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In fact, from the moment he became the captain of the death squad, Iklam was restrained by the Holy City Guard at every turn. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info copy URL visits%77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d

The direction was chosen by others, the route was chosen by others, and the lurking location was also chosen by others, and it seemed that everything was designed, and it was just the number of people who rushed to rush with it.

Even while lurking, the commander of the Quds Guard refused to communicate with Ikram, let alone discuss the attack plan with Ikram, and they lay quietly in the sewers, waiting for orders from the commander of the Qusai division.

Now, on their own initiative, they entered the mosque, where shouting and bullets could be heard, apparently exchanging fire with government forces.

Self-righteous guys, do you think you can take the Umayyad Mosque alone?

"Brigadier Commander, there's a rope!" one of Ikram's men reminded him as he stamped his feet in a hurry.

The men of the Holy City Guard had indeed passed, but they still left three ropes, and there were already jihadists climbing up the ropes.

"On!" disagreements must be put aside, and now must be fought!

Iklam grabbed a rope and quickly climbed up the wall.

On the other side of the high wall, there is an open area up to 30 meters wide, and beyond that is the annex of the mosque.

At this moment, sixteen members of the Holy City Guard had entered the building through the open belt, and three or four corpses of government soldiers appeared along the way, and the building was filled with shouts and gunshots and explosions.

With such a fast speed, they do have the capital to be proud of, and their combat effectiveness is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary soldiers!

"Quick, jump!" the fighters hesitated in the face of the five-meter-high wall.

Ikram was in a hurry and jumped from the high wall first, although his left ankle was twisted, but it basically did not affect his movement.

The brigade commander took the lead, and the other fighters also went out, and people kept jumping from the high wall.

Fifteen seconds later, Ikram's men were assembled, and then they rushed into the building in front of them like a swarm.

The two-storey building, each of which is no less than 500 square meters, has halls, houses of various functions, and most of the non-combatants in the mosque are hiding here.

However, when Ikram arrived with fifteen of his men, there was not a single person left alive.

The entire two-storey building, with an area of nearly 1,000 square meters, was littered with dead bodies, of which only two were people dressed in government uniforms, and the rest were people from the mosque, including the elderly, children, and even al-Sadr, an evangelist familiar to Ikram.

All of them died, and they were all killed by a single shot in the head.

Damn, they are people imprisoned by government troops, not our enemies!

"Damn the infidels, they shouldn't have been allowed to take part in the assault on the holy Umayyad Mosque!" Iklam cursed inwardly as he led his men towards another building.

However, it was too late, and there was no living person in the building.

The masked members of the Holy City Guard were like death, the wind swept by, leaving not a single living mouth in their path!

Here, already in the heart of the mosque, leading to the gate to the east, Ikram can clearly see the backs of government troops blocking the armored units of the Guards Division at the gate from a hundred meters away.

The government troops had already sensed that they had been broken through by the central government, and were changing positions in a panic, and some of them turned their guns around and shot inside the mosque like crazy.

To the west, there is the back door of the mosque, and members of the Holy City Guard have rushed through.

The gunfire was fierce, and the more than 100 government soldiers who were responsible for guarding the rear gate were attacked by the enemy on their backs, and they immediately became chaotic.

"It worked!" shouted when the fighters of the first Aleppo Division appeared at the door, and Ikram could not contain his excitement.

Although the soldier was immediately knocked to the ground, the government forces were unable to turn the tide, and more soldiers swarmed through the gap, and together with the soldiers of the Holy City Guard, quickly compressed the government soldiers into a position of less than thirty meters.

Death awaits them!

"Brothers, attack the main gate!" Ikram was no longer required to participate in the battle at the back gate, and he immediately led his men to rush to the main gate.

"Da ......" sixteen AK47s fired at the same time, and immediately knocked down a large number of government soldiers near the main entrance.

Go ahead, kill them, as long as you open the main door, it's a great achievement!

Iklam's nerves were excited, and he saw that the government soldiers in front of him had fallen into complete confusion, and even saw that the deputy division commander's official hat was about to land on his head.

Before leaving, General Qusay and Mr. Uday promised that if the death squad raid was successful, the Jihadist would seize control of the Umayyad Mosque, and every Mujahideen who participated in the battle would be promoted to the next rank!

"Kill!" Fifty meters away, Ikram hid behind a marble pillar and fired at the government troops on the opposite side.

The gunfire outside suddenly became fierce, and two black armored vehicles suddenly appeared on the edge of the government army's defensive line, and the heavy machine guns fired a burst of fire, completely breaking the courage of the government army to continue to resist.

The government forces withdrew, and they scurried around like a swarm of headless flies, hoping to find a way out of the ascension.

It's a pity that the jihadist army is surrounded on all sides, how can they retreat?

