The third more

The armed soldiers of the religion, who professed to fight for their faith, finally met proletarian fighters who were more loyal and willing to sacrifice for their faith than they were, and these militants, who had never experienced the baptism of fire in a major battle, soon realized that the kind of faith maniacs who fought for their lives were far more terrible than their group of guys who shouted the supremacy of real pigs.

After the AGS-17 howitzer was finished, it picked up the PKM machine gun and fired, and the remaining dozen or so people stopped the Freedom Battalion militia who kept sending people at the gate.

However, the mortars in the rear continued to fall into the courtyard, and the originally well-manicured courtyard became a pothole that smelled of burning, and there was not even a single area intact. Mortars are far more powerful than armed militia attacks, and the damage caused by a single shell is far greater than the number of bullets fired by those who fire a thousand rounds.

"Is this a barrage?" Hearing the whistling of mortars, Mazerkov quickly crouched down with his head in his hands, and after an explosion that almost tore his eardrums, two more people fell down and never got up again. Before he died, he still maintained the appearance of pulling the trigger.

Looking at the person who fell more than ten meters in front of him, Mazerkov's eyes widened, he dropped his gun and wanted to run over, but the people around him stopped Mazerkov, and now it was too dangerous to leave the corner. One of the people who fell was none other than his friend, Liolkov. A moment ago, he told himself with a smile that he would be able to go back to see his children until next month.

And now, the man who smiled and said that he was about to become a father closed his eyes forever.

"No!" Mazerkov's heart-rending wails were drowned out by a mixture of artillery fire and gunfire.

The paratrooper paratroopers leaping over Benghazi landed on the territory of the United Revolutionary Front of Libya. There was already an armed pickup team waiting for them to support the besieged embassy in Benghazi. Because the Benghazi opposition did not have anti-aircraft radars and anti-aircraft artillery, the rescue force landed on Benghazi soil unharmed, and when the soldiers walked the streets of Benghazi for the first time, they finally experienced the chaos and disorder here.

Gunfire was everywhere, and vendors selling Kalashnikov rifles could be seen everywhere on both sides of the street. And there are even corpses on the streets that they didn't have time to drag away after last night's fighting, and the people on the road are not surprised.

The pickup team, which had been armed, stopped in front of the volunteer team, and the leader rolled down the window and asked in a stiff question in not very orthodox Russian, "Are you Soviets?" ”

The captain of the squad nodded and asked, "From the United Front?" ”

"Then what are you still stunned about, hurry up and get in the car. I am the leader of the Benghazi branch of the Libyan Communist Party, Hapuir. The commander at the head ordered the car behind to open the door. Letting the men go up, he glanced at the squad commander and said nonchalantly, "Welcome to Hell, my friend. ”

"We are hell." The team commander stared at the smoke billowing ahead and said solemnly.

"It's been a day of fierce fighting, and it is said that it has not stopped. If it weren't for the sudden redeployment of the soldiers of the Libyan Freedom Battalion who were blocking our advance, we would not have rushed to reinforce you so quickly. Hapuil, wearing an Arab scarf, said. These people are indeed more powerful than anyone can imagine, and they have not only stopped enemies many times their size. They were also consumed all night, a feat unprecedented in the history of Libyan warfare. ”

The squad commander said disdainfully, "If even such an enemy could not be stopped, then the Soviet embassy would have been attacked countless times." ”

Indeed, it is difficult for these guys, who have not experienced a real baptism of blood, to imagine how the Soviet troops advanced in the face of enemy fire, and they dared to fight a tragic war with tens of millions of dead and wounded. These small countries in the Middle East, whose combined populations do not have as many casualties as the Soviet Union in a war, can only provoke a limited local conflict.

Hapuil was stunned for a moment, laughed, thinking that the Russians around him were joking, he shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently. "My friend, you have such a good sense of humor. I'll see you from Freedom Camp later, and I hope you can keep up this position. ”

The mortars that fell into the courtyard gradually rose up, and Mazerkov finally stopped the last wave of attacks at the gate, and by this time, the ammunition was exhausted, and Mazerkov quietly waited for death to come. Thirteen bodies fell beside them, some were blown up, some were killed, some were killed, but Mazerkov promised that even if they died, they would be buried with the medal of the Hero of the Soviet Union, and not die here, no one knows.

"They are gathering forces for one last offensive." Antonio sat down beside Mazerkov and tossed his rifle aside, he didn't need it anymore, Antonio took out the last two grenades from his arms, one of them handed Mazerkov, "When they rush in, they will fire the grenades and die." I'd rather die on this loess than be a captive and suffer. ”

"Me too." Mazerkov said.

Just after they had enjoyed the last moment of peace, gunfire rang out outside the scarred wall, and Antonio initially thought it was an attack by the Liberty Battalion, but when he looked up, he saw that the soldiers of the Liberty Battalion were shooting backwards in panic as they withdrew. Antonio immediately stood up and cheered his arms as he saw a neat line driving out all the Liberty Battalion soldiers, some of whom were in black uniforms coming towards them.

Antonio wept with joy because he was on the verge of despair, and he finally waited for help.

"The Motherland has not abandoned us!"

Anthony fell to his knees and shouted for joy at the slowly rising sun, the golden sunlight shining on his tearful face.

Mazerkov, who was leaning against the corner, let go of his clenched hands and dropped the undetonated grenade on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, his lips trembling with excitement. The mood has never been as relaxed as this for the rest of my life. There was a knock outside the closed door, and Mazerkov heard the familiar Russian.

"We are GRU's support team."

"Open the door, it's all over." (To be continued.) )