There are no signs or country emblems in this military base, as if this military group is invisible.
But judging from this large-scale but heavily guarded military base, which is full of strict iron-bloodedness, this cannot be an unknown military base, but an extremely private and unknown place.
Military area.
In the base, there is a high command building on the top floor. There is only one office department on the top floor, and the sign on the top is 'General Headquarters'
The decoration of the headquarters tends to be tough and practical, thus showing the style of a tough and cold-blooded soldier.
In the office of the headquarters, an old man about sixty years old sat alone on a chair covered with tiger skin. He had a short haircut, and his short gray-brown hair stood up like a handle.
Sword. His facial features looked extremely hard, and there was a scar left in the battle on his right cheek, but he did not erase it, but deliberately left it.
This gave his face a fierce and iron-blooded look.
Although he is old, the sharp, blade-like light that flashes out from his eyes when he opens and closes them makes people afraid to be normal.
There is no doubt that this is an iron-blooded veteran, an iron-blooded soldier who holds a high position and has a tough style!
He is holding a secret report document in his hand. On the cover of the document, there is a sign written in English called Western Allied Forces!
There is no doubt that this is the military headquarters base of the Western Allied Forces. It is an extremely private existence. Perhaps the military leaders of the allied countries who know this military headquarters base are the ones who know this base. I beg Baidu to shed tears for a moment.
This old man with a scar on his face and a tough look was none other than General Wilson, who commanded the entire Western Allied Forces.
Wilson looked at the secret report document in his hand, and his face gradually darkened. His sharp eyes were as cold as a blade, and an invisible coercion filled the air, like a furious beast, full of extreme emotions.
Anger and bloodlust.
Snapped!
In the end, Wilson slapped the document heavily on the table and said coldly: "A bunch of trash! They dispatched several times the enemy's combat power but failed to complete the mission! Although Cole is still young, he can
The combat strategy is quite good, but he is also meticulous, cautious and calm. How come he can't even annihilate a mere special forces team of about 20 people? When did such a powerful special forces team appear in China? "
While speaking, Wilson raised his eyes and looked at an officer standing in front of him.
The officer stood upright, but with his head lowered, as if he did not dare to meet Wilson's cold, razor-sharp gaze.
"Claude, are you sure that the information you received is correct? The opponent's special forces team really only has about twenty people?" Wilson asked coldly.
"General, the information I received is indeed true. In addition, the information that person provided us is also true." The officer named Claude replied cautiously.
The cold look in Wilson's eyes was even worse, and he said: "In this way, this special force is really amazing. It can even catch up with the Sea Wolf Legion taught by the King of Land Warfare Sea Wolf himself. The strange thing is, what about China?
When did such a powerful special forces team appear?"
"General, Colonel Cole has been wiped out. What should we do next?" Claude asked.
Wilson's eyes darkened, and he took out a map of the entire Africa to check, and asked: "Claude, in your opinion, which route do you think this group of people will choose to escape?"
"Cole and the others are fighting this enemy in southwestern Morocco, at the foot of the westward mountains of the Altes Mountains. After the enemy is defeated, they should flee into the Sahara Desert as soon as possible." Claude said, and he continued
Said, "Therefore, according to the judgment of my subordinates, their only way out is to cross the entire Sahara Desert."
"Crossing the Sahara Desert?"
Wilson frowned, looked at the map and said: "There are only two roads, one goes south to South Africa; one goes east to the Arabian Peninsula."
"Yes, General. There are indeed only two paths. But we don't know which path they will choose." Claude said.
Wilson sneered and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as people are sent to block all the important entrances from South Africa to the Arabian Peninsula. They will have trouble flying."
"Wouldn't this require a lot of manpower?" Claude said.
"No, of course we don't need too many manpower. How dare those countries south of the Sahara desert defy our request for negotiation? As long as we let them make appropriate arrangements and strengthen security at the border entrances, if we see them, they can
Just report to us immediately. As for the Arabian Peninsula, our No. 8 military base is stationed there. If they choose the eastward route, they will directly hit the muzzle of the gun! Besides, I hope this special operations force will
It’s not only us who died, there are also people in their own country who want them to die, otherwise we would have received information about their location?” Wilson said coldly.
"General, then I will make arrangements right now." Claude said.
"Go ahead. Mobilize all the troops stationed along the blockade and deploy layers of troops. I want to see if this special force has three heads and six arms!" Wilson said, with a flash of light in his eyes.
The bloodthirsty murderous intent is extremely fierce.
Claude responded, turned around and walked out of the headquarters office.
Wilson stared at the map on the table for a long time, always feeling uneasy in his heart. This feeling made him very uncomfortable. He had led troops in combat for many years and was well-known in the military circles of the NATO alliance.
A tough general with a hawkish style, cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, so he was transferred to oversee the entire Western Allied Forces.
Therefore, Wilson has a strong combat intuition. He always felt that if the enemy showed such a strong combat capability, they would definitely think of encountering the blockade of the Western Allies when it came to the two routes across the Sahara Desert.
Wire.
Knowing this, do they still want to continue to choose this route to break through?
But, right now, besides these two routes, is there a third route?
Wilson's eyes flashed with coldness as he was deep in thought, but he couldn't think of any other route to take against the enemy. Then, he remembered the person who secretly provided them with information directly. He was originally uneasy.
Only then did my heart calm down.
"Hmph, no matter what, you will all inevitably die in the end! What will your expressions be like when you finally learn that you died indirectly at the hands of your own people?"
Wilson sneered.
…
At this time, Xiao Yunlong, Moon, the Dragon Flame Warrior, and the Demon King brothers were riding in three Raptor pickup trucks, speeding all the way to the west of the Sahara, and had already reached the edge of the Sahara Desert.
Xiao Yunlong and the others did not know Wilson's plans in the base headquarters of the Western Allied Forces far away in Western Europe.
Similarly, Wilson never dreamed that Xiao Yunlong and the others did not choose the two routes he guessed, but went all the way west and chose the third, most unlikely route to leave.