"Bang bang......" Ikram continued to pull the trigger, and he found that his marksmanship today was particularly accurate, and every time he pulled the trigger, he could hit an enemy.

"Victory! Kill this group, and the Umayyad Mosque will return to our arms!" Ikram exclaimed excitedly, already preparing to cheer for victory.

But suddenly, Ikram felt as if he had been pushed, and he lunged forward and fell to the cold ground.

Immediately, a tingling sensation came from his back, as if his entire body had disappeared, and his consciousness began to blur.

"Who is hitting me in the back?" Ikram turned his head with difficulty.

So, he saw a vague figure with indistinguishable facial features!

About 500 meters to the south, in the lobby of the mobile building, hundreds of soldiers of the 3rd Brigade of the Security Division looked nervously at the Umaiyeh Mosque in the distance.

As a logistical supply point and medical station for this battle, they also felt the cruelty of the battle.

When the wounded and corpses were transported over, these people were secretly glad in their hearts that they were not attacking the army, otherwise these bloody bodies might include themselves.

"There are so many fewer gunshots, could it be that it has failed again!" Regiment Commander Kasin frowned and shouted loudly: "Medical team, get ready, the new wounded may be delivered soon!"

The so-called medical team consisted of about 20 members, all surgeons and nurses forcibly recruited from major hospitals in Aleppo.

In the first two hours of the battle, these men had treated at least forty Black Dead men, two eyeballs had been removed, at least ten arms and legs had been sawn off, and in the makeshift infirmary, the screams and curses never stopped, and one soldier even wounded a surgeon with a gun because he was unwilling to amputate his leg.

If it weren't for Kasin leading dozens of fighters to force them with guns, the doctors and nurses here would have run out long ago!

"Hurry, Doctor, Doctor!" Sure enough, in less than two minutes, a pickup truck came at a gallop, and before the car could stop, several Black Dead Apostles shouted inside: "Help, save people!"

Cassin only glanced at it, and then he shivered in distress.

The compartment of the pickup truck was filled with more than a dozen wounded people in layers, they were close to each other, you pressed me, I pressed you, and some people's mouths and noses were suppressed.

It is a miracle that such a wounded person can come here alive.

The triage doctor rushed over with two nurses, and each wounded person had to be screened by him, and the order of treatment was determined according to the severity of the injury and the location of the injury.

"I can't ask for this leg, send it to the No. 3 operating room!"

"This one was shot in the abdomen and lost too much blood, so arrange a blood transfusion immediately!"

"This one is dead, carry it away!"

The doctor is like a dignified judge, who can decide the life and death of the wounded with one sentence.

When the doctor examined the seventh wounded, he was stunned for a moment, opened the wounded's eyes and looked at it, listened to the heartbeat with a stethoscope, hesitated for a few seconds, sighed, waved his hand and said: "Although he still has a breath, the conditions here are not curable, let it go!"

"What?" One of the Black Dead who escorted the wounded was furious, drew his hand + gun and shouted, "Do you know who he is, he is our brigade commander of Ikram! I order you to treat him immediately, or I will break your head!"

"Then you can kill me now, if you can't cure it, you can't cure it, and I can't waste precious medical resources because of a dying person. The doctor was stubborn, he didn't pay attention to the Black Death's hand + gun at all, continued to check the next wounded, and said, "You are only slightly injured, just go in and get a gauze bag yourself!"

"Bang!" Ikram's men really shot, and the bullets splashed sparks at the doctor's feet: "I don't care, if the brigade commander doesn't live, all of you people here will die!"

"What's going on?" Suddenly, another doctor in a white lab coat appeared in front of the pickup truck, looked down, and exclaimed, "Brigade Commander Ikram, you ...... Why did you hurt so badly?"

The first doctor shouted: "Whether he is a brigade commander or a general, he is a dying person, and he is not worthy of attention." Why did you run out and not go back for surgery!"

"Let me see!" The later doctor bent down to examine Ikram's injuries and said, "It's serious, but it's not impossible." Immediate transfer, the best experts and equipment at the Carlton Grand Hotel!"

"You say our brigade commander is still saved?" the Black Death man was agitated, grabbing the Medic by the collar and shaking it vigorously.

"Let go, if you mess around again, your brigade commander won't be able to save you!" The doctor indifferently pushed Ikram's subordinate and said, "Prepare the car, I'll send you over!"

"Yes!" Ikram's men didn't dare to be verbose any longer, and one of them jumped on the carriage and beckoned his companions to throw the remaining wounded directly down, then put Ikram back in the carriage, pointed a gun at the doctor and shouted: "Get in the car and send us over, if I can't see the best doctor and equipment, I'll kill you!"

"Young man, never be unreasonable to the doctor, or you will regret it sooner or later, this is my advice to you!" the doctor shook his head indifferently and followed into the pickup truck.

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... (Jiangsu.com)