The Russian convoy, consisting of four armored vehicles, drove out from the Latakia base and headed towards the agreed location. Colonel Seedorf personally led the team, and more than 20 fully armed Russian special forces set off escorting Faisal.
"You are about to be free, but you don't seem too happy." Seedorf looked at Faisal and said.
There was no trace of life on Faisal¡¯s face, perhaps because he was too frightened or was severely beaten during his imprisonment or interrogation.
He tried to raise his head and said with difficulty, "I won't be too happy until you end your brutal interference in our country and get out of Syria. And I also know that you will kill me. You will never let me Get out alive. I know what you think, I know. You are a cruel Russian executioner."
"It's a pity that we are here to fight international terrorism, and people like you are here. We will not leave until you die." Colonel Seedorf smiled.
"Unless you can kill everyone, your so-called counter-terrorism will never succeed." Faisal said with a cruel smile.
"We will, if necessary, we will do so." Colonel Seedorf wrote lightly.
The convoy continued to drive and had entered the ruins of the suburbs.
"It's here. A few months ago, you were still claiming the throne. What about now? It's nothing more than leaving countless corpses and fleeing in panic." Seedorf sighed, "In the past week, our fighter planes have completed the battle. It flew 157 sorties and struck 579 targets of terrorist organizations in Syria. Scenes like this will continue until you are completely eliminated. No one can scare the Russian nation."
"So you are executioners just like the Americans. You have air raided so many villages, destroyed so many schools and hospitals, and killed and injured many innocent civilians. They are not soldiers, just civilians. Just like me before. , and in the end it was you who forced us to become warriors." Faisal said through gritted teeth.
"You didn't kill anyone? God, are you extremists pure? It's so funny! This is a battlefield. There are no good people and no bad people here. There are only living and dead people." Seedorf sneered. "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, that's all."
Just as he was sarcastic, there was a sudden spin, and a huge explosion accompanied the distance. All the people in the carriage were knocked into a ball! "What's going on?!" Seedorf shouted sternly after barely stopping.
"We were attacked, Colonel. It was a roadside bomb from extremists! God, I have never seen such a powerful bomb." A signal flag special soldier climbed out of the car and looked at the entire overturned car in front of him. The infantry fighting vehicle BMP-3 infantry fighting vehicle was stunned. Because the vehicle was bombed horribly, its tracks were blown into several sections, and the site was severely damaged.
Several crew members crawled out of the tank covered in blood. The explosion vortex penetrated the tank body, and most of the people inside were severely injured.
"Cover them! Send the wounded to the back and pay attention to your surroundings!" Colonel Seedorf shouted sternly, somewhat angrily.
"Colonel, the engine is damaged and the armored vehicle cannot drive!" the driver reported immediately.
"Get out, you guys protect the prisoners!" Colonel Seedorf gritted his teeth, "The cars behind are not damaged, escort the prisoners to those two cars. Be careful, they may be around."
Before he could finish his words, there was another huge explosion. A building collapsed behind them, hitting the ground heavily, and the dust covered the sky.
"Damn it, they blocked our retreat!" Seedorf's expression changed. He knew that his people had stepped into the opponent's trap. The infantry fighting vehicle that opened the way was destroyed, and the path behind was blocked by a collapsed building. This shows that the other party wants to trap people like themselves.
Seedorf was unfazed and immediately ordered, "Two people go and occupy the commanding heights on the left. Drive No. 2 car to the right and consolidate the defense line!"
The most prominent feature of the Russian BMP-3 infantry fighting vehicle is its powerful firepower system: 1 2a70 100mm artillery, 1 2a72 30mm machine gun and 3 7.62mm machine guns, which can be regarded as "super luxurious" weapon systems.
This configuration has completely surpassed the firepower of medium tanks or main battle tanks in the 1950s and 1960s.
And there are 5 shooting holes on the BMP-3 infantry fighting vehicle, 2 on each side and 1 on the left rear door. In addition to fixed weapons, the vehicle also has two portable light machine guns and six AK-74 5.45 mm automatic rifles for crew use. If you rely on tanks to fight, the firepower is very powerful. It's a complete battle fortress.
Seedorf knew that his attackers should not be heavily armed, otherwise they would not need to rely on such simple roadside bombs. As long as the defense line is quickly deployed and the tanks are used,?With defense and firepower, they are still capable of fighting. Not to mention that as long as there is a little delay, other backup troops will arrive.
Because this place is so close to the Latakia Air Force Base, the explosion just now was probably heard by the base. These extremist armed forces are either really stupid or really desperate. How dare you set up an ambush in this area!
Seedorf sneered and continued to issue orders. But they stood ready, and the militants who attacked them did not appear. Wasn't this a raid, just an accidental roadside bomb? Seedorf was a little strange.
They seemed to hear the sound of fire trucks approaching in the distance, but the collapsed ruins completely blocked the road, and they seemed unable to drive through. We can only open the fire hydrant from a distance and spray water at the location of the explosion.
"These stupid Syrians." Seedorf shook his head and shouted angrily, "Stop spraying, there is no fire here."
As soon as he said a word, his face suddenly changed, and he smelled the pungent smell of gasoline. Is the car's fuel tank leaking? No, why does it taste so bad?
Seedorf looked at his sleeves that were wet with the mist sprayed by the fire hose, and suddenly thought of something, and yelled in panic, "Be careful, what they sprayed is not water, but gasoline!"
"That's right." A firefighter in the distance shrugged, "How do you feel?"
Seedorf turned around and looked at the other players. Many of them were soaked to the skin and their feet were standing on the ground full of gasoline. Everyone's face was extremely ugly, and everyone knew what it meant, as long as a little spark drifted by. The entire blocked block would turn into a sea of ??flames in an instant. Everyone here will be burned into cokes, and no one will be spared.
Everyone¡¯s heart feels like a huge boulder weighing on them, which is so heavy that it¡¯s heartbreaking. Opposite is a terrifying fire brigade. Their fire trucks spray not water, but a large amount of gasoline. They are not trying to put out the fire, but setting it on fire.
Even Seedorf, who is accustomed to big scenes, has to admit that he was overwhelmed. Under the current circumstances, absolutely no one of his soldiers dared to shoot. They are special forces soldiers, yes, but they are not desperadoes. In a gasoline environment with this concentration, a little muzzle flash is enough to light everything up, and no one wants to do that.
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