to ask, but the Harif on the other end of the line seemed to be busy, so he just made a perfunctory two-word abandonment and simply hung up the phone.

"Hey, hey, hey? Khalif—"

"Toot, toot......"

"Damn, so arrogant that you dare to hang up on me!"

Abdul Rahman, who was worried about his fate and now didn't even get a single letter of certainty, cursed twice and threw his mobile phone out of the terrace with a bruised forehead, he really didn't have the heart to sit here and wait for death, but at the moment he had no other tricks than to hope for Kharif.

In the vast Syrian occupation zone, with hundreds of thousands of Liberal fighters entrenched in the middle, plus countless intelligence agents and hired insiders, it is now impossible to come up with even a minimum VIP escape plan; As the leader of the Liberal Party, Rahman of course believes that his escape is a last resort, and only by escaping the crisis can he recruit troops and make a comeback, but in Syria, which is located in the heart of the Middle East. There are enemies on all sides. For a few days, the "leader", who had tasted the taste of a trapped beast in a cage, was in a mess in the villa. He rushed out the door and asked the guards to get the car ready.

Since it was not clear on the phone, for the sake of now, I had to go to the Harif for a face-to-face interview!

With a shallow roar of the engine, the "Lincoln" SUV, escorted by two armored cars, drove out of the gate of the manor and onto a special road, and Abdul Rahman, who was sitting in the back, barely dispelled his negative feelings, and made up his mind to talk about it after meeting Harif and not to lose control of his feelings for a while. Angered this mysterious figure who could only be counted on at the moment.

In addition to the precarious irritability, Rahman now does have a visceral panic.

As a cunning and sophisticated Liberal "leader", he had been in awe of his chief staff since he had dealt with Haraf, and that fear had only been added to the fact that he had seen this man shoot his soldiers with such indifference as he saw him shoot his soldiers with such indifference as Aleppo imminently fell. As for the moment, although sitting in a well-guarded bulletproof SUV. Rahman still felt chills all over his body, and he had to admit it. I am really very jealous of this staff.

As the "No. 2 war criminal", Harif will help or not help with such a favor......

A few minutes ago, just as Abdel Rahman threw away his phone and sulked on the second floor of his villa, at an air base not far from downtown Deir ez-Zor, the man who had just finished the call casually put his mobile phone in his pocket and continued some work at hand.

On a night like this to-day, when the Damascus Army was under heavy pressure, Harif did not stay at the Liberal operational command center where he was supposed to be; Arriving at the building in the center of Deir ez-Zor in the early afternoon, the men left the venue and headed for a base on the outskirts of the city.

The night was dark, and it was dark everywhere in the light-controlled base, but in the brightly lit underground bunker, there were still people busy in the huge hangar, and several ground crews in overalls were busy around a flying machine with a black body and a silhouette far beyond ordinary fighters.

"Sir, the fuel module is ready! ――Is it possible to reload now? ”

"Yes."

Just standing on the side and watching, he commanded his subordinates to complete a series of flight preparations, these ground crews who had only maintained the old fighters were working in an orderly manner next to the black giant bird, Harif continued to stand silently for a while, and then sat down on the chair quite leisurely, picked up the kettle and took two sips, but his hand reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone to glance casually.

Abdul Rahman, hehe, this guy, is still worried about his little life?

Harif, who controls these puppets in front of him, or tools to do some trivial things, and has no mental burden for the time being, remembered the call just now, he breathed out with his nostrils with a little contempt, snorted a little contemptuously, leaned back in his chair and began to close his eyes and recuperate, while unconsciously recalling the chaotic busy trajectory of the past few days, and at the moment of the war, it is really not an easy task to destroy all the evidence related to himself in such a short period of time.

Hmph, but then again, even if you leave a little clue, it doesn't seem to be a big deal just by virtue of the current level of technology in this world.

