I work as a mercenary in northern Myanmar.

Chapter 587 Road to Hell
As it involves large-scale mobilization, the Syrian military cannot move quickly.

Not to mention, the Turkish military has been continuously launching radial attacks on northern Syria based on its frontier position of Raqqa.

The Syrian government forces are facing considerable pressure, but fortunately, this does not affect the operations of the Dongfeng Corps itself.

According to the plan, they will lead an elite team, starting from Azaz, all the way eastward to Akçakale, and organize a penetrating assault along the border.

The purpose of this offensive is not to annihilate the enemy, nor to tear down the enemy's defense line on the border. They have only one goal, that is, to do everything possible to attract the firepower of the Turkish military and lure the other side to make military maneuvers in order to expose the opponent's entire military deployment.

Obviously, this was a life-threatening operation.

From Azaz to Akçakale, the total length of the border is nearly 200 kilometers.

If it is a normal maneuver, a regiment-level semi-mechanized force can complete the mobilization in less than a day.

However, this operation is essentially a fire reconnaissance, and a large number of small-scale conflicts will inevitably break out during the process, and it will inevitably face encirclement and pursuit by the enemy.

Coupled with the large deployment of Turkish troops on the border, air strikes and artillery bombardments are likely to accompany the entire combat operation.

According to Chen Chen's estimation, the attrition rate of this elite force will reach at least 80%. Almost everyone will die, and only a very small number of people will survive because of the unpredictable factor of "luck".

It is no exaggeration to say that the road they are about to take is a road to hell.

Such actions should not exist unless necessary.

However, since it exists, it proves that its significance is quite significant.

On the premise that the Syrian government forces have completed the deployment of troops and firepower according to the predetermined plan, obtaining more detailed intelligence on the enemy can provide support for subsequent logistics supply strategies, and also enable battlefield commanders to more clearly understand the combat pressure faced by their troops, thereby ensuring that after the war breaks out, they can deploy troops in a more precise manner and maximize the use of limited troops.

This is the most primitive but also the most effective option that the Syrian government forces can make in the absence of other reconnaissance means.

All the soldiers participating in this operation are human sensors, and their eyes are human cameras. They will burn their lives to make up for the gap in technology and equipment levels.
Standing in front of the team ready to go, Chen Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

He did not make any exciting pre-war mobilization because he knew that no one who could join this team of 400 people needed to be mobilized.

He just confirmed the equipment preparation again and counted all the weapons and ammunition again.

“20辆2S3自行火炮，10辆ZSU-23-4自行高炮，20辆武装皮卡，其中15辆配置重机枪和120迫击炮，5辆配置107火箭炮。”

"There are also 10 BMP-2 armored personnel carriers and 20 support supply vehicles, all equipped with 12.7mm caliber heavy machine guns."

"According to your request, the convoy will only carry basic medical supplies, no water or food supplies, no extra fuel, and the entire load will be reserved for ammunition and artillery shells."

"All the soldiers involved in the operation are experienced veterans. There are 60 machine gunners alone, as well as professional anti-tank soldiers from the Republican Guard."

"It can be said that these people here are the strongest fighting force that this country can mobilize in a short period of time."

"Their lives are very precious. If possible, I hope they can die less."

Su Haier on the side spoke up, while Chen Chen shook his head and replied:
"You know, casualties on the battlefield are beyond my control."

"Especially on a large-scale battlefield, the role of on-site command will be reduced to a very low level."

"Most of the time, the outcome of a battle is determined the moment the rear commander issues the order to 'start the battle.'"

"The limit we can achieve is to ensure that the order is carried out to the letter."

"Do you think your soldiers can do this?"

"They certainly can."

Suhail nodded firmly, and then said:
"Anyway, I'll leave these people to you."

"You don't have to bring them back, but you do have to make their death worthwhile."

"rest assured."

Chen Chen answered casually, his eyes still fixed on the soldiers who were making final preparations.

It has to be said that the quality of this team is indeed far superior to the Syrian government soldiers Chen Chen had seen before. Their movements are clean and neat, and their actions are orderly, but under the slightly tight order, everyone appears to be quite relaxed.

It was as if they were not going to die, but to participate in a grand military parade.

This kind of temperament is common among the elite of any country and any army.

This made Chen Chen feel relieved a little, and in the last free time before departure, Su Haier said something irrelevant as if he had some feelings.

"I actually envy you - or rather, I admire you."

"why?"

Chen Chen asked curiously:
"You are a soldier with a good family background. According to the current trend, you are likely to become the second-in-command of the Syrian military in a very short time."

"If this war is won, you will become a national hero."

"Someone like you, do you still need to envy me?"

Hearing Chen Chen's words, Su Haier smiled and replied:
"Yes, I can be a hero, but I am not destined to be a legend."

"Look at you - in three years, you have grown from an unknown mercenary to the most important Black Glove in the world - sorry, it's the Security Group. You have risen too fast."

"Look at what you are doing now. You can put forward your own strategy at the most important military operations seminar in a country, and it can be recognized by the vast majority of people."

"You can personally command a battle that may change the fate of this country. As an 'outsider', you can let the proud soldiers here sacrifice their lives for you."

"It can be said that your business scope has already surpassed the traditional PMC and even the limits that a giant like MPRI can achieve."

"Of course, if we look at absolute strength, you are still far behind MPRI."

"But in terms of influence alone, I'm afraid you are already on par with them."

"If this isn't legendary, then what is?"

