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Is it still confusing? To put it simply, Zhang Shi International, who chose to accept the employment of the Asian and American side, will go to a place called Kelbajar in the Naka region to beat the Azerbaijani and native chickens.

However, they can't get any help, because the Asian-Americans have actually lost, the elite military of national defense refuses to obey the president's dispatch, and Tuji and Aser have forced the Asian-Americans to the negotiating table.

Seeing that they are about to cede all their actual control areas in the Naka region, including Kelbajar District, Agdam District, and Lachin District.

However, there are still civilians living in those areas, but some of them have already fallen under the control of the Asai people. Mu Feng's goal is to recapture those areas, and then capture the other party's senior officers.

But these areas will eventually fall into the hands of Asai and Tuji, and those Asian-Americans will still have to burn their houses in tears and leave their homes.

But it sounds pitiful, but in fact the Asian-Americans themselves are not innocent, and the dispute between the two countries in the Naka region is an inexplicable mess.

The ridiculous thing is that the outcome of the war between the two countries is not controlled by their own people at all.

Proxy wars are like this. Whether you win or lose on the frontal battlefield depends not on your strength, but on the competition of the big powers behind you.

Even if Mufeng Shenwei wins a large area, he will only be greeted by more troops from Asai and local chickens, and the intervention of the "International Column" has already followed.

This is no longer the past. It is not an era where a powerful army can change the situation of a war and determine the outcome of a war.

Unless you have the ability to beat up the international column, and instantly disable the tentacles of the gangsters behind them who have extended into this area, the war will only continue.

This is the powerlessness of the times.

Different from small fights like Wu Mi, wars, international situations, and huge changes are no longer subverted by individual abilities. At least the current Mufeng does not have the power to change the entire world.

Mu Feng, who got off the car, soon met Colonel Nabidi, the senior officer in a brown camouflage uniform and a red beret, who received Mu Feng impatiently in front of the barracks.

He really didn't understand why mercenaries came here at this time and joined them. Basically everyone knows that they have lost, and these war hounds can't get any benefits here.

In fact, this was not hired by Captain Nabidi. The other party was directly forced by his boss. I also knew that his boss had accepted bribes and let in mercenaries who should not have come in.

"Hello, Captain, we are the Zhangshi International Security Company hired."

Mu Feng extended his hand towards Captain Napidi in a friendly manner, and communicated with him in extremely proficient Asian-American

Captain Nabidi was stunned for a moment, probably because he was surprised by Li Mingqing's strange attire, and that the other party could speak such a small country like his own.

"Your troop numbers have been issued, and your task is to assist us in attacking the city of Kelbajar—hey, it's just pretending."

Captain Nabidi laughed at himself, probably because the other party is proficient in his native language, and his attitude is much more friendly

"Why are you here? You should know that we have already lost this war."

"Perhaps—not necessarily." Mu Feng smiled.

"Perhaps you still have a turning point. Who knows the outcome until the last moment of the war?"

"Hey, just twenty-five of you? Dude, do you think every single one of you is Captain America?"

Captain Nabidi sneered, glanced at the military truck behind him, and shook his head

The small security company with twenty-five mercenaries basically didn't directly intervene in the war. They just picked up people like escorts, twenty-five people, and filled the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, and even the bubbles couldn't come out.

Anyway, Nabidi couldn't understand the thinking of this Australian-Song man anyway, anyway, he just gave him a title and didn't care about anything.

"You have to prepare your own materials and station. In short, you can do whatever you want, just don't violate the rules here."

Captain Nabidi didn't bother to say anything more, left a few words casually and left.

"Boss, is this our ally?"

Mu Shang, who got off the car, looked at the barracks in the distance, those lazy soldiers were unwilling to maintain even the most basic drills, and frowned.

"They are not our allies...and they won't be." Mu Feng glanced at the group of soldiers and said calmly

"We can't get anything here. Except for a friendly identification, no supplies, no money, nothing. But it doesn't matter, we are not here to help any side win the war."

He slowly clenched his right fist and sneered.

"Let's go tonight and catch them off guard!"

...

As a multi-conflict zone, there are United Nations garrisons near the Naka region. In addition to the three countries that have moved in earlier, Huaguo and Australia and Song Dynasty have also stationed two troops symbolically.

Their task is to monitor that the war between Azerbaijan and Asia and the United States does not affect civilians. Of course, this is theoretically said. Most of the international peacekeeping forces are doing this kind of "humanitarianism".

