Struck by the word "wasteland" in the interim report, President Woodrow Wilson pondered on his way to the city of Langley.

After only one day and one night, the explosive arms scandal caused by the YF-23 "ghost" continues to spread, from the White House to a series of places in the Security Council, they are all in a continuous busy; However, no matter how much the media in other countries try to stir up the flames and wave their flags, these voices are only empty echoes for the time being, and they cannot affect the war-torn land of the Middle East.

When CIA agents burst into the headquarters of Northrop Grumman in San Diego, seized several servers and charged them with relevant evidence, a sleepy-eyed young pilot in the small Syrian city of Sukhna, thousands of miles away, was woken up by an alarm clock; Having just woken up from a dream, only a dull and distant faint thunder was heard in his ears, reminding people that the night battle had begun, Long Yun hurriedly prepared to set off, he put on his coat and opened the door, drowning his body in the cold and biting wind.

Before leaving the hotel, I looked at my watch, it was 2:30 a.m., half an hour before the meeting at the highway checkpoint.

Walking quickly out of the low main gate of the small city hotel, although the offensive in Damascus had begun, Long Yun did not see a series of tense scenes in front of him, but the flashes and thunder from the eastern skyline, and the sparse gunfire that was difficult to distinguish from far and near, all made him feel a sense of alarm when he was hurrying away with his clothes tightened, it was obvious that the offensive of the Syrian government army was being launched, if it was a good thing, it should be the time for his special operations team to attack.

In the city of Sukhna, which lacks lighting conditions and is pitch black due to the control of the lights. By leaking a glimmer of light, he groped his way to the pickup. The car parked outside the main entrance of the hotel was quickly activated. Brave the cold wind that carries sand and dust and march forward. Along the way, accompanied by the sound of whistling winds, the leaky pickup truck compartment is almost as cold and dry as the street, in addition to the smell of diesel fuel in the car is also filled with a shallow smell of sand, from time to time sand and dust blowing on the window glass, making a "brush, brush, pull" sound similar to that of a rainstorm.

Sitting in the back seat of the pickup truck, holding a marching backpack containing some supplies such as field food and water bottles, thinking that a vicious battle was about to come, Long Yun probed his hand and stroked the handle of the Beretta 92F pistol in his arms. In this way, you can calm down your nervousness and anxiety a little.

Crossing the war zone in order to get back to Fort Scharqat, even if it was a bit of a risk, was now worth his try.

As a superpower who often travels to parallel worlds, and now has a series of fierce battles in the Middle East skies, Long Yun's own war experience can be described as extremely rich, whether it is in his own or Viktor Rezenov's identity; But tonight, in the heart of Syria, where the cold wind is blowing and the artillery is roaring, the "special operation" that really penetrates into the enemy-occupied area still feels completely unfamiliar to him, and it makes the young man realize that he is still just a pilot, and the so-called battle he has experienced. There is still a long way to go before you can truly experience the brutal nature of war.

A short time later, the pickup truck stumbled to a highway checkpoint on the outskirts of Sukhna. Long Yun, who jumped out of the car, soon met the intelligence agent Imran Alayi, and two other elite government forces who were ready to go.

It was not yet three o'clock in the morning, and at this time a fierce battle on the front front seemed to be about to end, observing the explosions and bright lights coming from the horizon, the fast-moving Syrian government forces were advancing rapidly in depth, which was obviously a favorable condition for Long Yun and them; After changing into military uniforms, papers, and sidearms in a shack at the checkpoint, the four men quickly got into a sand-yellow camouflage "Humvee" and drove east along a bumpy suburban road.

With the advance of the ground offensive and taking advantage of the chaos to infiltrate into the Syrian rebel-occupied areas, this kind of action plan naturally requires the intensity of the government army's attack, but now it seems that the situation is still smooth for the time being.

Quietly leaving from Sukhna before dawn, wearing the sand-gray military uniform of the Liberal Party to go to the line of fire, Long Yun took off the bulletproof helmet and held it in his arms, and sat in the back seat with a TAR-21 "Tavor" on his lap, and from time to time raised the thermal imaging camera to observe the movement in the open area ahead.

For the average Syrian government army, the equipping of thermal imaging equipment is an often unsatisfying luxury, but this kind of thing is really in the hands of the rebels, and they who pose as Liberals will naturally not ignore such details. Surrounded by gusts of wind and the ensuing gusts of sand, the yellow-colored "Humvee" kept moving at a low speed, and now the off-road vehicle, posing as a Liberal military vehicle, had to be cautious and use the radio to keep an eye on the battlefield information from the headquarters in Sukhna in order to accurately enter the Liberal-occupied territory through a gap in the Guò front.

