The fuel-air bombs dropped by the fighters turned the rebel positions into a living hell in an instant.

The explosion of the gas-gas mixture swept through a large complex of buildings on the edge of Aleppo's city, and the Liberal forces stationed there, who had been gearing up to prove that they were not a mischievous breed through a fierce battle in Guò, were now completely deprived of the right to breathe air.

No, the right to breathe is still there, but every breath of burning breath that is inhaled into the chest cavity is completely deprived of the oxygen on which life depends.

Just now, I was still looking up at the rows of rockets in the sky in horror, but I didn't notice that the flying fighter planes had dropped the FAE, and the terrible power of the fuel air bombs was raging everywhere on the entire front in an instant; The huge fireball that rose into the sky, swept away the violent impact, and the demon that instantly harvested countless lives also took away all the oxygen molecules in the air, and the power of the explosion was within reach, even if the rebels who were not killed on the spot by the baptism of the explosion, they could only experience the horror of suffocation in the completely futile breath again and again, and then twitched to death with desperate eyes.

The FAE that fell from the sky was used in the urban area of Aleppo, where the low-rise buildings were dense and the terrain was quite gentle, and the spread of the mixture was quite smooth, and the lethal effect achieved was completely beyond that of ordinary aerial bombs.

With the huge fireball rising in terror, the explosion destroyed almost all the buildings within the radius of destruction, and the rebel defense line built on these dilapidated houses suddenly became fragmented, and the surviving Liberal soldiers were also stunned by the explosion; However, this hellish cloud burst baptism was clearly not all firepower, followed by rockets that fell to the ground. The impact fuse moves suddenly. and blossomed everywhere on the porous line of defense.

A wave of cloudburst bombardment, another wave of rockets. In a trance, it was as if the world was falling apart, and the Liberals were on the verge of collapse with their guns and screaming in fear.

Witnessing the terrible explosion that destroyed the miè qiē, the soldiers who survived could only lie on the ground and tremble, without the slightest courage to jump up and stick to their positions; When the roaring steel beast smashed through an obstacle and roared with a 125-millimeter smoothbore gun, the soldiers who were supposed to be operating the anti-tank missiles were running with their heads in their hands, and the rebels, who had completely lost their minds, let alone the will to fight, immediately scattered, and they jumped out of the rubble to rush for the road, but they could not outrun the strings of bullets full of anger. The battle soon turned into a one-sided madness, and the outskirts of Aleppo were transformed into a mass of corpses and bloodstained cemeteries.

Resentment against the Liberal Party had accumulated to the extreme after a long and brutal civil war, with red-eyed government soldiers marching forward on the corpses of the rebels, gunfire and explosions ringing out in their ears, and the streets of the city almost obscured by thick smoke erupted in short, fierce and desperate battles.

Originally, there was a glimmer of hope for "holding on and waiting for help", but after the battle began, it turned out that this was a complete dream, and the rebels were breaking up faster than expected. In the next battle, there is no suspense at all.

Facing the heavy encirclement of Damascus. The Liberal regime, which had tens of thousands of troops and was clamoring to defend Aleppo, had collapsed before the government army launched a general offensive, and the dying rebels were all they could get from a meaningless promise. The disappearance of the "leader" Abdul Rahman has exacerbated the chaos within the regime, and the Liberal Party, which was once invincible, is now like a tiny sandbar in a stormy sea, and the collapse of the seemingly huge forces in the face of a tough battle is only a matter of time.

After withstanding the heavy air raids of the multinational forces, several huge gaps were made in the defense line of the city in an instant, and before the rebels could send reserves to fill them, the government tanks with roaring artillery fire rushed into the city through piles of rubble.

The pistol followed the tanks forward, over buildings and makeshift fortifications that had just been blown into ruins, and the morale-boosting Damascus ground forces quickly passed through the breach, charging through the city like a tidal wave. The rebel soldiers who had just been half-crippled by a round of fire, and the rebel soldiers who had hastily moved their positions continued to fall in a rain of bullets, and the belated fire support did not do much, and the grenades that landed and exploded occasionally blew up a few figures, but they could not stop the flood of attackers on the terrain of the densely built city.

On one side is a combined air-ground firepower attack, on the other side there are only dozens of howitzers of various calibers, and the intensity of the firepower of the two warring sides is almost an order of magnitude apart, and the cannon fodder in the rebels is naturally quickly killed and wounded, and even the independent rebel regiment, which is known as the elite, cannot hold its position.

With the onslaught of government troops, a phone call was made from the front line of the war to the regimental headquarters a few kilometers away, and Lieutenant Colonel Ibrahim Khatam, who had a "desert eagle" pinned to his waist, yelled into the microphone.

