This time, Semolov looked carefully at the sides of the road, and still did not see anything problematic among the grass and trees, including the bodies of the Abkhazians. Aren't these Yankees here?

"Bang, bang." Two more flares went up into the sky, but just as they lit up below, Semolov suddenly saw a figure kneeling on the side of the road at the edge of the area where the flares could illuminate. And just as he tried to see the figure, a burst of fire suddenly flashed.

"Rockets!" It was the only thing Semolov remembered before he moved his feet to quickly find an escape. He didn't even have time to say anything, so he quickly dropped his binoculars and ducked under the road.

I saw a bright spot on the highway flying quickly towards the Russians at a height of more than half a person. Compared with the Russians who did not find the target for half a day, the Yankees, who had been ambushing outside the intersection, had already locked the position of the other party. It was only when he saw that they refused to come over for a long time to enter their perfect ambush range, and in order to ensure that their companions who entered the city to rescue people would not have an accident after they exited, they decided to take the initiative to attack them.

In the blink of an eye, the rocket flew directly towards the first of the vehicles in which Semolov was riding, and the people around Semolov finally realized the danger, and they all ducked, and some of them ran and shouted to warn the others. But it was too late, and there were many more people who didn't know what was going on, especially the Russians who were standing relatively far behind and hadn't gotten out of the car, even more confused about what was going on.

Two or three seconds later, the rocket hit the pickup truck in the lead. I saw that the truck disintegrated directly at the same time as an explosion was heard. The explosion produced waves of air and fragments, mercilessly pounced on those around them. Some of these people who did not have time to escape were directly swept out by the air waves, and some were hit by fragments or even disintegrated truck fragments and fell directly on the road.

But this was not the end, just as the men led by Semolov took refuge, and those in the vehicles behind got out of their cars and prepared for battle. At the intersection in the shadows, the sound of heavy fire from PKM machine guns and AK-74 rifles suddenly sounded.

The dense bullets quickly hit the people who had just gotten off the car, and many figures were hit and fell to the side of the car, and the vehicles themselves were also hit in an instant, and many people who did not have time to get off the car were hit by the bullets that pierced the vehicle and died in the car because of this reason.

"Hidden! Duck to the sides of the road! Take cover! Hide! Semolov, who was the first to hide, shouted twice as he looked at the soldiers who were being violently attacked, then turned to those who had already taken refuge and shouted at them: "Shoot back!" Fight back! Suppress them! Shoot! Shoot fast! ”

The Russians, who had retreated to both sides of the road, immediately tried to launch a counterattack under the command of Semolov. Although the gunfire was chaotic for a while, and the target of the attack was not uniform, the effect was not good, but at least the people who were shooting continuously in the direction of the intersection slightly reduced the intensity of the shooting.

"Don't stop. All off the road, out of there! Semolov shouted and waved his hands violently, and although he could not be seen in the darkness, he waved it as if doing so would really speed up the movement of those who were retreating to the side of the road.

But when some of the Russians had just successfully descended the highway and were about to reflexively start firing back, they only heard a faint "Bang, bang" at the intersection. "There's the sound of something being emitted. Immediately after, on the north side of the road, something exploded, and it was a continuous explosion.

"Mortar?!" Semolov thought of this first, but then he denied it, because it was impossible for these men to run away with artillery fire, they were not here to save people, not to attack or defend the battle, and in such a situation it was obviously a burden to carry mortars. So they fired definitely gun grenades.

Although he thought so, he had nothing to do about such a blow to the other party for a while. What made Samolov feel even more helpless was that the other party was obviously attacking with a clear target in the dark night. Several grenades did not land in the middle of the road, but on both sides of the road, around the Russian soldiers who were taking refuge on both sides of the road. As a result, some grenades landed directly in the most densely populated areas of the area.

Semolov saw a grenade land near the opposite curb, knocking the two figures running down the road to the ground and completely dumbing out the people who were still firing on that side. This made him curse fiercely, "Bastard." ”

But swearing doesn't solve any problems at all. He quickly looked at the people around him, and he didn't care who was at the moment, and said directly: "Let the people behind hurry up and come up." Attack on both sides of the road! Just go! ”

At this moment, Semolov looked at the figures lying on the road, and instantly had a new understanding of the advantage of "large number of people". To put it simply, after suffering such a big loss now, he still has the ability and confidence to attack the other party, and there is still hope to complete the task he wanted to complete before.

But in fact, the situation of those who are behind the team at the moment is not very good. While most of them safely evacuated the road and hid to the side, there was no exact idea of what to do and what to do. Because everything has exceeded the expectations of most of them, if not all, of them. In their minds, it was nothing more than a water dog beating, hunting down or hunting down a Yankee mercenary and a few spies who were helping to escape for their lives. These people have lost the courage to resist, and all they can think about is fleeing for their lives. Coming here is to catch all the fish that slipped through the net before, and even if someone comes to rescue them, it will only be done secretly, and there will be no difference from the way the guy who is going to be caught. After all, this is Abkhazia, and your own side is the most powerful here.

After being attacked, it was difficult for these people to accept the huge gap between reality and imagination for a while. In a way, this is no longer a rescue and a response, but more like a scramble, and such an operation is not carried out secretly but is a blatant attack. At this moment, they were completely confused, not knowing what to do, and some even pessimistically wondered whether the Yankees had suddenly intervened in the war in Georgia with a large force. Therefore, after being organized, they were unable to launch an effective counterattack for a while.