According to the advice of this cronie's aide, Abdul Rahman was naturally a little annoyed, and on the way out, he heard the crackling and messy gunfire outside the car, and the dull impact of bomb explosions, and the breath of death inadvertently drifted into his nostrils, which made him feel a little uneasy.

The core leader of the dignified Liberal Party is now such a wolf, which is simply hateful!

"Damn the government troops, and, if I hadn't listened to you and stayed in the headquarters, how would I be now-"

"Hold off, okay, I say Mr. Rahman?"

The body swayed from side to side with the bumps of the vehicle, but the dark camouflage uniform was spotless, the calm expression, a hint of mockery in the pupils of Khalif, holding a G36C with a stuffy plastic magazine in his hand, was completely different from the angry Abdul Rahman, his current mood was very calm:

"Over there in Khatam, I have ordered him to contact the airport, there will be a plane to take you back to your hometown, don't worry."

"Really? Okay Harriff, even if we still have one or two special planes," Speaking of this, Rahman couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart again, after so many days of cleaning by the multinational forces and the Arab League, can the FSA still have a special plane available, "But now, the Free Air Force you are responsible for has shrunk to Deir ez-Zor, and even if we barely take off, we can only be beaten down by the Americans like pinched ants!" In that case, I'll die, die. Do you know? I can't skydive at all—"

"Skydive ......?

Hehe. Mr. Rahman. I don't think you need to think about it that much just yet. ”

After saying this sentence slowly, completely ignoring the suspicion on Abdul Rahman's face, the radio next to the two made another call, and Harif listened with the headphones on, and commanded into the microphone in a dull voice, "Well, good job; -- Now turn right and keep moving forward to meet us. - Yes, on the other side of Mohammed Square, where you will see the Leader's convoy. ”

"What, you...... Got a new rescuer? ”

Hearing Khalif's order on the radio, Rahman, who was greedy for life and afraid of death, saw a glimmer of hope again, and he felt that with these few armored vehicles and dozens of big soldiers on it, it would be difficult to escort him, a leader who was eager to escape, out of the chaotic city of Aleppo.

However, contrary to Rahman's speculation. The gloomy Kharif shook his head impatiently, and he stretched out a finger to the man in white and shook it:

"Security issues. There is no need to think about it; Mr. Rahman, sit down in your chair in peace, I-we-"

The words stopped abruptly, and then there was a loud "boom-" sound, everything in the sight was shaking wildly, everyone in the "Bobcat" armored car was thrown up fiercely, and then fell down all at once, several muffled snorts and screams immediately sounded, and the pale-faced Abdul Rahman gritted his teeth and gasped, he couldn't figure out what was happening, could it be that a mob hit the armored car he was riding?

"Shhh

“…… It's nothing. ”

Also hit the bulkhead in the explosion just now, but as if he had been prepared to protect his head, the Harif who stood up rolled showed a bit of a fierce look on his face, he stared at the bulkhead silently, and after a while before speaking again, picking up the dropped G36C, while sitting back on the nylon folding chair:

"A passing 'Raptor', a guided bomb, blew up the road car in front of it."

“……？”

Hearing such an explanation, on the one hand, he was a little glad that he had just escaped death, and the stubble was messy Abdul Rahman blinked, almost forgetting about the painful elbow.

This god-like Harif is talking in his dreams, is he still able to know what is going on outside, nested in an armored car with a small space?

The "Lynx" armored car, which was lucky not to be shot, had continued to roar forward, and the corners of his mouth, who were lying on the periscope to observe the outside situation, twitched a few times, and saw the car go around the burning wreckage and continue to move forward, knocking two or three passers-by who had no time to dodge, and rushed out of the street all the way crookedly, entering the outskirts of the messy Mohammed Square.

Just suffered an accidental air raid, almost killed by a bomb falling from the sky, and felt the threat of death, Harif suddenly showed a killing opportunity, and his superpower was suddenly launched, but it was greatly affected by the chaotic consciousness activities around him.

Realizing that the enemy plane that dropped the bomb was far away, he gave up a remote maneuver, and the cold-looking Liberal staff leaned back on the folding chair and did not move, his eyes fell through the prism to another street corner in the distance, from which dark camouflage SUVs appeared.

