In a bay on the northeast of Gotland Island, there was originally a chemical plant and a small town. However, due to environmental protection issues in the Baltic Sea, the plant was shut down, transforming this place into a no-man's land.

The Norwegian Jorgenson Mayo stood on a water tower in the abandoned town, observing several excavators digging trenches on the outskirts of the town...

A large group of East Asians in black mercenary uniforms busily worked around the town and chemical plant.

They were organized, moved orderly, and appeared professional in trench and battle line setups, although some aspects were a bit unrealistic. Still, Jorgenson Mayo knew these people were definitely professional soldiers.

Jorgenson Mayo once served as a commander in the Norwegian Army and later joined the 'Executor' team of the Lake Belga Foundation, pursuing the foundation's interests globally.

Upon agreed retirement, Jorgenson Mayo returned to the Baltic Sea area and established a small military contracting company.

Thanks to Lake Belga Foundation's care, he secured numerous deals in Poland and the Baltic Three Fools.

His presence was visible in pipeline construction, protection, and demolition, even once accepting a German commission to participate in Nord Stream's construction security, significantly contributing to land relocation issues.

However, as the American Government shifted strategy, forcing the Lake Belga Foundation to follow suit, the implementation plan to leech off Russia's energy sector became untenable.

Last year, Jorgenson Mayo unexpectedly received a commission requesting him to go undercover as a minority shareholder into Fatal Strike Group and discreetly accepted a Pentagon commission training Ukrainian military personnel in Poland and Sweden.

Behind the scenes, through Chauvin's operational maneuvering, he received a covert mission commission from the CIA.

A commission of 50 million US Dollars, the funds all sourced from CIA's secret projects, tasked him to install a remote bomb on the Nord Stream Pipeline under military exercise cover and then await orders on Gotland Island to detonate the bomb.

As a soldier turned businessman, Jorgenson felt there wasn't much issue with his actions...

But a piece of news five days ago plunged him into immense panic...

P.B. arrived, and Gotland Island was to become a battlefield between P.B. and the Lake Belga Foundation, positioning him as an isolated force within the exercise script.

He needed to hold out until reinforcements arrived, then launch a pincer attack on P.B.'s forces, annihilating them on Gotland Island.

Having joined Fatal Strike nearly a year, Jorgenson had some understanding of P.B., knowing exactly what this company had done on battlefields worldwide.

He didn't originally believe he could wait until reinforcements arrived, but two secretly arrived 600-strong teams gave him a bit of confidence.

These were troops from the Marine Corps of Island Nation. Their numbers weren't large, but they were well-equipped, and their combat desire was intensely strong.

On the first day of arrival, they scattered gold dollars in the densely populated western part of Gotland Island, purchasing substantial machinery and installing informants at the western dock where P.B. landed.

Their trench digging efforts around seemed aimed at leveraging the abandoned town and chemical plant to form horns, confronting P.B.'s troops head-on.

Jorgenson received external intelligence, learning how much ammunition P.B. transported onto the island...

Retreat was not considered an option for him. Despite not believing his forces could withstand P.B.'s assault, with assistance from these Island Nation troops, delaying P.B. and covering reinforcements landing - he felt there was hope.

Gazing at the electronic map in his hand, Jorgenson marked an ideal landing spot in the southeastern shallow of Gotland Island and told a nearby young man with curly brown hair, "Calu, inform Headquarters we can't hold for too long...

They must complete landing within the first 8 hours of battle; otherwise, we'll abandon positions."

Young Calu listened, surprised, "Boss, isn't 8 hours a bit too... Even if they complete landing within 8 hours, without distractingly focusing attention away from P.B., the landing troops can't successfully launch a pincer attack.

Boss, this time headquarters has mobilized many people; P.B. can't win. As long as we persist, we can..."

Jorgenson looked at Calu, who still carried a strong military aura, and shook his head, saying, "We're only alive if there's a future, only alive to enjoy the fruits of victory.

That Hu Lang is a person who bears grudges. Our mission here is to destroy Nord Stream and make P.B. take the blame; they won't show us any mercy.

142, 148, 147, these three highways form a combat zone of merely 750 square kilometers. P.B. isn't sending special forces but regular troops. They'll intensify the war to a level we can't bear."

Upon hearing this, Calu furrowed his brows, saying, "According to intelligence from Sweden, judging by the number of vehicles from P.B. organization, they're expected to dispatch at most 3000~3500 people onto the island...

Although their weaponry is excellent, our reinforcements outnumber them...

Indians, Gurkhas, Estonian mercenaries, Georgian mercenaries, Executors, and even a team of expatriated Ukrainian mercenaries...

Total reinforcements might exceed 8000 people, and we have NATO's naval and air forces for cover; from every angle, we won't lose!"

