The thin and tough steel wire accurately looped around his neck, crossing over, and suddenly exerted force to twist the body around!
These were elite soldiers from the Liberation Forces reconnaissance team personally trained by Jiang Feng.
In an instant, the steel wire deeply embedded into the flesh, very cleanly and neatly severing the trachea and carotid artery.
Blood began to spray, like a leaking faucet...
The dark sentry's eyes bulged out suddenly, his throat could only emit a very faint 'ho ho' sound, and his futile struggles quickly weakened before he finally went completely still.
The entire process was clean and swift, taking less than fifteen seconds.
Two team mbers quickly dragged the body into the shadows to hide it and used the spray they carried to eliminate the faint sll of blood.
Samir confird the disappearance of the target's heat signal through thermal imaging and made the hand sign for 'safe, cleared' again.
The team continued to advance, slicing silently through the outer security periter of '1515' like a knife through butter.
They bypassed the already marked minefields and avoided patrol sentries, finally reaching the ruins on the western edge of Dahuk Town.
Here it was only one street away from the core area where ard personnel gathered in the town, and they could even vaguely hear their conversations and music.
"Team A in position."
"Team B in position."
"Team C in position."
Jiang Feng listened to the information coming through the earpiece and glanced again at the military watch on his wrist under the faint night light. The luminous hands clearly pointed to 05:20.
The attack ti was set for 05:30.
In stark contrast to the silent infiltration of the eastern line, the atmosphere on the southern periter of Otaba was the extre oppressive stillness before a storm.
The armored maneuver unit codenad 'Steel Blade' was hidden at the edge of a dried-up river forest on the southern outskirts of Otaba.
The vehicle engines had long been turned off, and the massive steel bodies covered with camouflage nets virtually blended in with the surrounding terrain.
Wagner's Commander Arseny leaned halfway out of the turret of a T-62 tank, holding a heavy high-power thermal imaging binocular, carefully scanning the defensive line just under a kiloter away on the outskirts of Otaba.
In the binocular's view, the world was made of monotonous color blocks, but the heat sources of life and the residual heat of engines stood out like beacons.
He saw the newly established checkpoint.
Behind the sandbag fortifications, several orange-yellow blobs representing human bodies either sat or stood, and the large searchlight next to them, although dark at the mont, was equally exposed under thermal imaging.
The open area between the two sentry posts, and the crossfire coverage area they ford, were also clearly visible.
Arseny slowly put down the binoculars, a cold smile erging on his face.
Infiltration?
Silent removal?
No, that's too gentle.
Wagner's style has always been the most direct, the most ferocious!
He retracted back into the turret, sealed the hatch, and brought the encrypted radio transmitter hanging at his throat to his mouth.
His voice, transmitted through the electrical currents, reached the ears of every tank, every infantry fighting vehicle, every ard pickup's occupants, a voice suppressed with extre excitent and murderous desire, like the low growl of a beast:
"All units attention! This is Steel Blade One! Final confirmation of the target!"
"'Kornet' missile group, lock onto the sandbag fortifications on the left, give special attention to that heavy machine gun and the riff-raff hiding behind it!"
" BMP-1 vehicle, 'Rock' (call sign), you handle that bastard checkpoint on the right, use your 73mm cannon to blow that searchlight and sandbags sky-high for !"
"All T-62s, 'Fortress', 'Thunder', fire high-explosive rounds at the area between the two sentry posts, suppress any possible infantry!"
"All infantry fighting vehicles and pickups follow the armored assault, use your machine guns and automatic grenade launchers to sweep any moving targets!"
"All personnel—fire at will! Repeat, fire at will!"
After saying this, he took off his headset and suddenly faintly heard the sound of chanting prayers from afar.
It's said those guys pray five tis a day, asking for their god's protection.
He checked his watch.
5:30.
Ti's up.
"Allah? I'll send all you scumbags to see your damn god right now! For Wagner! For the reward! Fire!!!"
The next mont—
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two 'Kornet' anti-tank missiles whizzed out from a concealed launch position.
Boom!!!
Boom!!!
Two deafening explosions violently erupted almost simultaneously.
Huge fireballs instantly engulfed the two sentry posts.
The scalding blast wave and shockwave hurled sandbags, weapon parts, and dismbered human remains tens of ters into the air.
The DShK heavy machine gun was blown into a twisted wreck, and the massive searchlight, along with its base, disappeared without a trace.
The deathly stillness on the outskirts of Otaba was utterly shattered by this sudden, fierce assault.
"Wula!!!"
"For Wagner!"
"Kill them all!"
The diesel engines of the T-62 tanks spewed thick black exhaust, tracks furiously churned up dirt and rubble.
The BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle, like an agile hound, closely followed.
Ard pickups equipped with heavy machine guns and recoilless rifles let out a piercing screech!
This armored assault force, like a dam-bursting violent flood, charged out from the covert area of the dried woodland toward the temporarily chaotic and imnsely terrified Otaba camp, launching a direct assault aid at its heart!
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