April 2, 10 a.m.

In a remote Turkish town called Kemach, everyone from the Dongfeng Corps on the way to escape stopped and made temporary repairs.

Disguised as tourists, they sit in the town's only dessert café, sipping coffee and discussing their next route.

The bodies of the seriously wounded and the dead have been taken away through the Black Sea, and now there are still 8 fighters left in the Dongfeng Corps, and 4 intelligence officers on Wu Cong's side.

Chen Shen's left arm was still unable to support a wide range of movements, but after being put on a splint and reprocessed by Pingchuan, at least the pain was no longer unbearable.

Sitting across from him, Wu Cong pretended to look at the tourist map casually, and said:

"We need to get to Ovacek as soon as possible."

"These 30 kilometers are basically no man's land, and after passing through this no man's land, we change trains in Ovacek and then we can enter the mountains."

"From Ovacek, we headed southwest."

"Bypass Elazig, get to Chermik, then go around Adiyaman, get to Nikip."

"After Nikip, the next round of support should also arrive."

"From here, we will be escorted to Gillis, and after Gillis, it is Aleppo in Syria."

"In urban areas, it's almost impossible for them to find us, and it's much more difficult to launch air strikes."

"So, after entering Aleppo, we should be able to have a short rest."

Hearing his words, Chen Shen nodded slightly.

Then he asked:

"How long is the CIA behind us now?"

"Judging by the other side's scheduling, they won't be more than two hours behind us."

"But it's strange that with their intelligence capabilities, they can't even close the gap after 20 hours."

"The best-case scenario is that Andrea's death has really dealt a heavy blow to their intelligence system, and they don't have the extra strength to track us down."

"The worst-case scenario is that they have actually bitten us, but instead of doing it immediately, they have created the illusion of backwardness."

"Both are possible, but neither is supported by clear evidence."

"So, all we can do is continue to pick up the pace."

"No matter what tricks the other side makes, as long as we can enter Aleppo, we will basically be safe for the time being."

"As for how to carry out the next task, that's a matter for later."

When the words fell, everyone in the coffee shop nodded subconsciously.

But at this moment, Chen Shen suddenly sensed a problem.

He remembered that Wu Cong said at the time that there was a special forces in Istanbul, a special forces who did not know who.

But from the time of the chaos in Istanbul to the present, this special forces still has not shown its face.

Where are they and what are their tasks?

What is so important that even Andrea's death is not enough to mobilize them?

Or are they long gone from Istanbul and have gone somewhere else?

Thinking of this, Chen Shen's expression suddenly became a little solemn.

This time the evacuation went so smoothly that it was as if they had left the enemy far behind.

Is it possible, then, that your enemy is waiting not behind, but in front?

Chen Shen immediately explained his thoughts to Wu Cong, and Wu Cong felt the same as him.

"Do you want to change the point of entry?"

Chen Shen asked.

"It can be changed, but I don't know if it's necessary."

"It's impossible for our responders to be exposed, because so far, they haven't carried out any activity."

"It can be said that the only purpose of their existence is to meet this purpose."

"If that's the case, the only reason the other side can find us is because we've been targeted."

"So, it's really useless to change the point of entry."

"Understood."

Chen Shen nodded slightly, and then asked curiously:

"Why is there such a team there? Is it improvised? ”

"No, when we arrived in Turkey, they were already in Syria at the same time."

"There are only three of them, but these three can all die for us."

"Because, once the evacuation happens, it means that something has changed in Turkey."

"And the people who have been withdrawn from Turkey will inevitably carry with them something that can change everything."

"Whether it's intelligence, or whatever."

It's an incredible move in the long run.

Chen Shen exhaled in admiration, and at this moment, what he saw seemed to be an exquisite chess game.

When the chess players on both sides were inextricably killed for a piece of territory in a corner, and the great dragon on the white side was almost beheaded, the seemingly useless chess piece that landed near Tian Yuan actually took a breath of relief for the big dragon and revitalized the whole situation.

