The raging sandstorm had just dissipated, and in the first rays of the morning sun, the deactivated bus was lying on the gravel ground next to the road, and the blackened mottled light blue shell made Long Yun realize that this was not a military target, let alone a government vehicle that had not yet hit the area.

Sweeping his gaze over the side wall of the carriage that had been beaten like a sieve, Long Yun's eyes paused for a moment, and he slowly looked at the heavy weapons erected behind a row of sand stompings at the checkpoint not far away, his consciousness had already connected the existence of the two.

Is it here that the bus, which appears to be a civilian vehicle, was intercepted by the rebels, strafed, and then caught fire and turned into a pile of wreckage......

Since setting off after midnight, I have witnessed the scene of corpses on the ground twice, but it is different from the last time I saw the battlefield situation, the "Humvee" car with a low gear slowly drove over the dusty and dilapidated asphalt road, the "creaking" tire friction sound, mixed with a few frightened screams from the direction of the checkpoint, the faint smell of blood in the air stimulated Long Yun's nose, he sat in the car with a stiff neck, tilted his head to look at the bloodstained or charred human body next to the wreckage of the bus, Several of them appeared to be underage children, and they only felt their throats tighten in bursts.

A truckload of civilians was attacked, and it looked like almost all of them were killed, what the hell is going on here?

sneaking from the dark night with no people, he was thrown directly into the scene of the conflict full of ruins and blood, and the abrupt contrast still made Long Yun stunned, but it was obvious that this kind of scene was already commonplace for Imran and others, and found that the NATA pilot next to him had a blank face, and the intelligence officer touched Long Yun's arm with his elbow. He whispered to him in Arabic:

"Mr. 'Red Dragon'. Try not to open your mouth for a while. It's up to us to deal with it; If something goes wrong, we'll shoot them again and fight them solidly. ”

"Yes, Mr. Ensign."

Hearing the intelligence officer's deployment for battle, Long Yun got out of a thick sense of negativity, he knew that he was equivalent to a commander in this operation, but not a commander of a specific operation, how to deal with the rebels when encountered, these mainly had to rely on Imran, a clever and capable young man; Turning his gaze back to the front of the car, he quickly realized that the checkpoint was not very well armed. The two 12.7mm DShK heavy machine guns behind the sand stomping were the main interceptor firepower, and of course whether there would be grenade launchers or even bazookas in addition, it is not at all clear from the direction of the "Humvee".

Approaching the highway checkpoint, the soldiers driving the vehicle did not deliberately slow down, but kept the reckless energy of the rebels moving forward.

After slamming on the brakes in front of the barricade at the checkpoint, Imran jumped down and muttered something to the rebel soldiers who met him, which was almost incomprehensible to Long Yun, but the snooping of his consciousness probably let him know something, as if it was a makeshift checkpoint for arresting deserters and suspicious civilians.

Even as they were being cross-examined, screams of pain could still be heard in the barren grass on the other side of the checkpoint, separated by a sandbag breastwork. Two sand-gray figures can be seen wielding the butts of their rifles; Witnessing an atrocity up close, Long Yun could only pretend to be a commonplace calm appearance. However, he quickly thought of the wreckage of the bus and the lifeless bodies, and the beating in front of him did not seem to be the worst in comparison.

Sitting quietly in the back seat of the off-road vehicle, with the "Tavor" rifle at hand at hand, Long Yun, who was in enemy territory with his comrades for the first time, was inevitably a little nervous.

However, it is clear that the rebels at this checkpoint are just a bunch of irresponsible thugs, who treat civilians with ferocity and have no knack for identifying spies; Even after a gesture, Imran waved these guys to move the barricades, so as not to delay them "to Deir ez-Zor":

"Hurry up, we're in a hurry to see Mr. Omar!

This ghost weather is already enough to add to the chaos, and there will be a lot of extra delay on the road, so let me get out of the way! ”

Soldiers were yelled at to clear the road, and a dusty SUV quickly drove away from the checkpoint with smoke and dust, leaving behind the weary Liberal soldiers, bullet-riddled buses, and beaten civilians. Sitting in the car with the clattering of objects, Long Yun suppressed the thought of opening the window and looking back, he knew how indifferent he must be as a Liberal lieutenant, and he should completely ignore such a little violence.

