Chapter 1339

Ye Chen and Faisal walked through the central square, and the roar of the diesel generator in their ears became more and more deafening.

Under such a large mechanical noise, it was difficult for ordinary people to communicate, so that many other sounds around them were covered up. This was a good thing for Ye Chen. Even if any accident happened during the rescue and pursuit later, it would be difficult for people outside to discover even if someone shouted.

Thus, Ye Chen asked Faisal beside him: "How long does your diesel generator set here usually work?"

Faisal hurriedly said respectfully: "Because the government army cut off our power supply here, all our electricity relies on a 50-kilowatt diesel generator set. Equipped with it is also a set of power storage equipment."

"Because the overall power consumption during the day is relatively small, we generally don't turn on the generator during the day, using power storage equipment to ensure that necessary equipment operates normally during the day. Only after dark will we turn on the generator set, mainly to supply lighting, other electrical equipment, and also to charge the power storage equipment."

"It was turned on early today, mainly because the lighting on a cloudy and rainy day is too poor."

Ye Chen asked curiously: "You have made this place brightly lit at night, aren't you afraid that the government army will send planes to bomb it?"

Faisal explained: "In Syria, whether it is the government army, the opposition, or the Kurdish armed forces, 90% of everyone's wars are ground wars. The planes in the hands of the government army have long been beaten to seven or eight out of ten. The remaining small number of old fighter jets are guarding Damascus and Daraa province in the south, and they don't dare to send them out to fight at all. Moreover, we have a large number of civilians here. If they send planes to attack indiscriminately, they will definitely arouse public anger, which will be more favorable to our opposition."

Ye Chen nodded lightly.

The war in his understanding is a modern war based on the Gulf War.

The core of modern war is the air force, with the navy and army as auxiliaries.

Just like the United States fighting Iraq, the two armies compete, and there is no need for any close combat. First, use fighter jets to fight air battles, seize air supremacy, and then use bombers carrying precision-guided bombs to destroy the enemy's key defensive forces and military industry one by one. After the other side is completely paralyzed, a large number of ground troops can kill their way in, and they can drive straight in and occupy it directly.

However, it seems now that in a place like Syria, the way of war is basically the same as the Second World War. The two armies mainly rely on ground troops to fight head-on, and the influence that the air force can exert is very small.

Ye Chen remembered that Faisal is the captain of the armored brigade, so he asked him: "Faisal, since 90% of the wars here are ground wars, your armored brigade must have an unusual status and position, right?"

Faisal nodded and said truthfully: "Our two most important forces are the armored brigade and the flight brigade. However, the flight brigade only has four armed helicopters, so the main combat power still relies on my armored brigade."

Ye Chen asked curiously: "Faisal, since you can be the captain of the armored brigade, your status in this armed force should be relatively high, right?"

Faisal hurriedly said: "In fact, my armored brigade is completely commanded and dispatched by the commander during wartime. The reason I can be the brigade captain is also because I know more about tanks, so I act more as an instructor and don't have much real power."

Ye Chen nodded lightly. Since the armored brigade is the most core combat power here, it is reasonable for it to be directly commanded and dispatched by the commander.

Led by Faisal, Ye Chen and he came to the outside of a courtyard wall built of yellow earth. At this time, the courtyard was full of noise, and the communication between people was basically shouting loudly.

Moreover, Ye Chen found that the languages they spoke were different. Some spoke English, some spoke French, and some spoke languages he didn't understand at all, which should be Arabic.

Ye Chen asked Faisal: "Don't you have a unified language here?"

Faisal shook his head: "Speaking of which, the unified language should be Arabic, but the composition of our opposition soldiers is relatively complex, so many of us don't speak Arabic."

"Some of these people have lived in other countries since they were young, and some have lived in former colonial areas, so they have spoken English or French since they were young. So the language between everyone is not completely smooth."

"Just like myself, I actually went to the United States with my parents when I was very young, and I also got a green card and served in the US Army for three years. I responded to the call and came back to join the Free Army a few years ago, so my Arabic foundation is very poor, and I can basically only communicate in English."

Ye Chen nodded. This kind of multi-language situation is like India. A considerable number of Indians don't speak Hindi, and even every state in India has its own official language. Coupled with the fact that it was once a British colony, English is also one of the official languages.

However, this chaotic language situation is relatively friendly to him. The more chaotic the language, the easier it is for him to mix in.

Thus, he said to Faisal: "After you go in later, remember to act according to the situation and don't let people see any clues."

Faisal hurriedly said: "Please rest assured, I will do my best!"

Ye Chen nodded, pointed to the courtyard gate, and said: "Go in!"

"Okay!"

Faisal stepped forward and pushed open the courtyard gate.

At this time, in the courtyard, more than a dozen soldiers with AK47s on their backs were roasting lamb around a bonfire to keep warm. On the bonfire, two lamb legs were pierced with wooden sticks, and they were sizzling with oil at this time, with a fragrant smell.

Ye Chen followed Faisal in, and a soldier recognized Faisal and blurted out: "Captain Faisal, do you want to eat some roast lamb? Ansala's mother also made some pita bread, and it will be ready soon."

Faisal waved his hand: "I won't eat. I'm here to check the situation of the hostages."

When that person heard this, he immediately smiled and said: "Captain Faisal, you are interested in those women, right? But I have to make it clear to you that the commander has given an order. Without his permission, no one can mess around!"

Faisal immediately said: "Don't talk nonsense! I'm just here to check the situation, so I can report back to the commander. Hurry up and open the entrance to the cellar!"

That person nodded hurriedly, turned around and greeted a soldier, and together they bent down to turn over a heavy wooden board from the ground. Immediately after, a staircase built of yellow earth appeared under the wooden board, and that person said respectfully to Faisal: "Captain Faisal, please come in!"

Faisal nodded with satisfaction, took Ye Chen to the entrance, and that person took out a flashlight, turned it on, and said diligently: "Captain Faisal, there are no lights on the stairs, it's relatively dark, I'll lead the way in front, you be careful under your feet!"

Faisal looked at Ye Chen, and seeing Ye Chen nodding to him secretly, he agreed and said: "Okay, you lead the way in front!"