The Russian convoy, a total of four armored vehicles, drove out of the Latakia base and headed for the agreed location.

Colonel Seedorf personally led the team, and more than twenty heavily armed Russian special forces escorted Faisal to departure.

"You're almost free, but you don't seem too happy. ”

Seedorf Saldau.

Faisal had no trace of anger on his face, perhaps due to over-fear or the severe beatings he had received during interrogation in captivity.

He struggled to raise his head and said with difficulty, "I won't be too happy until you guys don't end your brutal interference in our country and get out of Syria." And I also know that you will kill me. You will never let me leave alive. I know what you think, I know. You are a cruel Russian executioner. ”

"It's a pity that we're here to fight international terrorism, and it's people like you. We won't leave until you're dead. ”

Colonel Seedorf smiled.

"Unless you can kill everyone, your so-called counter-terrorism will never succeed. ”

Faisal smirked.

"We will, when we have to, we will. ”

Colonel Seedorf understated.

The convoy continued to drive and had already entered the ruins of the outskirts.

"Right here, a few months ago, you were still king, and now? ”

Seedorf sighed and said, "In the past week, our warplanes have completed a total of 157 combat sorties and struck 579 targets of terrorist groups in Syria. This will continue until you are completely destroyed. No one can frighten the Russian nation. ”

"So you, like the Americans, are executioners. There are so many villages, how many schools and hospitals have been destroyed, and how many innocent civilians have been killed and wounded, who are not soldiers, just civilians. Just like I was, and in the end it was you who forced us into warriors. ”

Faisal gritted his teeth.

"You're not killing anyone? God, you extremists are pure? It's funny! This is the battlefield. There are no good people here, and there are no bad people. There are only the living and the dead. ”

Seedorf sneered.

"Win or lose, but that's it. ”

Just as he was sneering, suddenly the sky swirled, and a huge explosion rolled with the shock of distance.

Knocked everyone in the carriage into a ball!

"What's going on?!"

Seedorf barely stood still, and then shouted sharply.

"We were attacked, Colonel. It's a roadside bomb by extremists! God, I've never seen a bomb of this magnitude. ”

A Vympel special forces climbed out of the car, and the entire overturned infantry fighting vehicle BMP-3 infantry fighting vehicle in front of him was stunned.

Because the car was bombed so badly that the tracks were blown into several sections, and the territory was severely damaged.

Several crew members crawled out of the vehicle covered in blood, and the explosive vortex pierced through the hull, and most of the people inside were greatly injured.

"Cover them, send the wounded to the back, and watch your surroundings!"

Colonel Seedorf was a little angry and shouted.

"Colonel, the engine is damaged, the armored car won't drive!"

The driver immediately reported.

"Get out, you guys take care of the prisoners!"

Colonel Seedorf gritted his teeth, "The cars behind are not damaged, escort the prisoners to those two cars." Be careful, they may be around. ”

Before he could finish his sentence, there was another huge explosion.

A building collapsed behind them, slamming into the ground, raising dust that obscured the sky.

"Damn, they're blocking our retreat!"

Seedorf's expression changed.

He knew that his men had stepped into the trap of the other party, and the infantry chariot that had opened the way in front of him was destroyed, and the way was blocked by the collapsed building in the back.

This shows that the other party is trapped in their own people.

Seedorf was not alarmed, and immediately ordered, "Go to two people and occupy the commanding heights on the left." Drive car No. 2 to the right and consolidate the defense!"

The most prominent feature of the Russian BMP-3 infantry fighting vehicle is its powerful fire system: 1 2A70 100 mm gun, 1 2A72 30 mm cannon and 3 7.62 mm machine guns, which can be regarded as "ultra-luxurious"

weapons systems.

This configuration has completely surpassed the firepower of medium tanks or main battle tanks of the fifties and sixties.

And there are 3 more firing holes on the BMP-5 infantry fighting vehicle, 2 on each side and 1 on the left rear door.

In addition to the stationary armament, there were two portable light machine gun crews with six AK-74 5.45 mm automatic rifles.

If you rely on tanks, the firepower is very strong.

It's a battle fortress in its all-round way.

Seedorf knew that his attackers should not be heavily armed, otherwise they would not need to rely on such rudimentary roadside bombs.

As long as they quickly deploy their defenses and use the vehicle's defense and firepower, they will still have the strength to fight.

Not to mention that with a slight delay, other reinforcements will arrive.

Because it is so close to the Latakia air base, it is estimated that the explosion just now can be heard at the base, and these extremist forces are either really stupid or really dead.

How dare you set up an ambush in this area!

Seedorf sneered and continued to give orders.

But they were on the lookout, and the militants who attacked them did not appear.

Wasn't it a raid, just an accidental roadside bomb incident?

Seedorf was a little strange.

In the distance, they could hear the sound of a fire truck coming, but the collapsed ruins completely blocked the road, and they seemed to be unable to drive.

I could only start turning on the fire faucet from a long distance, spraying water at the location of the explosion just now.

"These stupid Syrians. ”

Seedorf shook his head and yelled a little angrily, "Don't spray, there's no fire here." ”

As soon as he said a word, his face suddenly changed, and he smelled a pungent smell of gasoline.

Could it be that the car's fuel tank is leaking?

No, how can it taste so good?

Seedorf's sleeves, which were wet with the mist sprayed by the fire hose just now, suddenly seemed to think of something, and shouted in horror, "Be careful, they are not spraying water, but gasoline!"

"That's right. ”

A firefighter in the distance shrugged and said, "How are you feeling?"

Seedorf turned to the rest of the team, many of them soaking wet, their feet on the gasoline-ridden ground.

Everyone's faces were extremely difficult to know what it meant, as long as a little spark drifted by.

This entire blockade will become a sea of fire in an instant.

All the people here will be burned to charcoal, and no one will be spared.

Everyone's hearts are like a boulder pressed on them, and it is heartbreaking.

On the opposite side is a horrific fire brigade, whose fire trucks spray not water, but a lot of gasoline, and they are not trying to extinguish the fire, but to set it on fire.

Even Seedorf, who was accustomed to seeing big scenes, had to admit that he was suppressed.

In the current situation, absolutely not one of his soldiers dared to shoot.

It's true that they are special forces soldiers, but they are not outlaws.

In an environment of this concentration of gasoline, a little muzzle flame is enough to light all the qiē, and no one wants to do that.

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