king of war

Chapter 305 Making War
The first fire of Sheffield's taking office was burned on Makarov's head, and it was still done by himself.

Makarov's being hunted down is not only a national hatred, but also a personal enmity.

If Makarov hadn't pressed the detonation button of the hydrogen bomb, causing tens of thousands of marines to be wiped out, at this time Sheffield would have achieved great success, retiring with the aura of defending free democracy and the title of peacemaker in the Middle East, relying on credit You can eat your money.

But now, the Middle East campaign commanded by Sheffield has been recorded in the annals of history, and it has become a famous example of the West Point Military Academy and even all military academies, but it is just a failure.

In this battle, Sheffield lost almost everything, his honor, status, and soldiers. The shocking nuclear explosion took away everything from him.

Now he's back for revenge with a newly formed army, the Shadow Army, which is the name Sheffield has given the army.

Shadows are hidden in the dark.

This was Sheffield's plan from the beginning, to hide this secret army in the dark and make it completely a non-existent phantom.

For this reason, Sheffield selected a large number of elites from various units, and after a series of screenings, some of them were even fished out of military prisons by him.

These people have top-notch skills and tactics, and have the most advanced equipment, but the most important point is that they are completely loyal to Sheffield and only obey his command.

Seeing the shadow troops ravaging the terrorists' positions like a shattered one, and a large number of terrorists running away crying, Sheffield's heart was full of pleasure.

He even ordered that not a single prisoner should be kept alive, and that all terrorists who surrendered or were captured would be killed on the spot.

There was a strong smell of blood in the desolate mountain wind, Sheffield took out a cigar and stuffed it into his mouth, took out the gold-plated lighter and lit it, and took a big puff.

Not enough, not enough.

At the moment, his shadow army is only a battalion-level force, which is not suitable for his status as a general.

In Sheffield's plan, this force must have at least tens of thousands of people to barely meet his needs.

But his funds are limited, and authorization is not enough.The personnel that NATO gave him were all drawn from various countries. Although they were all elites, they were all outsiders.

Sheffield was puffing, thinking about how to expand his shadow force.

At this moment, Makarov's pupils were filled with blood, and his teeth were rattling. Those who were tortured and killed were all recruited and trained by him with great difficulty. Now they are almost about to be taken by Sheffield. He can't wait to eat them raw This guy.

However, the strength of the opponent is much stronger than him. He has less than 3000 guerrillas, all of whom are light weapons, and lack heavy weapons such as artillery and armored vehicles, let alone aircraft.

The only big ones on hand are all made by IWC, some made in Russia, some made in Europa, and even some made in America. Now they have basically been blown to pieces.

And Sheffield received the support of the rice army stationed in the Imperial Cemetery, and the bombers and attack planes in the sky almost never stopped, circling in the sky non-stop.

From time to time, a cruise missile was fired, and a ground penetrating bomb was dropped every now and then.

Under the guidance of the infantry on the ground, missiles destroyed suspicious caves one by one, and the living space of Makarov and others was continuously compressed.

In the tunnel, the surviving members were full of despair, fear spread everywhere, and they didn't know when death would come to them.

Ivan and the others were even more depressed. These reincarnators had never been so miserable before. They burrowed into the ground like mice and dared not start a fire. They could only eat cold hard compressed biscuits and drink salty water. There is no guarantee of a sufficient supply, and I am hungry and full from time to time.

Several other people looked at Ivan together. The captain of this team is their think tank, brain, and spiritual pillar.

Ivan also knew that he couldn't just sit here and wait to die. It would be a bit miserable, not having enough to eat was a trivial matter, and what was even more dangerous was that they would die in this desolate cave when a missile hit them.

It is necessary to solve this dangerous situation and survive from death.

So how should we respond?
Ivan looked at Makarov, his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking hard, how did the guys from the two camps, Makarov and Sheffield, hook up?
These two people teamed up to trap Ross and the United States, and ignited the flames of the World War. If it was all based on tacit understanding and intermediaries, it would be an insult to everyone's IQ.

There must be a channel for direct dialogue between two people.

This shows that the contradiction between the two people is not irreconcilable, and this is their turning point.

Yes, two people must start a dialogue and facilitate an agreement between the two. This is the best way to solve the current crisis.

As long as Sheffield persists in biting them and giving them a chance to breathe and develop, it is not certain who will win the game in the future.

Ivan quickly proposed this suggestion to Makarov. Makarov's eyes flickered, and he seemed very moved by this proposal.

"Then who should be sent to complete this important task?" Makarov fell into deep thought. He definitely couldn't go by himself. Wouldn't it be too unjust if Sheffield was beaten to death before meeting him?

But send other people. Sheffield will definitely not pay attention to sending nobodies there. He is afraid that sheffield will turn his face and lose important assistants.

Seeing that Makarov hadn't spoken for a long time, Ivan proposed, "Let me go, I'm sure I can convince Sheffield."

With tears in his eyes, Makarov hugged Ivan excitedly, and said emotionally: "This is too dangerous, Ivan, my brother, I can't let you take risks."

Ivan sneered in his heart, I would be sorry for your acting skills if the Oscars didn't give you an award, when the hell are you going to let me play a bitter scene.

But there is no way, the show has to go on.

Ivan also had tears in his eyes, "No, for the sake of comrades, for the organization, for our ideals and career, I have to go, otherwise we will all die here, don't be sad for me, don't cry for me..."

These words made several other reincarnations get goosebumps and felt a chill in their hearts.

But Makarov was very moved, he held Ivan's hand tightly, choked up and said: "My good brother, take this thing and tell Sheffield, if he is willing to agree to a ceasefire, I can provide him with a piece of paper at a low price." A batch of werewolf serum."

Ivan was obviously taken aback, werewolf serum?
How could Makarov have such a thing?
Could it be that he hooked up with reincarnators from other camps?
Ivan and the reincarnators immediately raised their vigilance, looked at Makarov and his men suspiciously, and guarded against this guy who stabbed them in the back.

Makarov explained: "I bought this thing from a special channel at a high price. Alas, it's cheaper than Sheffield this time."

"This thing?" Ivan frowned, "Is it the one Zakayev used?"

"Yes." Makarov simply didn't hide it at this time, "I sent my men to test it, and it was exactly the same as what Zakayev had."

Ivan was obviously stunned. If there were only a dozen or so werewolf serum potions, he could understand that they were souvenirs brought by reincarnators, but now it seems that Makarov has at least a few hundred of them.

This amount is unlikely to be brought over by reincarnators, because no one or the strength would stockpile such a large amount of special potions.

This is produced locally.

(End of this chapter)