While thinking, while holding a gun, walking through the garbage-strewn and empty streets and alleys, in the core area of this Liberal lair, the smell of war seemed to have faded a lot, perhaps because the Damascus army and the Mosul army had not advanced here, Long Yun cautiously approached the huge building with a white roof in his sight, the smell of gunpowder smoke and dull explosions in the air were a little lighter, he could feel his heart pounding, and his palms were full of some cold sweat.

Just ahead, the distance of consciousness sensing is getting closer and closer, and a superpowered person who appears in the real world, the "Harriff" whose identity is a mystery, if he really sees this person face to face, what should he torture?

The closer he got to the huge compound in front of him, the more intense the tension in his heart became, and he thought and thought, but he was always a little confused, the young man tightly held the handle of the AK-12 gun and the handguard, and when he came to the main gate of the courtyard, a few shots knocked down several Liberal soldiers next to the armored car outside the gate, and his consciousness snooped and told him that this "Lynx" was empty, and the inexplicable consciousness activity was in the memory of this white courtyard wall.

Okay, seeing that it's hard to fly with wings, do you simply find a place to hide?

Eliminated several rebels outside the courtyard gate, and consciously snooped as a 100% safe means of detection, Long Yun rushed into the door with an arrow.

To his surprise, compared to the mess and dust outside the courtyard walls, the trees planted in the courtyard and the style of the white building podium made it look like a palatial palace instead of a military site - of course, "magnificent", even if there were. That must have been a long time ago. Right now, this building. If you look closely, it is as dilapidated as the other houses in Deir ez-Zor, and it seems that it has been vandalized by mobs.

Although the scene was novel, Long Yun naturally didn't have the heart to look at it carefully, he hurriedly glanced at it, and immediately lowered himself to the stone fence of the corridor, dodging a dense burst of gunfire.

Pursuing all the way from the base in the suburbs to here, of course, the obstruction of a few rebels was not a problem, and the snooping of consciousness did not reveal a new threat. Long Yun used a few shots to solve the enemy lurking on the doors, windows, and roofs of the white building, and he ran along the porch of the building where the cold wind was blowing and the dust was flying, and his superpower clearly guided the way, and the desperate "Harif" was not far ahead, and he never moved again.

The closer he got forward, the more nervous he became, to Long Yun's surprise, he thought that "Harif" and his Liberal Party had come here to resist on an improvised basis, but the number of rebels guarding the building was really quite large.

Along the way, according to the gun, while eliminating the Liberal defenders. See the elaborate decorations in the building's rooms, corridors, and ruined and scattered furnishings. There is really a bit of Arabian extravagance, and young people speculate that this should be a private mansion, perhaps the luxurious residence of "Kharif"?

Without time to take a closer look at the building, Long Yun lamented the dilapidated scene in Deir ez-Zor and the magnificence of the luxurious mansions, and he quickly assaulted along the ring corridor with a dome, bravely advancing in the rain of bullets from the rebels who desperately resisted; Under the control of consciousness infiltration, one by one the thugs were directly killed in their battle positions, the young people did not waste bullets, and the AK-12s in semi-automatic mode quickly ran out of magazines.

In the interval between the battles, he took out his pistol and killed the two Liberals who rushed over, and put on a new magazine next to the pillar next to the wall.

Fingers pressed on the trigger and hit the empty compartment to hang up, and when the magazine was changed, the footsteps quickly changed positions and rushed into the next room, and the huge building was almost full of enemy soldiers, but these blind Liberals did not get the superpower guidance of "Harrif", and Long Yun, who was careful to engage in the battle, couldn't help but have some doubts, and also suspected that this was a trap set by superpowers; Quickly knocking down several enemy soldiers around him, he picked up a "Minimi" machine gun on the ground and put it on the low wall next to the flower bed, raised his hand to pull the bolt, and began to pour ammunition into the room in front of him.

It is indeed very suspicious that the "Haraf" did not take any action when the life and death moment came.

With his previous superpower confrontation experience, Long Yun was very vigilant about the attack methods of the "same kind" to control the rebels, after all, he could get a glimpse of the location of the "Haraff", so the opponent must also know his position, if he controlled the rebels to carry out a sneak attack, he really might not be able to detect it in time.

Driven by this concern, and unlike the tactics of dealing with the enemy forces on the periphery, Long Yun's next battle was very violent.

With the "Minimi" machine gun set up, he fired directly at the building, pouring a rain of bullets through the thin walls of low intensity, and shooting the Liberal gunmen hiding in the corner behind the wall.