"tsk"

Chen Chen shook his head subconsciously and replied:

"It's just that it's nice to be under a big tree and take shelter from the elements. To be honest, I didn't expect you to think so highly of me."

"It's not just me."

Suhail said seriously:

"After the missile is successfully launched, you are no longer just the leader of a PMC."

"So... what I actually want to say is that as a legend, I don't want you to die here."

"This mission is very dangerous. Think carefully and come back alive!"

".This kind of last-minute sentimentality usually doesn't end well."

Chen Chen couldn't help but rolled his eyes, then said:
"Okay, that's it."

"We're leaving."

"Don't worry, I know my own value, and I won't die here so easily."

"To be honest, this may be my last time on the battlefield, so I will try my best to end this battle in a 'win' way."

"clear."

Su Haier stood at attention and saluted Chen Chen.

Chen Chen stood there in a daze, not knowing how to react for a moment.

He knew that from this moment on, Su Haier truly recognized his identity as a "soldier" and no longer a "mercenary". After hesitating for a few seconds, Chen Chen finally reached out, patted Su Haier's shoulder, and took down his tense arm.

Then, he shook hands with Suhail calmly, pointed to the soldiers ready to go not far away, and said:

"Don't salute me."

"give them."

On the other side, Gaziantep.

A C-17 strategic transport plane landed at the Owuzeli military airport. After the hatch opened, soldiers armed with live ammunition filed out.

Even without looking at this iconic transport plane, bystanders can easily draw an indisputable conclusion from the goggles on the soldiers' faces, the night vision goggles on their helmets, and the weapons in their hands:

This team is 100 percent from that free country.

And this is exactly the case. The transport plane took off from Iraq six hours ago and, after a complex flight route, delivered a team of more than 6 people to Turkey.

The team's main members are MPRI mercenaries who were once stationed in Iraq, but the composition is not uniform.

Seemingly out of place with the "country bumpkins" of MPRI is a most elite and mysterious force.

DEVGRU.

DEVGRU on the battlefield in Iraq.

There were only 24 of them, but each of them exuded a murderous and bloody smell. Even their comrades standing on the same side as them deliberately avoided close contact with them.

Although, they seemed to be extremely friendly.

Looking at the soldiers who were gradually dispersing, DEVGRU leader Donnie, who had just stepped off the plane, shook his head helplessly and said to the team members beside him:

"Bottle Cap, these brothers don't seem to like us very much, do you know what's going on?"

The DEVGRU member called Bottle Cap, who was wearing a skull mask, nodded and replied:

"I know."

"You know? So why?"

"Because we are the symbol of death."

".We have always been a symbol of death, but this has never happened before."

"I thought the other Army brothers had been welcoming us."

"No."

Bottle Cap interrupted Donnie and continued:

"We are now a symbol of the death of our friendly forces."

"Don't you know? Over the past year or so, our success rate has been less than 30%, and every failed operation has basically been accompanied by heavy casualties."

"So now they all regard us as disaster stars. To be honest, it's hard for anyone to smile at such disaster stars."

".Is it that exaggerated?"

Donnie asked incredulously.

"It's really that exaggerated - you know, ordinary infantrymen, their cultural level is not high."

“They believe in religion more than science.”

"And believing in religion often turns into superstition."

"Unfortunately, 'special forces have bad luck' is the biggest superstition at this stage."

Bottle Cap spoke in a serious tone, and although his expression could not be seen, Donny could still feel his "serious" demeanor.

Therefore, Donnie could only smile helplessly, spread his hands and said:

"Well, it seems that this is not my problem."

"At first I thought it was because our treatment was so much better than theirs that it aroused their jealousy."

“That’s one of the reasons.”

Bottle Cap spoke again:

"Why else do you think we didn't have a special plane this time, but had to squeeze into the same plane with them to fly to Turkey?"

"This is the first step of reform. I estimate that from this point on, our days will not be so easy."

"Damn it."

Donnie sighed, paused for a moment and then said:

"But I heard that this is not the final result."

"Tactical reform does not mean completely abandoning the original organization and combat system. If we can play a role in this operation, perhaps we can win more attention."

"So, the opportunity is here, isn't it?"

"Indeed."

Bottle Cap nodded again and asked:
"So what's your plan? Are you really going to follow their orders exactly as they say?"

"As you know, JSOC will no longer be involved in the command of this operation, but can only provide limited 'advice' after the operation begins."

"This is not a wise approach. Those people in the army don't understand our style, nor do they know much about our capabilities. Perhaps they will use us as an elite ranger team on the spot."

"Can you accept this result?"

"Nothing is unacceptable."

Donnie smiled slightly, turned to look at the MPRI soldiers gathering in the distance, and then replied:

"You are no longer a rookie who just came out of the training camp. There is one thing you should have learned a long time ago."

"Winning or losing is not important. Winning or losing is not important. Battle damage? Even less important."

"What matters is whether the superior's orders can be carried out to the letter - whether they are right or wrong."

"So, we just have to do what they ask us to do."

"They want us to open a breakthrough in Azaz, so we will open a breakthrough in Azaz."

“They want us to cooperate with MPRI, so we will cooperate with MPRI.”

"Don't worry, there won't be any fierce battles ahead."

"The Syrian government forces are trying to spread their front lines, which means that every point we attack is their weak point."

"Just treat it as a show battle - or, a teaching battle?"

"Anyway, in six hours, everything will be over."

"By that time, we should already be standing in the ruins of Azaz, waiting for the Turkish army to take over."

(End of this chapter)