Americans are definitely no strangers to desert warfare.
From Afghanistan to Iraq.
And then to Ribia For the US Marines, their enemies are not just those damned nationalists and armed militias with shoddy AK rifles.
And the desert.
"Damn mercenaries, they're gone" After crossing the Egyptian border and pursuing it all the way for nearly ten kilometers.
Estheron soon discovered that they were underestimating the mercenaries' abilities.
Because those damn guys are gone The opponents who can be chased down by the Marines are definitely not comparable to those who are indiscriminate.
These people are not inferior to them in combat experience and ability, or even weaker than those guys in the seals.
What the hell Crumbs "Harris, give me a wireless phone."
The Signal Corps soon delivered the wireless phone to hand.
"The fox hunter calls the eagle's nest, calls the eagle's nest, we are the fox hunters, repeat, we are the fox hunters."
There seemed to be no response from the radio, except for a cacophony of electricity.
The terrain in the desert appeared to be completely shielded from satellite signals, and it seemed difficult for them to contact command before exiting the desert.
"Fack" "No signal."
Estheron raised his binoculars and looked around, but his vision was still a sand color, except for sand and sand, and there was no shadow of the group of mercenaries.
As the commander of the pursuit, Esterson soon realized that something was wrong.
They are in a very disadvantaged position.
The mercenaries were probably more familiar with the desert than they had imagined, and if they were to ambush them somewhere, they would be unable to guard against it.
"Harris, you keep calling Command, let's keep walking, get me moving" The team of more than 20 people could barely be shocked by the vast desert, and the footprints left behind them would soon be submerged, smoothed, and then disappeared by the moving grains of sand, as if no one had ever come.
But those buried in the desert are more than just footprints.
And faith. glory Even life.
Just as the Americans plunged headlong into the depths of the Ribia desert to pursue them, public opinion in the outside world began to become extremely restless.
Sleepless nights.
Many people wake up one night and suddenly find that the world seems to be a little different.
The Americans turned out to be the direct masterminds of the Ribby War.
This may sound incredible, but it seems plausible and not overly shocking.
It's just that more people are not focusing on the initiators of the war, but on the mercenaries who broke the news.
Right It's the guy called the Duke For the do-gooders, that's what a newsmaker is.
And for Americans, this guy is a typical warmonger, a terrorist, and even a criminal who will endanger the core interests of the United States.
But in the eyes of a large number of hot-blooded indignant youths.
The duke, however, became a spiritual belief.
"This kid made too much noise, and now the Yankees are probably already listed as a terrorist at the level of bin Laden, and it is not easy to get out alive, hey, it's a pity that such a talent is here.
I shouldn't have let him out at the beginning, it's weird to say, this kid is born to be a soldier, chief, my old Xiang is also your soldier, but I do it, if this kid is trained well, he will definitely have a greater future than me in the future. ” The lights are slightly warm.
In the conference room.
Standing around the oval-shaped sand table, a circle full of senior officers will gather stars, and all the people who can walk into this conference room at this time are generals with outstanding military achievements.
The only one who didn't have a star was a man in a military uniform with wrinkles crawling all over his face.
At this time, Xiang Guofang's loud voice rarely became a little tactful.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes and heard it with your own ears, I'm afraid no one would have imagined that even the bold Xiang Cannon would have been so "elegant" in the past.
But there is not a single one in this room who is blind.
Xiang Guofang, this guy is now clearly talking nonsense with his eyes open.
"Old Xiang, you have always been straightforward when you speak, why don't I understand what I said today."
"Lao Xiang, this person is used to running trains with his mouth, I think let's clean up and break up."
Except for the old man who was the leader, he didn't speak, and the rest of the middle-aged men of the same age said a few words jokingly.
But if you look at the expressions on your faces, you may never think that this group of generals with serious expressions is actually joking.
Joke with a straight face I'm afraid this can only be seen in the army.
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Nevertheless.
But Xiang's intentions are clear to almost everyone.
He wanted to protect the mercenary who had caused the Americans a lot of trouble.
In fact, at the beginning, when they knew that the duke was really from Huaxia, especially when they knew that he was still a young man who was barely 20 years old, these generals were not less surprised.
Not young, but too young The people in this room are all generals, and they are all good at fighting tough battles, but at the age of eighteen or nineteen, they are not generals who are not good at their word, and some of them are not even recruits, and they don't know where to play in the mud.
This kid is good. not only carried guns into battle, but also killed countless people.
If this were to be in the country, it would be a capital offense According to the information provided by the Special Intelligence Center, Li Changjiang has killed at least 200 people, including more than 50 Americans.
Actually, for these generals.
What they value most is not how many people Li Changjiang killed, but that this kid actually participated in the evacuation operation with domestic rescuers before, and also helped a lot.
Judging from his behavior, this is indeed a good seedling.
Sharp sense of combat.
Have a big picture.
The guts are not bad either.
Before the age of twenty, he has been on the battlefield, he has carried a gun, killed people, seen blood, and most importantly, he has a strong sense of national feelings.
That's what matters most.
Whether a soldier is good or not, the most important thing is not to see how good his killing skills are, after all, it is not a single person's heroism on the battlefield that can determine the direction of a war.
It's a feeling.
Passion is a feeling.
There is also a feeling between comrades-in-arms.
But for the military.
The most important emotion is the passion for the country.
"He's a nice lad" Finally.
The old man, who had been silent since he came in, suddenly said a word, but Hu Dayou, who was standing beside him, glanced at the table in front of the old man very casually.
In front of the old man was a stack of materials, all of which were about Li Changjiang.
And at this moment.
The old man was holding a secretly taken photo from the side, and the person who took the picture was not very skillful, but the more he did, the more vivid the situation in the photo became.
Because the photo shows Li Changjiang kissing the soil in the flower bed after returning from Libia, after coming out of the terminal hall of Donghai International Airport.
It's an incredible and puzzling picture.
But at this moment, it is moving.
The shock is hard to describe in words.
This is more powerful than any words that come out of Xiang's mouth. t1706231537: