Yes, this is a combat conference.

Although there was no soldier sitting on the ground in the wide room, and none of them seemed to be able to go to the battlefield, as a backbone of the Syrian Liberal Party, the current situation in the entire country is caused by these people, and it seems that they will continue to be influenced by them.

At Rahman's instructions, someone first reported the domestic combat situation. The middle-aged man with a mustache talked about the attacks of the Free Army on the western Syrian city of Hama, and told the audience how the BM-21 rocket launcher of the Free Army turned the city into a sea of ​​fire. Naturally, everyone here knew that after the previous fierce attack, the Free Army had controlled this city (or ruins) not far from the Syrian coastline. Now, as long as you continue to move south and capture the important city near Lebanon, Homs can completely cut off the Syrian government's maritime passage:

"I believe everyone is very clear that most of the government's weapons, ammunition and other materials are shipped from sea. If we can capture Holmes within a week and cut off this supply line, the significance will naturally be extraordinary."

"Very good. So gentlemen, what about the situation in the east?"

Gurgling two sips of hookah, Rahman picked up the exquisitely shaped crystal cup, squinted his eyes and looked at another Liberal backbone beside him.

Seeing the leader's gaze, the young man with black-rimmed glasses looked a little cautious, and he still felt a little restrained in front of the leader of the Liberal Party; before speaking, he licked his dry lips, although there was a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of him:

"The situation in the Eastern Theater Command. At present, the 'Aqsa' brigade has advanced to Nasia. However, it has not yet established its foothold there. Now it can be said that in this narrow area of ​​contacting the government forces and the Iraqi New Party, we are only one step away from cutting off the enemy's connection corridor. If air supremacy in the combat area can be guaranteed, and the 'Aidid' brigade that has been resting and recuperating in Abu Kamal before can be used, the problem can be solved within about a week."

"Very good.-Very good!"

I don’t know if it was inspired by the words of the young people or the problem of “air supremacy”, Abdul Rahman sat up straight, then stood up and clapped his hands in an exaggerated manner, "In a week, we will suppress the lifeline of the government forces from east and west. As long as we cut off their connections with the new party and those great powers, gentlemen, we will soon be able to celebrate the victory in Damascus!"

As the leader said, a burst of applause echoed in the room, but there was also a dissonant voice mixed in it. She sat in the bottom of the room with a restrained look. The bearded man in charge of the air force raised his hand hesitantly:

"His Excellency Rahman, Mansour has discussed with me before that the premise of launching a ground attack is to ensure air supremacy, but..."

"But.--but what, my sir?"

"Well……"

Maybe he felt the invisible oppression in Rahman's words. The man looked at the young man sitting in the head with guilt, named Mansour, with a few guilty concerns, "Hiss. Although we have been supporting Turkey's allies recently and have received more supplies, the previous attack on the Damascus controlled area has consumed a lot of fighter jets and lost a lot of manpower. - Ah, of course, it's okay for the time being. A group of newly recruited pilots have entered the country smoothly; but in terms of fighter jets... In terms of fighter jets, I have not explained to you that there were very few fighter jets left from the government forces at the beginning of the operation, and the supply of accessories for these "Raptors" fighters left by the government forces is also very problematic-"

"Ah, my dear Mr. Hassan Khalid."

With some impatient waves, Rahmann stopped the bearded statement, walking slowly in the room, his robe twisting slightly with a little exaggerated movement:

"Do you think that if I don't report to me in time, I don't know that the sky of free power has been seriously threatened? - Ah, the Chinese people are unwilling to sell us fighter jets and accessories. That's because they don't know what business is, oh, right? But let me tell you, Hassan, I haven't been idle in Haifa for so many years. I know very well what the modern war is. Only by controlling the sky can I make a difference on the earth. I am very clear about the lessons of Saddam Hussein. In short, we need more free warriors and more fighter jets!

The assistance given by Türkiye's allies is naturally good; but in addition to the weapons and ammunition they provide, we have more powerful solutions."

“More powerful…?”

"Oh! Yes. There is no need to ask more questions, no need to ask more questions."

While speaking, Rahman had already paced back to his seat, pointing at the person present who had not spoken a word, "Then, Mr. Kharif will assign tasks to everyone next."

With Rahman's words and gestures, the present looked silently at a man sitting cross-legged beside the leader's seat, with a calm face. This young man who had never appeared in the upper class of the Liberal Party before and no one even knew the origin, still looked as usual under the eyes of everyone, and even his facial expressions did not change much when he spoke:

"The next battle will still aim to encircle government forces.

The plan for the Western Front is expected to capture Homs within one week and the army arrives at the Lebanese border to station; the plan for the Eastern Front is that the ‘Aidid’ brigade attacks southwest along the oil pipeline and occupy the Ubaira and Rutba areas within one week. After completing this phase of the mission, the next step is to eliminate the Syrian government forces and the Iraqi New Party as the goal, and the battle is scheduled to end before the end of the year and enter the war preparations against Saudi Arabia."

“…”

Although the man's plain tone had heard more than once before, it still made everyone here feel a little strange. Under Rahman's supervision, they whispered and stood up to express "to ensure that the task was completed", and then understood the action plan they received according to the map on the coffee table, but the doubts in their hearts continued to increase.

This mysterious Khalif has now become Abdul Rahman's confidant and core adviser, but where did he come from and how did he get close to and gain Rahman's trust?

Among the Liberal Party backbone here, no one can answer this question.
Chapter completed!