Recently, relying on superpowers to support groups of "mortals" to carry out tasks, although it is much easier than one person being busy from beginning to end, it also adds a lot of trouble; But then again, no matter how sophisticated the instruments and equipment are, they are not as reliable as a brainwashed person, and he naturally did not see the mushroom cloud raised by Sabuha, but the personnel sent out to verify the confirmed news returned the confirmed news, which saved him the trouble of running in person.

Well, the underground manufacturing plant of the "ghosts" has been completely wiped out, and everything on the Aleppo side has been cleaned up, and the next thing is to erase some traces of Deir ez-Zor......

The thoughts continued to spread, as if some soul had suddenly gone out of the body, and the scene of escaping from the place where he had landed appeared in front of him like a reflection at the water's edge, and the man in the chair took a deep breath and spit it out heavily, as if he wanted to completely sweep away the smoke of war that had been inhaled for a long time.

War, even for a professional pilot, is not such an easy experience.

Scattered thoughts, flying over the stretching dense rainforest, through the towering and steep mountains, the Khalif who had been wandering for a while slowly opened his eyes, and the mobile phone in his pocket was ringing in a hurry, and he took it out to find that it was the "leader" calling again; After staring at the question mark face image on the screen for a few seconds, a smile of indifference with contempt gradually appeared on the man's featureless face.

Is Abdul Rahman, such a scheming but short-sighted fellow, really the so-called ruling elite among "mortals"?

Thinking of how the leader of the Liberal Party, who has great ambitions but mediocre strategies, has failed his efforts, and has planned and planned two civil wars in the land of the Middle East in the past few years, but still misjudged the operation mode of the whole world, Harif is now in a very calm mood, in fact, he really wants to pick up the phone and tell the puppet who is greedy for life and afraid of death with his usual smooth voice, the so-called "other way out", he Harif naturally has, but for the "mortals" who have no more use, this kind of problem itself is a nonsense.

The mediocre "mortals" are just chess pieces discarded at will, and they still want to have some "retreat", and the people in this world have such muddy thoughts in their heads?

But even so, so what?

Whether it's muddy or mediocre, it's just some things that live and die day and night, what's the point of thinking about it.

……

Time passed, the war continued, and with the mutual game and vertical and horizontal struggle of the participating parties, the civil war and chaos in the Middle East finally stepped on the footprints of time, and slowly moved towards the end of a fate that would come sooner or later.

After months of civil war in Syria, on the frontal battlefield, just a day after the violent explosions, the unabated Damascus army bypassed the small riverside town of the river and continued to advance east to the inner city of Tib. Contrary to the expected stubborn resistance, the stubborn resistance of the Liberal forces was short-lived in Saabha, and the battle to liberate the gate of Deir ez-Zorsi went unusually smoothly, which on the one hand made the front-line commanders of the government army secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and on the other hand, it also confirmed the behind-the-scenes speculation of several major powers.

The suspicion that the entire line collapsed on the eve of the explosion after the Sabha resolutely held back the government forces is not difficult to explain, and that the Liberal Party's stubborn resistance was buying time for the underground explosion, rather than hoping to use the huge explosion to complete the task of blocking and killing the Damascus army.

To confirm this, the Security Council's "special investigation team" has been deployed, but at this time, the upcoming battle of Deir ez-Zor is the focus of everyone's attention.

The Mosul Army, with the air support of the Chinese and Soviet forces, has successively captured the towns of Meyadin, Treval-Suval, and Fajami, and basically completed the crescent-shaped encirclement of Deir ez-Zor, and the forward troops have also successfully joined forces with the Syrian government forces in the southern desert and the northern highlands after a fierce battle.

In Syria and Iraq, although one side is in power and the other is temporarily outside the United Nations, the ideology and social organization of the ruling party are very similar.

With tanks rumbling past on the ground and warplanes flying in the sky, the Damascus Army and the Mosul Army around Deir ez-Zor, and the siege troops are ready for a general decisive battle to end the chaos in the Middle East. (To be continued......)