Hmph, these simple-minded guys, did they really come back to report after finishing their work......

With his eyes fixed on the distance, his gaze following between the staccato of vehicles and buildings, Harif picked up the microphone and made a brief call, ordering the Task Force to approach the remaining armored convoy in an off-road vehicle.

All the way forward, seeing that the distance of the incoming car was less than fifty meters, another shadowless and invisible consciousness penetration suddenly launched, with the movement of Harif's thoughts, the rebel soldiers in the other "Bobcat" flashed a trace of confusion in their eyes, and suddenly opened the hatch and stood up, and a "Iron Fist III" anti-tank rocket quickly flew towards the unsuspecting off-road vehicle, and in the next second, it hit the body of the car and exploded violently!

From the launch of the missile to the burst of dazzling firelight, it was only a second or two before and after, and a large cloud of smoke and dust wrapped in flying explosion fragments spread in all directions, and the deafening loud sound made everyone present stunned at once.

After a brief moment of consternation, the other soldiers aboard the "Lynx" reacted, and the bazooka hands with straight eyes opened their mouths wide and could not speak, but the convoy was still advancing, and the stray bullets and explosive fragments flying everywhere hit the side wall one after another, and the Liberal soldiers had no time to think about it, so they could only continue to fire wildly in all directions, fighting their way through the completely chaotic city.

The routing Liberal garrisons, improvised robbery gangs, the Damascus rebels, and the gendarmerie that had been trying to maintain order encountered Aleppo under the city, and before the tanks of the government army had even entered the city, the forces of all sides were already fighting in an unorganized battle; The shooter didn't know who he was shooting, and the person who fell to the ground didn't know who was shooting the bullet, and the gunshots mixed with a few dull explosions, and the screams and curses of the dying filled the streets.

With the increasing intensity of long-range artillery fire, the chaos is approaching the apex of complete loss of control step by step.

With a sharp roar, in the southern sky, large-caliber rockets dragging white smoke fell into the main city area one after another, destroying the huge explosion and collapsing the fragile buildings shrouded in smoke and dust.

Trekking through a hail of bullets, the "Lynx" armoured convoy was like a hurried passer-by in a torrential rain, on top of this large area of rubbish-like wreckage, the bruised chariot continued to struggle, firing wildly at all obstacles in sight, having never experienced such a scene himself, Abdul Rahman trembled with his head in his hands, he curled up on the dirty ground of the armored car, and looked at Harif who was firing at the shooting hole with his guns in his eyes.

Under the dim lights of the car, the henchmen and staff in civilian clothes, there was no trace of fear on their featureless faces, this man with cold eyes to the point of chilling, his fingers rhythmically pulled the trigger, and one after another yellow and clear hot bullet casings bounced and flew in the carriage, falling on the leader's arms and the back of his hands, and the stunned Rahman had forgotten the pain, and he could not figure out at all who the person who had created this qiē was.

Think of yourself, the once powerful leader of the Liberal Party, a politician with a desire to dominate the Arab world, now huddled in an armored car, praying that the shells that don't have long eyes will not fall, what a huge contrast!

Fear, deep fear, suddenly took hold of Rahman's mind, and he had never felt so terrible death as he did today; At this moment, all those ambitions and wanton ambitions disappeared at once, and the flames of war and gunpowder in the sky penetrated into his nostrils, making him extremely deeply realize that he, no matter how powerful he thought he was, was just a mediocre ordinary man who was shot and died after all.

The civil war, the civil war that ruthlessly swallowed everything around him, turned out to be so terrifying, was this qiē caused by him Rahman......

The smoke of gunpowder and the rain of bullets flew everywhere, and along the streets where there were heavy gunshots and corpses, the flames raged everywhere, the smoke canisters that emitted deadly poisonous gases, and these extreme weapons that were not visible on the ordinary battlefield also appeared before the eyes of the terrified soldiers.

Flames and poisonous smoke, all the life-threatening ones, are like the devil out of the cage dancing viciously at this time; Flames, poisonous gases, and life-devouring horrors are played out everywhere in the city that is about to be destroyed, panic, rage, despair and fear, mixed with tongues of fire and roars and manic eruptions, until the last moment when blood splatters and vision blurs, and then complete liberation from eternal death. (To be continued......)