The ground trembled from time to time, and the rumbling of artillery and explosions from the battle line not far away could be heard clearly, this Liberal Party officer, who had been leading his troops to hold the airfield and had been transferred to the southern defensive line of Aleppo only two days earlier, had now realized that his men were being divided and wiped out by the government forces, and that the reserves at hand had been exhausted, and from a tactical point of view, the only feasible thing now was to immediately retreat with all his troops, at least three thousand meters back, and then try to switch to the defense after leaving the direct fire of the Damascus army.

Rational considerations are roughly the same, but think of the death order issued from above, and the wife and children living in Deir ez-Zor, and the lieutenant colonel, who was sweating in the cold weather, shouted angrily and ordered the front-line troops to hold on, waiting for the arrival of the "reinforcements" who no one knew where.

The battle order was hurriedly issued, and at this time, several heavy shells fell near the headquarters, and a violent explosion caused dust to fall from the building, and communication with the rear was completely interrupted.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he asked the signal soldiers to repeatedly call on the radio, but there was no response, and the anxious lieutenant colonel simply turned his heart aside, and he ordered all officers and soldiers, including civilian personnel, to take up arms and prepare to rush to the front line to fight to the death with the government troops, but found that many people in the regiment headquarters had deserted, and even his deputy had disappeared after the battle began; Originally commanded a slightly missing independent regiment, but now less than 50 people have been assembled including the regiment's direct team, and Khatam, who was carrying an M21 rifle, already had the consciousness of death, he shouted and lectured a few words, and together with a few cronies, he took a gun to supervise the battle, and drove the hastily formed team to hurry forward.

After the battle was fought like this, and now it was no longer necessary to think about life and death, and a rabble of rebels braved the artillery fire to move forward, and when they finally saw their accomplices, they were also confronted by the government forces that were attacking fiercely.

Seeing that the enemy was approaching, Khatam shouted and ordered the troops to enter the battle, and the M21 precision shooting rifle in his hand began to wield, he carefully hid in the ruins of a former two-story building, and sniped several government soldiers in khaki camouflage uniforms in a row, and looked out the window in a blink of an eye, but saw several rebels hiding in the corner, cowering and about to turn and flee.

"Phew" spat out, the lieutenant colonel's eyes suddenly showed murder, he took out a little four or four caliber "desert eagle" and fired several shots, but only one deserter was killed, and the others quickly fled like rabbits.

The battle situation was critical, and there was no time to chase and kill these cowards, Khatam put a new magazine on the "Desert Eagle" in his hand, and then turned back to peep at the battle line, and in such a short time, the government tanks draped in reactive armor had already appeared on the streets, and the explosion of the tail dìng grenade quickly resounded throughout the streets and alleys, and the lieutenant colonel's head was broken by the "crackling" falling masonry tiles around him, and he cursed while shifting his position, passing by his fallen subordinates, and casually took off a Kevlar helmet and buckled it on his head.

The sound of artillery rumbling, the terrifying sound of coaxial machine gun fire did not stop for a moment, and seeing the yellow-brown figure in sight falling continuously, Khatam encountered the government soldiers directly as he passed through a doorway where the door was missing.

Encountering several enemy soldiers head-on, the lieutenant colonel jumped behind the wall with a spirit, heard the "poof" sound of the wall being hit by a bullet, and groped out a gas grenade from his arms and threw it out, and then hurriedly put on a gas mask, but found that the mask carrying box had broken a big crack, apparently at some point let the grenade fragments "bite" into this picture.

"-TM's!"

The chemical grenade has been shot, but now there is no protection at all, Khatam couldn't help but scold and hurriedly ran away, the sound of fully automatic fire from the Kalashnikov rifle was endless, occasionally mixed with one or two screams of the dying person, the lieutenant colonel with stray bullets flying next to him threw away the rifle and escaped from the spread of the poison gas without his life, he held the "Desert Eagle" and looked left and right, trying to get a usable gas mask like he had picked up a helmet before, but he didn't pay attention to the government tank with the turret rotating not far away, The muzzle of the gun was already aimed at a building that was close at hand—

"Boom ——!"

The loud noise came suddenly, and in an instant, I only felt that the sky was spinning, and countless brilliant stars exploded with a "buzz-" sound in my head, and before Khatam could understand what was going on, he was directly swept away by a wave of explosive air.

His ears were still buzzing, he felt pain all over his body, and his vision finally slowly regained a clear eye, and the lieutenant colonel, who had survived, found himself lying on his stomach on a pile of rubble, and his mouth was sticky with a smell of blood; There was a burst of pain in his head, and he didn't know that he was having a concussion, and Khatam wanted to get up blankly, only to feel a sharp pain in his ankle. (To be continued......)