Sheffield's first fire in office burned on Makarov's head, and it was on the hands of his own automaton.

Makarov's hunting down was a national hatred, but also a personal vendetta.

If it weren't for Makarov's detonation of the hydrogen bomb, which led to the destruction of tens of thousands of marines, Sheffield would have made a name for himself by this time, retiring with the aura of defending freedom and the title of peacemaker in the Middle East.

And now, Sheffield's Middle East campaign has gone down in history as a famous example of West Point and all military schools, but nothing more than a failure.

This battle cost Sheffield almost everything, honor, status, soldiers, and a shocking nuclear explosion took everything away from him.

Now he's back with his newly formed army for revenge, the Shadow Army, that's the name Sheffield gave to this army.

The shadow is hidden in the shadows.

This was Sheffield's plan at the beginning, to hide this secret force in the dark, to turn it into a non-existent ghost.

To this end, Sheffield selected a large number of elites from various units, and after layers of screening, some of them were even fished out of military prisons by him.

These men are the most technologically skilled and tactically advanced, and they have the most advanced equipment, but the most important thing is that they are completely loyal to Sheffield and are under his command alone.

Sheffield's heart was full of joy as he watched the shadow troops ravage the positions of the terrorists like a devastating force, and a large number of terrorists fled in all directions, crying and fleeing.

He even ordered that not a single prisoner be left behind, not a single person alive, and that all terrorists who surrendered or were captured were killed on the spot.

With the smell of blood in the desolate mountain breeze, Sheffield pulled out a cigar and stuffed it into his mouth, took out a gold-plated lighter, lit it, and took a big puff.

Not enough, not enough.

At the moment, his shadow army is only a battalion-level unit, which does not match his status as a general at all.

Sheffield's plan was for at least tens of thousands of men to barely meet his needs.

But he had limited funds and insufficient authorization. The personnel given to him by NATO are all drawn from various countries, and although they are all elites, they are all outsiders.

Sheffield swallowed the clouds and spitted fog as he pondered how to expand his shadow army.

At this time, Makarov was already bloody, his teeth were clucking, those who were tortured and killed were recruited and trained by him with great difficulty, and now they were almost served by Sheffield, and he couldn't wait to eat this guy raw.

However, the strength of the other party is much stronger than him, he has a guerrilla force of less than 3,000 people, all of them are light weapons, and they lack heavy weapons such as artillery and armored vehicles, not to mention airplanes.

The only big guys in his hands are all Wanguo brands, some are made in Ross, some are produced in Europa, and even some are made in rice, and now they are basically blown to pieces.

Sheffield was supported by the Mi Army stationed in the Imperial Cemetery, and the bombers and attack planes in the sky hardly stopped, constantly circling in the sky.

From time to time, a cruise missile is fired, and a ground-penetrating bomb is dropped every once in a while.

Under the guidance of the infantry on the ground, the missiles destroyed the suspicious caves one by one, and the living space of Makarov and others was constantly compressed.

In the tunnel, the surviving members are full of despair, the aura of fear spreads everywhere, and they don't know when death will befall them.

Ivan and the others were even more depressed, they had never been so miserable as reincarnators, burrowing into the ground like rats, not daring to make a fire, they could only eat cold and hard compressed biscuits, and drink water with a salty and astringent taste, so they could not guarantee a sufficient supply, and they were hungry and full from time to time.

Several other people looked at Ivan together, the captain of this team, their brain, and their spiritual pillar.

Ivan also knew that they couldn't sit still here, a miserable life, not having enough to eat was a trivial matter, and what was even more dangerous was that they didn't know when a missile would hit them, and they would die in this desolate cave.

It is necessary to solve this dangerous situation and survive the death.

So what should you do?

Ivan looked at Makarov, his mind spinning rapidly, trying to think about how the two guys in Makarov and Sheffield hooked up?

These two people teamed up to pit Ross and Mi Guo and ignited the flames of the world war, to say that it all relied on tacit understanding and intermediary communication, it would be an insult to everyone's IQ.

There must be a direct channel for the two to have a conversation.

This shows that the contradictions between the two people are not irreconcilable, and this is their turning point.

Yes, the best way to resolve the current crisis is to have a dialogue between the two people and to bring them to an agreement.

As long as Sheffield doesn't bite them and gives them a chance to breathe and develop, it is not certain who will die in the future situation.

Ivan quickly approached Makarov's suggestion, and Makarov's eyes twinkled, and he seemed very impressed by the proposal.

"And who will be sent to accomplish this important task?" Makarov fell into deep thought, he himself must not be able to go, in case Sheffield was killed before they met, wouldn't it be too unjust.

But send other people to go, sending nobodies is not enough, Sheffield will definitely not pay attention to it, send the backbone, he is afraid that Sheffield will turn his face and lose an important assistant.

Seeing that Makarov did not speak for a long time, Ivan took the initiative to propose, "Let me go, I am sure to convince Sheffield." ”

With tears in his eyes, Makarov hugged Ivan excitedly, and said emotionally: "This is too dangerous, Ivan, my brother, I can't let you go on an adventure." ”

Ivan sneered in his heart, I'm sorry for your acting skills if I don't give you an award at the Oscars, when the hell are you still putting this on hold for me to play a bitter love scene.

But there is no way, the show has to be performed.

Ivan also had tears in his eyes, "No, for the sake of comrades, for the sake of the organization, for our ideals and cause, I must go, otherwise we will all die here, don't grieve for me, don't cry for me......"

The words of this paragraph made goosebumps rise for several other reincarnators, and they felt a chill in their hearts.

But Makarov was very moved, held Ivan's hand tightly, and choked up: "Good brother, you take this thing and tell Sheffield that if he is willing to agree to a ceasefire, I can provide him with a batch of werewolf serum at a low price." ”

Ivan visibly flustered, werewolf serum?

How could Makarov have this thing?

Could it be that he has hooked up with the reincarnators of the other camps?

Ivan and the other reincarnators immediately raised their vigilance in their hearts, and looked at Makarov and his men with suspicion, beware of this thing rising up and backstabbing them.

Makarov explained: "I bought this thing from a special source at a high price, alas, this time it will be cheaper Sheffield. ”

"This thing?" Ivan frowned, "Is it the same as the one used by Zakaev?" ”

"Yes." Makarov simply didn't hide it at this time, "I sent my subordinates to test it, and it was exactly the same as what Zakhaev had in his hand." ”

Ivan was obviously stunned, if it was only a dozen, dozens of werewolf serum elixirs, he could still understand that this was a native product brought by the reincarnation, but now it seems that Makarov has at least a few hundred in his hands.

It is unlikely that this amount was brought by the reincarnation, because no one and the strength would hoard such a large number of special potions.

This is produced locally.