While continuing to strafe the ammunition, he used his superpowers to control the target position, and for those rebels whose shelter was strong enough, he threw away the "Minniemi" that fired SS109 rounds, dragged an M82A1 sniper rifle through the wall, and fired several shots in a row but only killed one or two thugs.

The faint sound of fierce battle in his ears was getting closer and louder, and the young man who was in the enemy camp but seemed to be in a no-man's land simply rummaged around to see if there was any suitable weapon for long-range killing.

Seeing that the sun was in the west, and the Damascus and Mosul armies would be killed here at any time, Long Yun, who was eager to wipe out the rebels, carried a Chinese-made 69-type rocket launcher, that is, the "four zero fire" of the copycat RPG-7, and prepared for launch.

When the trigger was pulled, there was a deafening roar in my ears, and the super-caliber grenade that flew out dragged the thick gray smoke into the wall, and suddenly opened a hole in it, and the falling fragments and the impact of the explosion made the rebels behind the wall spurt blood and fly out, even if they were not directly hit by the grenade, they were killed instantly.

Solving an enemy with a grenade is of course very uneconomical on the battlefield in peacetime, but Long Yun, who is guarding the ammunition box, doesn't care at all.

Under the guidance of conscious prying eyes, he kept loading, aiming, and firing, and sent the rioters hiding in the buildings to the west one by one in an almost violent demolition way.

It takes a few seconds to hit the "four zero fires", of course, this process is a bit slow, but in order to ensure that he is not cheated and sneak attacked by the "Harif", Long Yun still methodically has been doing this refreshing cleaning work, rockets are opening holes everywhere in the white building, and the huge compound where the explosion is full of smoke and dust, and the snooping of consciousness lets him know that the "Harif" is still in the courtyard and has not moved, anyway, the footsteps of the siege army are getting closer and closer, and he is not worried about this guy escaping at all now.

While abusing the Liberals in the building, he felt that the battle line around him was approaching little by little, but not a single rout ran into the huge compound, and it was obvious that the rebels who were about to be destroyed had gone completely crazy and did not accept any other future except for death.

was clearing the enemy with heavy firepower, a faint roar of fighter planes gradually intensified, and as soon as Long Yun, who was carrying a bazooka, raised his head, he saw the traces of fighters flying in the sky.

The two fighters in front of the other and the two in the back are still firing orange flares, could they be the fighters of the "Middle East Chengguan"?

The two fighters that appeared in sight, as Long Yun expected, were not crazy FSA "ghosts", but F-22 "Raptor" and MiG-44 "Snow Sculpture" piloted by a pair of partners belonging to the ALSA 5th Air Wing, which entered the airspace of Deir ez-Zor from the west and eliminated all the enemies in front of them.

The battle that broke out on the day of the general offensive was an epic journey full of unexpected encounters and magnificent battles for any air force participating in the decisive battle.

Around noon on this day, the ALSA fleet, which received an order to take off to meet the enemy and flew over Iraqi airspace into Syria, quickly turned to the west, and after making a circle to approach the airspace of Deir ez-Zor, it immediately plunged into high-intensity operations against the FSA group; In the face of the YF-23 "ghosts" swarming in the sky, they fought a beautiful over-the-horizon interception battle with their comrades, and then Li Gejian and Gao Meiyu entered into visual contact with the rampaging Liberals.

In the face of the frenzied Syrian rebels, the combination of two aircraft with different performance parameters and very skillful cooperation has successively shot down more than six enemy planes, and the ALSA hired pilots worked together to finally clean up the "ghosts" in the airspace in front of them after a chaotic battle.

At the same time, the US-British forces in the northern airspace, the Sino-Soviet forces in the southern sky, and even the UNSA, which succeeded NATA, also entered the battlefield to fully respond to the final attack of the FSA.

Large-scale air battles broke out in four directions at the same time, and the dying and struggling Liberal Party suffered a complete defeat, and the YF-23 "Ghost", which was superior in numbers, had no combat system, no superb technology, and no crazy idea of fighting to the death, but was still defeated in front of the powerful multi-party coalition forces.

After confirming that FSA fighters had been cleared of several directions and that air supremacy had been completely obtained on the battlefield, a joint operation coordinated by the multinational forces in advance was carried out as usual, and all forces that received the air situation guidance sent a small number of fighters to conduct a victorious meeting under the sky above the city of Deir ez-Zor on the basis of ensuring the coordination of IFF and pace, and in such a special form, to symbolize the rebirth of this catastrophic city and the entire Middle East land. (To be continued......)