The dead have passed away, and the living still have to fight to the end for the unknown future.

A nuclear explosion would not only cost the lives of 30,000 Marines, but also the pride and arrogance of the American people!

Al-Assad's act of detonating a nuclear bomb shocked Americans and filled them with endless anger.

Especially Lieutenant General Sheffield, the commander of the Middle East region who commanded this operation, wanted to immediately find the person who caused all this, cut his body into thousands of pieces, crush his bones and spread ashes as a sacrifice to the souls of 30,000 soldiers in heaven.

However, they were unable to immediately send troops again to exact revenge on Alassad and even Zakayev.

What the United States lost was 30,000 elite soldiers, not 30,000 bullets, let alone 30,000 US dollars!

Not only the funerals of the fallen soldiers, but also the public opinion at home and abroad have kept the bureaucrats in the White House busy.

In this way, the important task of capturing Alassad fell on the shoulders of the British side.

To be more precise, it falls on the shoulders of the S.A.S. 22nd Battalion...

...

The third hour after the nuclear explosion.

Credenhill, tactical room.

Under the light, in front of a planning board with topographic maps and various photos, Captain Price, wearing a bunny hat, his beard trembling slightly, and his expression full of seriousness:

"Americans were deceived by Al-Assad and suffered heavy losses."

"That coward is not in the Middle East, but somewhere else!"

Tapping a satellite terrain map on the planning board, Price continued:

"Based on the intelligence provided by our informants, we have obtained the location of Alassad's safe house in Azerbaijan, and he is very likely to be there!"

"And our mission this time is very simple. Go to Azerbaijan and capture Alassad!"

"In addition, the Americans also sent a Marine Corps team to join this operation. So, be very alert and don't lose the face of S.A.S!"

"Is there a problem?"

There was total silence in the room.

"Very good, meet at the airport in ten minutes!"

This time to Azerbaijan, S.A.S sent two elite teams, AB.

Together with the American team led by Sergeant Griggs, a British-American joint action team of twelve people was formed.

The team's field command was assumed by Captain Price of the S.A.S.

In order to ensure the success rate of this operation, the British and American sides also requested nearby air support from the Mauritian government forces.

The three parties unite and have only one goal, Alassad!

...

Mission code: Hideout

Time: 2 o'clock in the morning.

Location:Northern Azerbaijan

Task executor: British-American Joint Action Team

Under the dark night, at an abandoned gas station outside a village in North Azerbaijan, Price and others met with the government troops who came to meet them.

"Captain Price, Alassad is on the farm in the village, and the extremists are protecting him."

After confirming the information, Price waved his hand and commanded:

"Very good, start taking action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and walked slowly along the winding path towards the nearest building.

As soon as they approached the outskirts of the village, bursts of gunfire and faint screams came from inside.

In the dark night, it seemed particularly harsh.

"What on earth is happening here?!" Gates, who was following Price, couldn't help but ask.

"They are extremists, they are killing villagers!"

"Huh, they won't be able to do that soon..."

Price, who was half-crouching in the grass with a stern face, did not forget to give instructions through the radio:

"Team A and Team C, follow my instructions and rush in along the left side of the village. Team B, follow me and rush in from the right side. All units pay attention to any armed enemies you see..."

"Kill without mercy!"

This last sentence is full of murderous intent!

The overall structure of the village resembles a defensive position built on a hillside.

On the outside are the villagers' houses, and deeper inside, in the center of the village is a church.

Different buildings, with the church as the center, spread to the surrounding areas.

After being occupied by extremists, the entire village was no longer as bustling as before and seemed particularly deserted.

In order to successfully reach the farm located in the innermost part of the village, there are only two options. One is to clear all enemies in the village.

The other one used the cover of night and buildings to bypass the enemy's defense line from both sides of the village and directly raid the farm.

Originally, Price's choice was the latter.

However, this time, the tactics of stealth assassination encountered strong obstacles!

"Woof woof woof!"

Accompanied by the barking, several ferocious-looking Caucasian military dogs sprang out from nowhere and rushed straight towards Team B and others who were lurking in the darkness of the house.

There was no other way. Faced with the vicious dogs coming towards them, everyone could only shoot and kill them.

It doesn't matter if you shoot. The weapons used for shooting are all equipped with silencers and will not make too much noise.

However, once discovered by the enemy and the military dogs have stopped moving, they will definitely search. In this way, the traces of Team B and others will inevitably be exposed.

Listening to the hurried footsteps getting closer, Price made a quick decision and immediately issued an order:

"Team A, Team C, break in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots like exploding beans were heard from the west side of the village.

The fierce gunfire caused the enemies who were searching in the direction of the house to immediately turn around and rush towards the site of the exchange of fire.

Taking this opportunity, Team B entered the house from the basement, checked through the window and confirmed the enemy troops in the village, and continued to pour towards the west side of the village.

Seeing that the stealth style could not continue, Price was also a bachelor, so he directly chose another method.

"Team A, Team C, keep fighting, hold on to your position as much as possible, we will cut into the battlefield from the flank!"

"receive!"

After ending the communication, Price waved his hand, and his hoarse voice was full of determination:

"Come on, let's go give those bastards some color!"

Under the leadership of Price, several members of Team B hid in the darkness and slowly approached the site of the firefight.

Along the way, if they encounter any armed enemy, Lu Qi and Soap, who hold silenced sniper rifles in their hands, will shut up the enemy forever before they can react.

Arriving at a house about a hundred feet away from the firefight, Price immediately turned to Soap behind him and said after distinguishing the positions of friendly forces and enemies based on the muzzle flash and the number of people.

"Soap, set attack coordinates!"

"receive!"

Brother Soap took out a handheld beacon from the tactical backpack on his waist, turned on the infrared ray on the instrument, and pointed it at the enemy's location a hundred meters away for three seconds.

Soon, a strong vodka-flavored English message came over the radio:
Chapter completed!