Riding an off-road vehicle on a sparsely populated, darkened battlefield and trying to penetrate the battle line and get on the enemy's side sounds like a complete act of suicide.

However, unlike the battles that take place in broad daylight, the FSA's night combat capabilities, which have recently inexplicably expanded, have not made much progress, and the night on the Syrian battlefield often does not belong to attack aircraft, but to surface-to-air missiles that pierce the night sky: on such a cold and gloomy night without a moon, the government forces that suddenly launch an offensive do not need to worry too much about the threat from the air, and if it is simply a hard-fought battle on the ground, the strong-willed Damascus armed forces will naturally not be afraid of the rabble of the Liberal Party.

The morale situation is about the same, as for the gap in equipment between the two sides, Long Yuntong Guò himself rode on the "Humvee", as well as those equipment, already have some understanding.

Sitting in an off-road vehicle with a "sudden" engine and a dark night outside the window, he had been driving eastward on a narrow road with no track since he set off, Long Yun was really nervous at first, he kept holding the "Tavor" rifle's gauntlet grip in his right hand, ready to fire decisively when he encountered the enemy, and at the same time immediately kicked the car door and jumped out to find cover. But they walked through the darkness of the night for about 20 minutes, passing by a red-flaming crossfire position with burning wreckage, and the special operators who relied on radio instructions to choose their route did not encounter any remnants of the Liberal Party, not even the Syrian government forces that were attacking all the way.

Driving through the line of fire without seeing the participants in the fierce battle is something that anyone who hears it would be hard to believe it if they had not experienced it personally.

Worried and always on guard along the way, Long Yun looked at the side of the battlefield after a fierce battle, on the desert position where a short battle had just broken out, the black and swarthy tank with the barrel was reflected red by the rising flames next to it, and a BRDM armored vehicle was still burning, looking like an incinerator spitting out tongues of fire from a distance; In the desert land, ravaged by rapid artillery fire and tank tracks, the bodies of several dead could be faintly seen, and during this time, the off-road vehicle was quite slow and bumpy for a moment or two, Long Yun guessed that it might be the soldier who ran over the corpse on the spot.

The thought of running straight ahead over the corpses, perhaps with some flesh stuck to the tires of the dead, made Long Yun feel sick, and the smell of ash through the cracks in the car windows made him feel uncomfortable.

When I first entered Iraq and was hit by an air raid, the smell of war wafted in the air.

The off-road vehicle sped through a messy crossfire position, passed a road bridge that had not been completely blown into ruins, and in the darkness of the night, a long winding oil pipeline began to move in tandem with the road, and the alert-looking Imran patted the soldier on the shoulder and told him to drive off the road for a while.

The distance from Sukhna to the destination Meadin is only 130 kilometers, and it only takes an hour for a car to speed on the asphalt road.

Now, however, in order to avoid the Syrian government forces and rebels firing at each other, and to avoid being crushed by landmines, the Humvee vehicles of the special operations team can only navigate the rugged terrain in the wilderness, and fuel consumption has increased dramatically. From three o'clock to now, almost an hour has passed, and thanks to the prompts of the "Glonass" and "Beidou" navigation terminals, their vehicles have only crossed the line of fire a little bit, and there are still hundreds of kilometers to go from the small town of Meadin.

The harsh climate and sparsely populated hinterland of Syria is basically a desolate interior dominated by a large desert, and even the war is extremely alienated, which is the premise for the special operations team to penetrate all the way to the front.

Turning off the headlights in the dark of night, relying only on a night vision device and navigation equipment to move silently, this kind of stalker-like action process is both exciting and really a little boring, the nervous Long Yun looks around from time to time, but does not find much trace of the battle, the engine roar drowns out the explosions and gunfire in the distance, and only the light on the other side of the horizon flashes, reminding the people on the "Humvee" that they are now walking near the line of fire of a battle, not exploring alone in the desert where there are no people.

Moving forward, unlike Long Yun, who stepped into the ground battlefield for the first time, Imran Alayi, who was in the back seat, was much more stable, this independent battalion intelligence officer in a bloated military uniform was holding a TAR-21 assault rifle and nesting in his seat, looking in the dark from the car, he could only see a side face silhouette with clear lines.

The car suddenly drove off the road at the parallel of the oil pipeline, and as the carriage swayed and undulated, the intelligence officer's chatterbox also opened, and it was obvious that he had made a judgment based on experience that "the mission is progressing smoothly":

"Mr. Red Dragon, we will next pass through Sayya, a small village in the desert from where we retreated to Sukhna about two months ago." (To be continued......)