The humanitarian protection of civilians is one thing, and the sale of weapons to the warring parties is another. This is not in conflict, is it?

The maintenance force protects your civilians, and then sells weapons to the rebels who oppose the government army. The famous joke is the joke about the Sudanese region. Originally, the government forces almost wiped out the rebels, but when the international column arrived, the rebels instantly acquired countless new weapons, which made it impossible for the government troops to lift their heads.

International hooligans selling arms is really not a matter of justice or injustice, or they are justice-it is not the United Nations that gives them power, but they give the United Nations power. It is not international law that binds them, but they make international law.

The garrisons of the adjacent Australian Song Dynasty and Huaguo both discovered a strange thing today. Through the identification of the enemy and the enemy, they found an Asian and American military truck heading towards the occupied area of ​​​​Kelbajar.

Yes, just a military truck.

They contacted each other symbolically, and after getting a normal response, they didn't bother to pay attention to anything.

The main controllable management here is to look at Maozi and the bald eagle, they just come here to make up the numbers, buy and sell weapons, go to the theater, protect and protect civilians, and then there is nothing left.

It is not their turn to intervene in the outcome of the war.

What is outrageous is that this military truck actually crossed the front line all the way and came directly to the vicinity of Kelbajar.

At this moment, even Maozi, who was dull in military satellites, realized something was wrong, and quickly contacted the front line of Asia and the United States, and the answer he got was-this is a troop of the Australian Song Security Company, with only 25 people?

что? Are they crazy? What is a security company doing at night in a disputed area? Are you courting death?

This incident was too strange, even too funny, but it didn't matter, because no one believed that twenty-five people could make a fortune.

...

Outside the military truck, twenty-five mercenaries lined up, and in front of them was a power armor about three meters high.

After unfolding, the power armor is like a demon god of black iron, emitting a chilling light in the moonlit woodland at night, and the crimson hood is like a ripple-like bloody light path.

"I don't want to say too much, I can only say I wish you all good fortune."

Mu Feng didn't say any more nonsense. At this moment, there is no need for any nonsense here.

Stay alive and win it all! Fail, sleep here forever!

The back of the power armor slowly opened, like a blooming flower, Fang Shan took a deep breath and walked into it.

The power armor closed slowly, the light in front of him suddenly lit up, and the neural VR device projected on the retina and directly connected to the brain made everything in front of him suddenly clear.

The world seems to be surrounded by countless circulating data, or in other words, the world has become everything connected by data.

"Same taste..."

Fang Shan in the power armor breathed the familiar smell in the power armor, like fresh oranges, soaking the spirit and soothing the brain.

The same interface, the same taste, the same scene, the same goal.

But it is precisely because everything is the same as the goal of the VR device drill that Fang Shan feels genuinely nervous.

Because what happens next will no longer be a show, but a real... war.

There will be fresh lives that will be terminated by them. As the price of stepping into this battlefield, the soldiers have fulfilled their obligation to kill, so they will naturally bear the price of being killed.

"No. 1, the preparations are complete, and the system-wide re-inspection is complete!"

"No. 2, the maintenance is complete, and the system-wide re-inspection is complete!"

Only the most basic numbers represent the names of these soldiers, and they do not need special names. They are different from Fang Shan and Mu Shang, and only those who have shown value and courage in this war are eligible to receive their titles.

"Monsoon, the full-armed re-inspection is complete."

Mulsanne's slightly frivolous voice resounded on the entire channel. His equipment is the most special. His power armor is a head smaller than everyone else's. It is not so much a power armor as it is a battle suit that wraps his body. The dark close-fitting armor allows him to appear and disappear under the night, and the phantom particle scattering device wrapped around his body allows him to hide his figure for a short time and block all scanning and signals around him.

As the captain, Foehn Fangshan, is equipped with the heaviest weapons, except for a full-featured heavy rifle, a heavy-duty armor-piercing thermal knife, several high-explosive fragmentation grenades, and a mid-range bolt gun. In addition, there is the most special equipment on his back.

Mega Particle Bazooka.

It is loaded with only one Mega particle rocket, and its only function is to spread a large number of Minovsky particles within a radius of three to five kilometers at the moment of explosion, turning this area into any satellite and 'Uncharted territory' where even radar can't capture observations

There are not many such good things in Mufeng's hands. Although he has a solid understanding of Minovsky physics under the teaching and discussion of Vegapunk, he is limited by his conditions and abilities. Build a nuclear fusion reactor that actually produces Minovsky particles.