This seems like destiny and luck, but in fact, the long-term layout behind the strategy is the real breathtaking

"Let's go, we have to move on."

Chen Shen put down the coffee cup that had been drunk in his hand, and then everyone stood up in turn.

Their formations are sparse, as if they were really travelers crossing the desert in pursuit of beauty.

But no one knows what kind of arduous trek they have endured in the past 20 hours

Chen Shen opened the door of the off-road vehicle parked outside the door and sat in the passenger seat.

Immediately after that, everyone got into the car in turn, and Lin He kicked the accelerator and sped along the road from Kemakher to Ovacek.

It has to be said that Turkey's natural beauty is truly a must.

The road is lined with pale yellow sand dunes, mountains dotted with a hint of green, and more of a stretch of dust.

At this time, it was sunset, and the red sunset hung far on the right side of the car, and the sunlight through the windows of the car stained everyone's faces red.

Music was already playing in the car, Chen Shen looked out the window and found a continuous stretch of walls and fortresses on the sand dunes not far away.

"What's that?"

Chen Shen asked.

Looking in his direction, Wu Cong shook his head, but Xia Xing opened his mouth and replied:

"That's the Kemakh Castle, also known as the Anikamak, the seat of the Armenian Sabbatical dynasty — the mausoleum, to be exact."

"It is here the mausoleum of Tiridates III, a man who played a major role in the promotion of Christianity."

"Of course, in a sense, he also caused the death of tens of thousands of Armenians."

"Why?"

Chen Shen asked suspiciously.

"Because of the Kema Gorge massacre."

"During the First World War, some radicals massacred more than 2,500 Armenians here alone in order to force Armenians to convert."

"So in fact, this is not just a cemetery for the Sabbats, but also for the Armenians."

"Under our wheels, we don't know how many bones are buried" Hearing Xia Xing's words, Chen Shen fell silent for a while.

This is a rare time for him to come into contact with the history of other countries and regions, and in Xia Xing's narration, he did experience that "sense of heaviness".

Thousands of years have passed, and the remnants of the glorious empire remain, but the strife has continued from a thousand years ago to modern times.

——

Maybe it's now.

What's the point?

Chen Shen has always felt that religion is something ethereal.

It is simply a solace for humanity to pray to the non-existent void when it is powerless to control its own destiny.

But it seems that there are some people in this world who regard this as the only consolation.

Chen Shen has no way to judge their beliefs or their values.

He was just confused.

Is such a belief really "useful"?

At least from the point of view of his values, a useless god is not worthy of incense.

Not to mention the heaven and virgins that can only be cashed out after death, burn incense today and it won't rain tomorrow, and the cannons will blast you into the sky

Of course, this is just an exaggeration.

However, such a faint spark flickering on the surface may also show the difference between some of the vast systems.

Chen Shen sighed softly, and the car continued to drive forward, the ruins of Kemakher Castle were left far behind, and after driving more than 20 kilometers, a large waterfall appeared in front of everyone.

This also means that their destination for changing cars is about to arrive.

The car made its way into Ovacek, and in order to get rid of the CIA's possible aerial reconnaissance or satellite reconnaissance, the group entered the city of Ovacek and dispersed to various places to purchase necessary food and drinking water.

Immediately afterwards, the group waited for 4 hours in Ovacek, and went out of the city in 6 batches in different vehicles.

The six cars went in completely different directions and turned in the right direction after more than 20 kilometers apart.

And, from beginning to end, the six vehicles did not converge again, but confirmed the direction by reporting their positions to each other through satellite phones and radios, and each drove to the next target.

Such a method of concealing their whereabouts can only be regarded as a small skill for Wu Cong and the others, and everyone successfully reached Chermik, and then spent another 4 hours to reach Nikip.

