Can't wait any longer!
11th Brigade, those cowards!
If we keep waiting, we'll definitely miss the tactical opportunity!
We have to launch an attack at the flank, no matter the cost, with a flood-like offensive to capture the attention of the SAS Special Forces, creating the best tactical opportunity for the lone MiG-23 in the air!
Song Heping suddenly picked up the radio transceiver.
"Jiang Feng!"
Song Heping's voice sank down, yet contained a more unsettling murderous intent than his earlier roar.
"Present!"
Jiang Feng's voice was as hard as rock.
"Take 200 n!"
Song Heping spoke with each syllable coated in ice.
"Form a supervision team! Imdiately go to the 11th Brigade's attack line! Find Kareem! Tell him—"
Song Heping's gaze was sharp enough to pierce steel, "My blade only cuts throats! Either his troops advance up the listone within ten minutes and tear open Lumar's flank to draw all SAS and anti-air fire, or in ten minutes, I'll use his head to commorate our fallen brothers today! You, carry out the orders!"
"Understood!"
Jiang Feng hesitated not a single mont.
Ending the call, he turned to the group of rcenaries behind him, already geared up, with equally fierce and cold eyes, and growled, "Follow ! Target—11th Brigade command post! Move fast!"
Two hundred well-equipped rcenaries, radiating the scent of iron and gunpowder, swiftly charged out of the command post, led by Jiang Feng, toward the smoky and sporadic gunfire of the forward right flank.
In the command post, the air seed to solidify into a block of lead.
Ferrari looked into Song Heping's bloodshot eyes, ready to devour like a trapped beast, and his throat felt dry.
Henry's fingers tapped on the keyboard almost spasmodically, the satellite images kept refreshing, the 11th Brigade's blue markers still seed frozen.
"Remaining ti in 'Heavenly Eye' window: 8 minutes and 2 seconds."
"Forward command, this is 'Razor'!"
Alexander's voice again echoed in the encrypted channel, accompanied by the forcibly suppressed background roar of an engine, his MiG-23 evidently already on the runway, in a ready-to-launch state.
"Target coordinates locked! Requesting launch command! Repeating, requesting launch command!"
The voice was filled with a flood-like urgency.
Song Heping stared at the motionless 11th Brigade marker on the screen, and then glanced at the vivid countdown, gritting his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks sharply defined.
He took a deep breath and spoke into the transceiver, his voice suppressed like a volcano about to erupt: "'Razor'! Stand by! Repeat, stand by! Maintain concealnt! Without my orders, do not enter the combat airspace! Await the signal! Over!"
He practically shouted the last two words, and brusquely cut off communications.
Waiting! Damn waiting again!
Every second slipping away felt like cutting flesh with a blunt knife.
The 'Heavenly Eye' vision is the eye of God but also a Damocles sword hanging overhead.
Once it dims, our advantage will vanish, while the British regain single-sided map transparency!
In that case, the situation will beco unprecedentedly difficult for us.
Ti rcilessly slides into the abyss.
"Remaining ti in 'Heavenly Eye' window: 6 minutes and 50 seconds."
Forward right flank, at the foot of 'Listone' hill.
The atmosphere here and the main battlefield at the gorge felt like two different worlds.
The gunfire was pathetically sparse, with only occasional mortar shells falling in the distance, stirring up a few token dust clouds.
Soldiers of the 11th Brigade were like frightened ostriches, most hiding in foxholes, rock crevices, or behind armored vehicles, occasionally peeking out nervously at the steep, jagged stone-covered slopes of 'Listone,' only to imdiately shrink back.
Fear was like a tangible poisonous fog, pervading each soldier's breath.
The brigade's temporary command post was set behind a BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle half-buried in a dirt embanknt. Brigade Commander Kareem's corpulent body nearly filled the small interior space.
His hand holding the communicator trembled slightly, oily sweat beads covered his forehead as he babbled incoherently into the microphone: "...I understand! I understand Wolf Nest's orders! But Colonel... 'Listone' is impossible to breach! Lumar has at least two armored battalions there, along with anti-tank teams... My soldiers... they'll die! I need more artillery coverage... need..."