These mega-particle rockets are all the result of the accumulation of particles generated by semi-finished reactors. On the earth, at least for now, Mu Feng has not found a safe place for him to experiment with the manufacture of Minovsky reactors. The place.

But you don't need such a thing to deal with the Asai army, but... just in case.

"The target is the Assyrian military command in Kelbajar, and the ultimate goal is to capture the opponent's senior officer, Colonel Xavier Abiyev."

Mu Feng repeated the goals and orders again on the radio

"Attention, this Colonel Xavier is the nephew of Minister of Defense of Aser. I ask you not to hurt him, but to capture him alive. You must not attack or even kill him, understand?"

"Understood x25."

"Then, I wish everyone prosperous martial arts!"

Twenty-five pitch-black shadows disappeared into the jungle under the cover of night, just like countless rehearsals in the VR equipment, heading towards Kelbajar, a small city in the mountains, through a blind spot of vision.

And Mu Feng, after watching them disappear for half an hour, took a deep breath, helped himself climb onto the celebrity helmet, and opened the live broadcast room.

In an instant, this live broadcast room, which had caused headaches for countless live broadcast websites, was opened again, and a bunch of people were brought into this live broadcast room through the forced binding link in an instant.

"??? What's going on? Am I watching the video of the gold medal chef's dinner?"

"That's weird, this isn't the kobold's live broadcast room, rua!"

"Wait, isn't this the fascist leader who preached massacres on the Internet..."

Mu Feng didn't bother to look at those bullet screens, there was no doubt that 80% of them would be spraying him in various ways. But this is also reasonable, and he doesn't care.

After all, what happens next will be even more exciting.

"Everyone in front of the screen, I am Li Mingqing. I haven't seen you for several months. I miss you very much."

Mu Feng imitated Bodordo's gentle and calm voice and smiled softly.

"Just after thinking about it again and again, I feel that continuing to make animation videos is no longer suitable for my future career planning, so next, I will show it to you."

"It's real war."

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Chapter 148 42. The King of War

"??? I'm afraid you've lost your mind!"

"One thing to say, although this guy's three views are not correct, but the video he made is really good..."

"There is nothing to wash, as long as the thing he made out of OOC, no matter how good it is, it is rubbish with bad views!"

The bullet screens floating in the live broadcast rooms of various video sites were so noisy because of Mu Feng, Mu Feng paused for half a minute, smiled and said

"I know that you don't know much about the new live broadcast content I mentioned, so... let's change the scene."

"You will soon know what my new live content is."

In an instant, the camera switched to the interface of Fang Shan, who was at the forefront.

It was the mountain forest in the dark night. On the three-dimensional map, a planned shortest route leads directly to the dead-end area protected by the city. Aser's satellite detection in Kerabajar is almost non-existent and it is impossible to detect power armor. The radar detection and defense network of ultra-small targets makes it possible to attack the camp in the middle of the night.

"Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve..."

Fang Shan counted the time silently in his heart, just like he had practiced in the VR device countless times, and the tactical indicators of the battle were accurate to the second.

Until the last second, he stopped on a steep hillside, and turned up to the short-distance road leading directly to the target camp, which meant that the real approach station was about to begin.

"Start the vector jetpack, turn on the full video recording, turn on the auxiliary aiming interface, turn on the thermal detection, and release the radio silence."

The pitch-black giant with a height of about three meters slowly raised his head, but the audience in the live broadcast room looked at all this from another angle.

"??? Is this a movie?"

"Power armor? Master Chief? Is this going to enter the film and television industry again?"

"No, this place seems to be on Naka's side... What's the situation?"

The viewers randomly captured by the system in the live broadcast room are not limited to Asians, but some are international viewers browsing on major video websites.

The vector nozzle device on the back of the power armor sprayed out a faint blue flame, with great propulsion pushing the ton-heavy giant into the sky, and here, you can already see the searchlight in the dark night Ray of military camps.

"Move out!!!"

Fang Shan headed towards the military camp without hesitation, the blue flames of the spout became so conspicuous in the dark night.

The scout patrolling at the observation position was stunned for a moment, and then immediately pressed the alarm. The piercing siren resounded throughout the night sky, waking up all the Azerbaijani soldiers stationed in the entire town.