Chapter 1455 - 1208: The Four-Hour Miracle (2)

It's not just the Americans who are shocked, the Russians are also stunned by Song Heping's news of taking Daguge in four hours.

Eight fifteen in the morning.

Western coastal city of Siria, Russian Front Command.

Brigadier General Niezov sat in the old sofa of the command center, listening to the staff officer recite the battle report of Daguk in a chanting tone.

"...The organized resistance of the enemy basically stopped before ten in the morning. The main forces on their exit from the city had largely been wiped out in the pre-set annihilation zone..."

Niezov smoked a cigarette indifferently, his gray-blue eyes squinting in the smoke, staring at Daguke's position on the worn map on the table. When he heard "Enemy casualties exceed fifteen hundred, our casualties are one hundred seven," his fingers paused for a moment.

"Four hours..."

He exhaled a smoke ring, turning his eyes to the chief of staff beside him: "Abramov, what do you think?"

Colonel Abramov, with a scar on his face, snorted from his nose: "Humph! That kid saw through those madmen's heads and even utilized trash; using Kurd women to behead captives to lure those brain-damaged 1515 members for a charge... Only mercenaries dare to do such things. If we did, we'd be drowned in spit by international opinion..."

"That's the benefit of mercenaries..."

Niezov slowly nodded, his thick eyelids lifting as he said: "Immediately order the Wagner Mercenary group 'Chef' to assault the western salient of Raqqa according to the 'Fortress-Assault' plan, while commanding the southern government army group to launch an offensive towards Palmyra. That lad named Song already heated the pot, we can't just watch. Tell the boys, if they fight, they need to fight with the force of a Siberian cold wave! Let those hyenas in the sand remember!"

"Yes!"

Abramov stood up straight and turned to execute the order.

Persia, Holy City Brigade forward command center.

The command room had little arrangement, only a map was illuminated on the big screen.

Afan watched the flashing messages on the encrypted communicator, a smile emerging at the corner of his mouth.

"Daguk has been taken, quicker than we expected by nearly a day."

After pondering for a moment, he said to his lieutenant, "This is a huge opportunity for us..."

While sighing, his mind already envisioned the scene when the Shiite Arc successfully gets its last puzzle piece.

It's been 6 years.

This plan has been schemed out for exactly 6 years.

So much funding invested, and so many pro-Persian armed organizations cultivated.

So many pro-Persian politicians drawn in surrounding countries...

Only the area controlled by the Americans in Northwest Illiguo was untouchable.

Sometimes Afan really wanted to thank the 1515 Armed.

Without the emergence of this extreme armed force, perhaps the Northwest of Siria would still be under American dominance.

The appearance of 1515 directly turned this into the eye of a chaotic storm, not only clearing out numerous armed factions in Northwest Illiguo but also driving out the American-supported government army.

Now Song Heping has successfully united several forces to strike the 1515, and has achieved a resounding victory right at the start.

Initially, Afan had some concerns about Song Heping's ability to command large groups, as he used to be just a retired sergeant from the PLA Special Forces.

A sergeant and an officer trained by a formal institution are not at the same level.

Now it seems his previous worries were unnecessary.

This young man named Song has brought him too many surprises!

Upon first meeting Song Heping, he decided to make friends with him and ordered Naxin to ensure the Holy City Brigade Special Forces and the pro-Persian armed groups in Northwest Illiguo would not trouble Song Heping's security of the two oil fields any longer.

In hindsight, that was one of the smartest decisions he ever made back then.

Had he pushed Song Heping to the opposing side...

Hehe.

The consequences now would be unimaginable.

The lieutenant hesitated: "Sir, should we hold off on the original infiltration harassment plan? Their advance is too fast, logistics might not keep up..."

"No, quite the opposite."

Afan shook his head: "Opportunity is just this moment. Order the elite squads of 'Bader' and 'Allah Brigade,' all to get moving! Intensify efforts, to disrupt all the traffic lines, supply points, and outposts northwest and north of Titrick. Before Song Heping's forces point to Hulmatu, try to create as many breaches as possible, cause chaos!"

He walked to the screen, his finger poking at Hulmatu north of Titrick.

"Spread the word, the wind has already started from Daguk, we need this wind to turn into a storm that rips off roofs when it reaches Titrick!"

Before the siege of Daguk, both the Americans, Russians, and Persians were in a state of observation.

People have a tendency to seek benefits and avoid harm.

This applies to countries as well as military commands.

It cannot be avoided.

Whenever there is a joint operation, the hardest part is the start.

If the start is good, the situation is favorable, everyone will rush in as if scrambling for feces.

Once the start flops and the situation turns unfavorable, all other parties will adopt more conservative combat plans next.

This "Furnace" operation is no different.

Everyone actually harbors their own ulterior motives.

Due to previous hostile relations, everyone fears this cooperation is just a guise, a pit dug by the opponent for them to jump into.

Be it the United States or Russians.

Having Song Hepin as the chief commander was not a matter of them disliking leading the entire operation.

But whoever is the chief commander means they lead the charge, they go first.

Nobody likes playing this role.

This is where Song Heping's difficulty as the chief commander lies.

He must execute a remarkable siege at Daguge to boost morale and open up the situation, otherwise, those old-timers behind him just won't take the initiative to strike.