Moving forward in the thin dust and fog of the early morning and the scattered sunshine, the number of military vehicles and soldiers on foot along the way also increased, and the rebels with guns were covered in dust and looked all listless and lazy, and it seemed that the offensive in Damascus had not yet spread panic here; During the march, I saw a series of yellow-colored T-72M1 tanks painted with crescent moon white stars, rumbling on the asphalt road in a row, the tracks gnawed the road surface in disrepair, and the bumpy "Humvee" car kept complaining about how bad the road conditions were, and the soldiers in the passenger seat took out a water bottle and took a few sips, and couldn't help but start complaining.

From the makeshift checkpoint to the small city of Saya, there are only a few kilometers of craters and vehicle wreckage on the roadside, bulldozers getting into the wreckage of cars on the side of the road, and occasionally one or two charred armored vehicles, as if the war has erected a boundary marker here, telling everyone that they are the masters here.

Smelling some choking dust and smoke, Salahardin in the passenger seat raised his hand slightly, telling Sù Longyun that those were the vehicles lost by both sides in the tug-of-war:

"We launched a ground offensive a month and a half ago, using armoured vehicles, and at first it went smoothly, but then it was stopped by Liberal airstrikes.

These liberals, they don't know where to get so many black fighters to bomb our logistical supply lines; Fighting in the desert, no one can sustain it for long without provisions," the soldier said, pointing to an abandoned tank truck with tawny camouflage and a faintly painted green, white and black flag on the side of the road, "but this time, we won't give them another chance." - Mr. Second Lieutenant, is it true that the Security Council will soon send warships and warplanes to support our operations? ”

"That's probably too optimistic."

Unlike Salahadin, who looked slightly indignant and spoke quite quickly, Imran, who did not participate in the conversation, still maintained a minimum of vigilance, squinting a pair of slightly slender eyes to pay attention to the movement on the road, and his answer was also full of caution:

"I think, well, if the UN can stop the rebels' air strikes, then we will have a chance to defeat the Liberals; As for now, sandstorms will help us do that for the time being. ”

Listening to the conversation between Second Lieutenant Imran Alayi and the soldiers, Long Yun was silent in his seat, he was now as uninformed as the Syrian government army in front of him, and some knowledge about the "ghost" incident still came from the intelligence officer, and he could not express any unique opinions about the situation at the moment. In this way, a few minutes later, the car approached Saya along the chaotic road, and from a distance, it was a small town standing abruptly in the desert, surrounded by sparse bushes, which looked like it was lying on the ground, without a single building of more than three stories.

Driving into the town, the navigation system told them that they had left Sukhna more than 60 kilometers, and there was no trace of FSA fighters in the dusty sky, and they did not know whether the Damascus offensive was going to hit here.

However, this doubt was answered when the wide tires of the "Humvee" ran all the way through the streets of the city, the messy gunshots heard in the ears from time to time, the passers-by running aimlessly, the burning cars, doors, furniture and even waste tires on both sides of the road, this qiē wordlessly reminded all witnesses that although the government tanks had not yet appeared on the horizon, the Liberal forces entrenched here had already received the news, and now they were making a mess of noise. At the same time, try to do as much gluttony as possible before retreating.

This kind of hellish chaos answered Long Yun's question, no wonder no one came to check along the way, looking at this, the rebels themselves were in a mess first?

Long Yun, who had never witnessed a war at such a close distance before, and was deeply surprised by the scene in front of him, unconsciously picked up the TAR-21, and he himself was still a civilian, and at this time he really felt how frightened and helpless people who did not have weapons in hand in the chaos of war.

Driving into the main city from the west, carefully navigating the streets of Sayya, where order was completely out of control, the shrill gunshots rang out everywhere mixed with bursts of heart-rending screams, piercing the cover of the sand and dust into the ear drums, stray bullets jumping around the streets and alleys swept by the wind from time to time, and a small cobweb-like crack was soon added to the side window glass of the "Humvee"; Sitting in the off-road vehicle viciously called "aluminum canned" and worrying with his comrades, Long Yun, whose heart was beating faster, felt that he was being immersed in the terrifying atmosphere of war step by step, his fingers stiffly rested on the side of the "Tavor" rifle, and frequently looked down at the fast and slow machine.

At this point, he should have used the TAR-21's burst pattern, and then they should have abandoned the car and walked decisively - but wouldn't it be more dangerous for a group of people to run through the streets with guns in this atypical street fighting environment......

Although he was completely unfamiliar with the ruins in front of him and the chaotic scene of war, the training of the military academy and the experience of the war still allowed Long Yun to maintain a minimum of calm, but it turned out that his head was really messy now, and he didn't even expect that the identity of their group was the "Liberal Party", so they could be attacked by the rebels at any time. (To be continued......)