"Need what? Need to crawl back to your mother's bosom for a suckle, Brigade Commander Kareem?"
A cold, flat voice, like a venomous snake hissing, suddenly rang in Kareem's ears.
Not from the communicator, but from outside the vehicle!
Simultaneously, a cold, hard round object, carrying a breath of death, pressed heavily against his temple!
Kareem's fleshy body jolted violently, and the communicator fell to the vehicle floor with a clatter.
Rigidly, with extre slowness, he twisted his neck. A face like chiseled stone, devoid of expression, appeared at the vehicle door, with eyes like ice caves on Antarctic permafrost, unfathomably deep, piercing his soul.
Pointed at his temple was the muzzle of a midnight black AKM assault rifle!
Jiang Feng!
Outside the vehicle, two hundred nacing rcenaries spread out, their gun muzzles, intentionally or not, aid at every approaching governnt officer and guard.
The air thickened with the scent of impending gunpowder, more suffocating than Lumar's artillery.
"Orders from the forward command, tear open Lumar's flank within ten minutes."
Jiang Feng's voice wasn't loud but pierced through the engine noise and distant guns, entering the ears of Kareem and every officer with raised ears, "Now, remaining..."
Jiang Feng didn't even check his watch, rely pressed the muzzle harder into Kareem's burning temple.
"Less than six minutes."
The blood drained from Kareem's face instantly, his lips quivered: "You... you can't do this... this is... this is..."
"This is the battlefield, Commander."
Jiang Feng interrupted him, his voice unwavering.
"Either you order the charge now, using Lumar's blood to prove your loyalty and courage; or..."
He paused briefly, his icy gaze sweeping across Kareem's ghostly pale, fat face: "I use your blood, and all officers refusing orders, to consecrate the flag, then have my people personally 'supervise' your soldiers rushing forward. Choose one."
The icy touch of death, like a venomous snake, tightly coiled around Kareem's neck.
He had no doubt that this chanical-like man before him would pull the trigger the next second.
He saw the eyes of those rcenaries behind Jiang Feng—those weren't the eyes of soldiers; they were eyes of butchers, of hyenas sizing up a lamb for slaughter!
He had no doubt that with just a gesture from Jiang Feng, his command post would be bathed in blood within seconds!
"Charge... Charge!"
Kareem suddenly erupted with a hoarse roar, his voice distorted by extre fear, grabbing the dropped communicator, with all his might he shouted into the microphone, spittle splattering on it: "All units listen! I am Brigade Commander Kareem! Attack! Attack! Target the top of Listone Hill! No matter the cost, charge! Get up there! Rip Lumar's bastards apart! Anyone who steps back, the supervision team will kill without rcy! Charge—!"
This frenzied "Charge" was like the fuse on a powder keg being ignited.
The governnt officers, already terrified and scattered by the supervision team's gun muzzles, began screaming and driving their soldiers forward: "Get up! Idiots! Get up there! Fast! Charge!"
The supervision team's muzzles, like the tongues of a snake, flickered behind the soldiers.
Fear instantly transford into another kind of hysterical madness.
The soldiers were driven by the muzzles and officer's roars, like a flock of sheep being whipped, emitting chaotic screams, climbing out of foxholes, from behind rocks, starting to swarm frantically, recklessly up the steep "Listone" slopes!
The armored vehicles roared as well, tracks kicking up dirt, clumsily searching for relatively flat routes to crawl upwards.
The chaotic, desperate wave of charge finally began to smash fiercely against Lumar's left rear flank!
"Remaining ti in 'Heavenly Eye' window: 4 minutes and 18 seconds."
Henry's voice carried an imperceptible tremor.
On the screen, the blue arrows representing the 11th Brigade finally began moving, like an injured but enraged python, twisting, struggling, yet resolutely lunging toward the marked impact point—the weak junction of Lumar's armored formation's rear flank!
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