Upon hearing this, Jorgenson shook his head and said, "Calu, I believe in Lake Belga Foundation's influence, but you must understand, they're just our employers...

We complete our tasks, then receive payment, which certainly does not include dying in battle unwilling to retreat...

Stow your inner military honor; this is just work!"

As he spoke, Jorgensen watched a pickup truck drive up to the base of the water tower. A short officer from the Island Nation got out of the car and waved toward him...

Jorgensen showed a smile, warmly waving to indicate that he would come down soon, and then put away his smile in the instant he turned around...

"The people sent by the Island Nation's 'Divine Descent Group' are all madmen. They've brainwashed themselves into becoming their master's vicious dogs.

Remember, don't argue with them later, give the important positions all to them..."

As he spoke, Jorgensen reached out and patted Calu on the arm, who was in a daze, and said, "Calu, mercenaries have no honor, only life, death, and profit.

Our boss underestimated P·B, but we're the ones paying the price!

We're merely numbers on the boss's account sheet, 'numbers' only need to focus on the present, not take responsibility for the boss's future."

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Joe Ga met a few batches of allied forces who came to greet him at the command center of the base while the P·B soldiers boarded the ship heading to Gotland Island…

The Swedish military, being the host, didn't dare to make a sound, they must also assist in evacuating the few residents within the designated combat zone on Gotland Island.

Compared to Sweden, Germany's performance was more brave this time. They sent Major General Klein and Keller, who had cooperated with Joe Ga in Munich, from the Federal General Staff.

Klein greeted Joe Ga and then took the staff group by helicopter to the NATO directorate, while Keller stayed behind as an observer.

This guy will command the 20 Puma Infantry Fighting Vehicles and 120 KSK sponsored by Shah, assisting P·B in defending against attacks on 'Saint Petersburg Base'.

As a right-wing officer, Keller was overly excited, his belligerence surpassing most of the allies.

Within the NATO community, only Greece demonstrated full sincerity...

Greece's elite special forces 'Spartans' were sent by a transport plane to the Saab Training Center, and they handed over command of the Spartans to P·B, then arranged representatives to NATO directorate, ready to intervene at any time.

Yet the size of Germany and Greece in this exercise was really too small, Joe Ga needs to mainly entertain several big-wigs from the Middle East, as well as the Heavenly Troops disguised as Pakistan Air Force...

'Three Yellow Chickens' and 'Rooster' gathered in Sweden, both mobilized all their resources to assist Qing Shan in building a strategic command center.

Now P·B has 8 orbital communication satellites, many unmanned airships will ascend when the battle starts, accompanied by communications drones sponsored by 'Mother' as a supplement...

The two have cooperated many times in secret, only needing modification in module construction and underlying communication logic to link these equipment together and form combat power.

Joe Ga pulled a group of wealthy buddies, standing at the entrance of a data center that looked like a cyber cafe...

'Three Yellow Chickens', busy to the point of not touching the ground, saw the boss arriving, loudly instructed a few technicians to carefully check the lines, then walked to the entrance himself...

'Three Yellow Chickens' smiled at several bigwig friends, then pulled Joe aside, wiping the sweat off his forehead, saying: "Boss, Qing Shan and the others are in a meeting, if you have something urgent with him, I'll notify him right away..."

Joe Ga smiled and nodded to 'Three Yellow Chickens', the guy's words were polite, implying that he felt Qing Shan didn't need to waste time with the Middle Eastern friends who came.

The prowess of strategic support forces' temps is not understood even if insiders show it to you.

Joe Ga could sense Prince Shah Dewali beside him was a bit disappointed, he smiled and patted the guy's arm, handed a document to 'Three Yellow Chickens', then looked at Dewali and said: "Brother, if you're really interested, you can apply for VIP seating here during the exercise.

Though I personally think it doesn't mean much...

This thing is the power of a system, just those bits Shah has, no need to mess with such high-end digital reconnaissance and command systems...

It's better to invest money in my Warrior Space Center, my first lunar landing spacecraft will launch in two months. If you sponsor enough, there's no problem with printing Shah's national flag on the robots.

The lunar landing robot can be P·B's, or it can belong to everyone..."

Dewali was stunned by the words, just as he was about to say something, 'Three Yellow Chickens' suddenly jumped as if pricked by a needle, saying in disbelief: "9000 people, how is this possible?

They can't possibly send that many people to the island...

Where did you get this intelligence?"

Joe Ga spread his hands, smiling and said: "The NATO people disguised themselves as journalists and have figured out our details thoroughly, why can't we?"

'Three Yellow Chickens' said incredulously: "The NATO command is on the British aircraft carrier, they have 3 available air bases in Germany, Denmark, and Georgia...

How could you keep an eye on so many places?"

Joe Ga smiled slyly and said: "That's a trade secret..."