In Nikip, Chen Shen met with the long-awaited responders, where the intelligence team led by Wu Cong parted ways with the Dongfeng Corps.

Wu Cong and the three stayed in Nikip to stay on standby, while Xia Xing followed the eight members of the Dongfeng Corps to continue to Gillis.

Following the D850 road, the Dongfeng Corps finally arrived at the Turkish-Syrian border.

It was heavily guarded, and at first glance, there was no chance of crossing the border.

——

However, under the leadership of the connector, the convoy turned off the D850 road less than 1 km from the border.

After five kilometres to the west, the two vehicles crossed the Turkish-Syrian border through an under-guarded checkpoint and entered Syrian territory.

After going a few kilometers deep into Syria and breaking away from the Turkish military's surveillance, the connector stopped the car and said to Xia Xing:

"It's up to you."

"It's only 70 kilometers from here to Aleppo, and if it goes well, you can get there in an hour."

"Once you arrive in Aleppo, go straight to your intended pick-up location."

"Our friends, we will provide you with temporary shelter and details of your next mission."

"You've worked hard."

"Stay safe."

"Understood."

Xia Xing nodded slightly, and then the connector turned around and left.

He didn't drive, and Chen Shen didn't know how he was going to return, but it seemed that Xia Xing didn't pay attention to this issue either.

Compared with Chen Shen, she understands intelligence work better, or the logic of intelligence workers, in her opinion, the other party will always have its own way.

Without looking back, the group drove straight to Aleppo.

Along the way, Chen Shen has not seen too many traces of war.

There were no ruins, no burning flames, no gunners scurrying around, no armored vehicles, no pickup trucks with gas canisters and cannons.

It seemed to be as peaceful as Turkey where they had just left, and although the residential area was slightly dilapidated, there was not much "sadness" on the faces of the people on the roadside.

Maybe war is still a far away thing for them?

It's just civil strife, and that's a crisis that the upper echelons should deal with.

For ordinary people, they just need to live their own lives, right?

However, this is not the case.

Chen Shen knew that the calm here was only temporary.

According to Wu Cong's intelligence analysis, the Free Syrian Army will soon launch a full-scale attack on Aleppo, and once the battle starts, the entire Aleppo will be reduced to ruins!

War has always been so cruel that everything good will be destroyed in the fire.

——

However, the current Chen Shen has no heart to mourn for their upcoming suffering.

The convoy continued to move towards Aleppo, and the closer it got to Aleppo, the tighter Chen Shen's mood became.

He became more and more sure that his enemies were waiting in Aleppo.

But they don't have a clue what form they will take.

You can only get through it as soon as possible.

Chen Shen clenched the gun he had just taken out of the trunk, even though his left arm was still aching, but he ignored it.

He is ready for battle, no matter where it happens.

Meanwhile, north of Aleppo, Taylor Rifat.

An elite team dressed in desert camouflage lurks in the desert, and the antennas set up by the communications corps are hidden by rotten and dry branches, and under the branches, a small screen is showing the aerial footage of drones.

The pilot operating the drone adjusted the zoom of the high-precision optical lens, and after confirming the target license plate captured, he said to the team leader who was on guard:

"Target confirmed, 9 people, 3 cars."

"The location is near Gabri, a village in the east of Afrin, 4.9 kilometers away, due north of the direction of travel."

"They are on their way to Aleppo and are expected to arrive in 25 minutes."

"Optional interception locations, Mayer, Nabo, Hajjah."

"The fighter jet has taken off and is expected to arrive in 40 minutes."

"We need to hold the other side for 15 minutes until the fighter locks on to their position."

"The window is very narrow, and I recommend going immediately."

"Roger."

Hearing his words, the team leader put away the binoculars in his hand.

Then he opened his mouth and ordered:

"Immediately set off and go to Mayer to defend it."

"Dispatch of mission information briefings."

"Our goal is to stop them and blow them all up with hellfire!"