Chapter 1235 - 1075: I Want a Secret List

At this point, he picked up the cup again and gulped down some water to moisten his vocal cords, then continued:

"I judge that the government army and other militia organizations may initially recapture some territories with the advantage of air strikes, but once 1515 steadies their ground or the American air strike intensity diminishes slightly, the battle situation may likely fall into a stalemate again, or even reverse. At that time, whoever can withstand 1515 on the key battlegrounds, or even defeat them, can gain the greatest prestige and political capital."

"So we act then?"

Samir's eyes gradually brightened; he seemed to understand Song Heping's intention.

"And we, the 'Liberation Forces'..."

Song Heping emphasized: "Just used three hundred men to fend off an attack from 1515's three thousand, killing over two thousand of them! This news will spread quickly! We will become legends! We will be seen as the most formidable, most fearless team in everyone's mind! But now we have heavy casualties; we need rest, replenishment, training."

"So, what we need to do now is not rush up and become cannon fodder, but hide away, quietly strengthen ourselves. Recruit new soldiers, conduct rigorous training, stockpile weapons and ammunition. Wait until the government army and others are battered and bruised in front of 1515, wait until they are most desperate and in need of a truly capable fresh force..."

Song Heping's lips curled into a calculated smile: "... Wait until then, we will step out. We won't be adding icing on the cake; we will be sending snow against the coal. We want to become the key force deciding the battle situation. Only then, Samir, can you and your led 'Liberation Forces' truly gain the position, voice, and resources you deserve in Illiguo. Instead of rushing up now to be a dispensable consumable!"

Samir's breath became labored.

Naxin also took a deep breath, looking at Song Heping with admiration.

This boss has a vision that looks far ahead.

"I understand, Boss."

Samir nodded heavily, "I know what to do. I will calm the troops, tell them current endurance is for greater victory in the future."

"Very good." Song Heping nodded with satisfaction. "Go and be busy. Tell the team, the revenge will be made, and it will be returned with interest! But not now."

Samir and Naxin saluted, turned and left the tent, their steps became steady and strong.

The tent returned to quietness.

Song Heping sat back at the computer.

Glancing at the tent door, waiting for Samir's figure to disappear behind the curtain, he finally sighed softly and continued browsing the news, but his thoughts had long flown to farther places.

Lack of personnel and ammunition was just an excuse to persuade Samir and Naxin.

The real reason is his deeper strategic planning.

What he wants is not only to help Samir gain a foothold in the northwest of Illigok; he wants to turn this force into a critical chip, a chip that can influence the regional situation and even bargain with the Americans.

The success of the valley ambush has already brought the 'Liberation Forces' and his name into the view of various forces.

Next, he has to continue to ante up and, at the most critical moment, push the chip onto the table.

And before that, he needs a card.

A card that can surprise them, even ruthlessly teach those self-important Americans a lesson.

This card cannot only teach the Americans but also fight for more political chips for himself and Samir in the future.

The political bans and CIA's assassination methods he encountered before flashed in his mind, and his eyes became cold.

A bold and dangerous plan gradually formed in his mind.

He picked up the satellite phone again and dialed Henry's number.

"Henry, it's me."

"Boss? Is there anything?"

Henry quickly answered the call.

He was surprised that Song Heping finished the call and called again.

"Intelligence. A very special, very sensitive piece of intelligence."

Song Heping's voice was kept low, yet carried an undeniable determination, "I need you to use all your resources and connections, at whatever cost, get me the CIA's secret operation personnel list in the northwest of Illigok, especially in Mosul, Elbil, Kirkuk areas, their contact points, safe houses, developed local informants... The more detailed, the better."

Over the phone, Henry visibly gasped, silent for a good few seconds.

"God... Song, you... what are you wanting this for? It's too dangerous! This is like directly poking a hornet's nest! No, it's like directly going to bomb a hornet's nest! And such sensitive intelligence is very hard to get; some are classified secrets, it's almost impossible to get..."

"So spend lavishly, so ensure absolute secrecy, get whatever you can, even if it's just a CIA informant's name, I want it."

Song Heping interrupted him, his tone unwavering, "Money is not a problem, no matter how much they ask for, I'll pay. But I demand the intelligence be accurate and real. You know my style."

"But... why?"

Henry's voice was filled with confusion and concern, "Shouldn't you now be focusing on dealing with 1515? Provoking the CIA... This is completely playing with fire!"

"Why? Ha ha."

Song Heping sneered: "Americans like to play chess, like to treat others as pawns. But I'm not a pawn. The 'care' they gave me before, I have to return a favor. Moreover, sometimes stirring the muddy water allows you to catch big fish. You don't ask so much, just go do it. Get back to me with news as soon as possible."

After speaking, he did not wait for Henry to rebut and directly hung up the phone.

Inside the tent, only he remained, along with the glow from the screen that brought news of distant air strikes.