In the wind-eroded rock area of the desert, millions of years of wind and sand have sculpted the once solid rock layers into a labyrinth of bizarre, jagged rocks.
Towering stone pillars pierce the sky like the ribs of giant beasts, twisted rock arches form natural caves and narrow passages, the ground is scattered with large weathered boulders, creating nurous perfect hiding spots and crossfire fields.
The afternoon sunlight slants down, casting heavy and twisted shadows among the rocks, the air is scorching and stagnant, only the whimpering sound of the wind through the rock crevices can be heard.
Song Heping, like an experienced desert wolf, silently led his two most elite special operation squads and the last 140-plus soldiers under General Haftar who could still fight into this natural killing field.
He chose an ambush point on a necessary route into the heart of the wind-eroded rock area—a relatively wide "gorge" flanked by towering rock walls and massive fallen rocks.
The narrowest part of this passage allows only two pickups to pass side by side, about two hundred ters long, the choke point for the pursuing forces.
"Hurry! Move quickly!"
Song Heping's voice was low but carried an undeniable sense of urgency.
"'Anvil'! Take the last two RPG-7s and all the anti-tank grenades to high points on both sides of the passage entrance! Aim at the convoy's lead and tail vehicles! Take out the lead vehicle to block the road, the tail vehicle to close the gate!"
"Understood!"
Anvil growled lowly, carrying several burly soldiers with heavy rocket launchers and ammo boxes, using both hands and feet to climb the steep rock walls and set up in carefully selected rock nests.
"'Viper'! Your PKM! And all the general-purpose machine guns, deploy them scattered at high points on both sides of the passage middle! Form a crossfire net! Don't open fire until the enemy convoy fully enters the pocket! Prioritize hitting the driver's cabins and vehicle-mounted gunners!"
Song Heping sharply surveyed the terrain.
"Leave it to !"
Viper licked his cracked lips, a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes, quickly directing the machine gun crew to find the best shooting positions.
Several PKM general-purpose machine guns and so DShK heavy machine guns dismantled from trucks were set up in rock crevices and natural firing holes, their black muzzles aid at the death passage below.
"'Wrench'! Take everyone and find all the explosives and grenades, bury them in rock crevices near the passage entrance and exit! Remote detonation! Await my signal!"
Song Heping continued his deploynt: "'Disaster Star'! Your people, along with General Haftar's infantry, ambush behind the rocks and in the caves on both sides of the passage! Rifles, submachine guns, grenades ready! After the machine-gun fire covers, await my command to charge down! Use grenades and close combat firepower to eliminate the remaining enemies! Move fast! Be fierce! Leave no one alive!"
"No problem, boss!"
Disaster Star and the officers under Haftar replied in low voices, promptly spreading the soldiers to predetermined positions.
Everyone knew this was a do-or-die ambush.
Ammunition was running low, and physical strength was near the limit. If the ambush failed or wasn't executed cleanly, they would all die with no place to bury their bodies.
Desperation was replaced by a stronger, almost crazy desire to survive and kill.
Song Heping personally climbed to a high point with an excellent view, overlooking the entire ambush circle.
He set up his HK417, loaded the last magazine, and through the scope, the cold crosshair firmly locked onto the entrance of the passage.
Sweat slid down his brow, dripping onto the scorching rock and instantly evaporating. Ti ticked by excruciatingly, each second felt like being boiled in oil.
Hunter had already led the wounded team far away, the roar of engines was drawing near, growing clearer, like a death knell from hell.
They're coming!
The first thing visible through the scope were two ard pickups kicking up clouds of dust, heavy machine guns mounted on their roofs, a few militants half-exposed, warily scanning ahead.
Behind the pickups, three military trucks full of soldiers followed, crowded with heads in the truck beds. Further back, were more pickups and trucks.
The entire convoy had about a dozen vehicles, estimated to number around three hundred personnel.
They conducted no fire reconnaissance, clearly assuming Song Heping's remnants had already fled like stray dogs, too afraid to linger.
The convoy's formation appeared sowhat lax, soldiers leaned against the truck bed panels tiredly, so even dozing off.
"All units, attention! Target entering the passage! Maintain concealnt, await my order!"
Song Heping's voice passed through the improvised radio into each ambusher's ear, cold and steady.
The leading two ard pickups were the first to drive into the narrow passage, the engine's roar echoed between the rock walls, especially piercing. The trucks followed closely behind.
When the convoy's middle—the three soldier-laden trucks—fully entered the core area of the ambush circle, and the last ard pickup had just stepped into the passage entrance.
"Detonate! Close the gate!"
Song Heping fiercely pressed the remote detonator in his hand!
BOOM! BOOM—!
Two dull yet imnsely powerful explosions occurred almost simultaneously! The passage entrance and exit were shattered into flying rocks by pre-planted explosives!
Huge boulders rolled down with a thunderous crash, instantly sealing the entrance and exit tightly!
The last pickup caught in the explosion was directly flipped over, igniting in flas, cutting off the retreat!
The lead vehicle was also jostled heavily, coming to a stop!
"RPG! Fire!"
Song Heping's order thundered out like a storm!
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