Rise of the Wasteland

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On the open space south of Bab City, the mighty ‘Leopard NG’ main battle tanks are lined up, with thick and long barrels pointing in the direction of the city. Behind 'Leopard II NG' is a ZMA infantry fighting vehicle and an armored personnel carrier. The uniform queue makes people feel the bitter chill of the war weapon.

When western reporters arrived near Babu, the 16th Mechanized Brigade of the Native Chickens organized a small military parade. Dozens of armored vehicles and hundreds of soldiers were reviewed. Although the scene is rude, the battlefield atmosphere is extremely strong when I think these troops are about to perform combat tasks.

Zhang Shixin from the imperial capital mingled with his teammates among a group of western reporters. As a new generation of field reporters for the flower farmer, they are gradually reaching into every corner of the world.

After setting up the camera and pointing at the reviewing unit of the soil chicken, Zhang Shixin shouted on the radio on the chest: "C1 is ready, the soil chicken's troops are gathering at the intersection of M4, and they are about to leave."

Zhang Shixin himself didn't know who he was contacting. His task was to keep an eye on the movements of the Rooster Armored Forces outside the city and report it at all times. The person who contacted him was also very concise, and often only had one sentence ‘I know’ in each reply.

Bab city is not large, and its area is only five or six square kilometers. Most of the civilians in the city have fled after being tortured by repeated wars, leaving only various broken buildings in the city. Craters, muck, and residual walls are the most common sights in the city.

According to the propaganda caliber of the native chickens, this time the native chicken army is about to clear up the remaining terrorists who are ravaging the city. According to Zhang Shixin's speculation, the power mobilized by the native chicken can wash the small town of Babu again within a few hours. Especially it is daylight, and the chickens have drone-assisted detection.

Syria has been protesting against the invasion of turkeys. They claim that the Iranian-Syrian coalition forces are holding Babb at the moment, and are not terrorists at all. The reason why journalists came to Babu eagerly was to hope to see a wonderful tank battle.

But at the scene, the strength of the native chicken was an overwhelming advantage, and everyone's interest in the next battle fell suddenly. Even the battlefield spokesperson of the pheasant claimed that it would be a battle like an outing, and the great army of pheasants would surely be Barabara Balla ...

Zhang Shixin was writing a press release, and suddenly the intercom on his chest initiated an active call. The mysterious contact person asked: "Tell me about the military arrangement of the native chickens outside the city."

"Military arrangement? I don't know what military arrangement." Zhang Shixin is really a war reporter. He was temporarily assigned to contact a mysterious guy.

The voice on the other side of the walkie-talkie asked again: "Are there any places outside the city where the chickens are not allowed to interview?"

"Oh ... there are a few of them." As soon as Zhang Shixin arrived in Babu, the gendarmes of the chickens publicly announced that they could not run around outside the city and could not go anywhere. When he finished talking about what he knew, the contact was broken again.

Zhang Shixin didn't know a few words that helped Zhou Qingfeng save a lot of time. After the former gave relevant information, the 'dog meat' recalled from Aleppo rushed to the several places just mentioned. The local chicken's command, reconnaissance and communication agencies were quickly found.

The virtual screen of the armband computer shows the image seen by the electronic eye of dog meat. It is a heavily guarded field tent, and several of the tents have tall antennas. A simple runway was temporarily opened outside the tent, and several small military drones stopped on the runway.

In Babu City, Zhou Qingfeng finally returned to waste soil after 24 hours. He not only wore his mechanical exoskeleton back, but also brought a piece of black technology equipment-a small green box, a single-person electronic warfare system developed by the US military ten years later.

Eavesdropping, interference, tactical fraud, and misleading information. After Zhou Qingfeng enabled it, he could directly infiltrate the battlefield military communications network of the turkeys and learn about the actions of the turkeys' frontline command agencies.

And if soft killing doesn't work, Zhou Qingfeng is also going to let 'dog meat' attack the headquarters of the chicken directly. However, it is easy to expose the existence of a "dog meat" mechanical dog.

After everything was arranged, Mustafa, who was in the headquarters outside the city, could already see the entire Bab city through the few LCD screens in front of him. The unmanned reconnaissance aircraft scanned the entire city back and forth more than ten times, and did not find the enemy who attacked last night.

"Syrians say they still have a tank in Bab, it must be hiding in the ruins of a building. If you ca n’t find it in the air, you can find it on the ground, and you must find it and destroy it. To highlight our Great Turkestan Strong and domineering. "

With an order from Mustafa, the pheasant armored troops surrounding Babu immediately killed them from six main roads outside the city. Two or three hundred armored vehicles of various types and thousands of soldiers worked together. The entire battlefield environment is under control.

Mustafa thought to himself that there was only one tank in the city. Once discovered, it meant to be destroyed. Today's mission will end with a perfect textbook-like posture anyway.

When more than a hundred armored vehicles moved, the momentum was still amazing. Dozens of tons of behemoths rolled by, and their movements on the ground were shocking.

Although thinking that this is a show off of force, like a parade battle, the reporters outside the city are still excited to see these war machines start up.

John and Charlie bet on each other while taking pictures.

"Do you guess how long it will take for the chickens to declare the end of the battle?"

"Bab City is too small, and the tank occupation will not take long. I rushed in and issued a statement, and I felt that it was too much for half an hour."

"Blocking a hundred dollars, I'm not as optimistic as you ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ at least an hour."

"Exactly. I think the bet between us can be written into the report."

Hahaha ...

Western reporters have a relaxed mentality, and they gather on a small high ground about three kilometers outside the city. The native chickens prepared special tents and workbenches for them, and provided telescopes to directly look at the entire tank army's rapid advance and occupy the majesty of the city.

The weather is fine today and the view is good. Various long guns and short cannons are erected on the earthen platform at a height of several tens of meters above the ground. You can see a line of smoke and dust raised by the line of soil chicken armored troops, all the way into the ruined Babu city not far away .

The local chicken field spokesman is also on this small high ground. He will read the communication of frontline troops every one or two minutes to show that the troops are progressing smoothly.

"The battalion of the Sixteenth Brigade has seized the hospital location in the city and has not been subject to any resistance."

"The second battalion reached the northern periphery of the city and launched as a combat formation. It also did not encounter any attacks. They even rescued several Syrian civilians."

"ISIS troops appear to have been largely wiped out in previous strikes, and our operations went smoothly."

A field spokesman stood on a ammunition box and talked, and Zhang Shixin was suddenly a little worried during the shooting. He looked at the distant pheasant armored troops almost completely occupying the entire city, and couldn't help but press the intercom call button on his chest. "Hello, can I ask a question?"

The mysterious contact person replied impatiently, "I have a fart to let go, I'm going to be too busy right away."

"Maybe I shouldn't ask, but I guess you're in Bab?"

"you guessed right."

"Ah ... what do you do? Now the chicken army has entered the city."

"What else can I do? Beat them out!"