"Three o'clock on the right! RPG!"
Jiang Feng's roar ca amid the gunfire.
Song Heping reflexively rolled over, and the rocket skimd the MOLLE webbing of his tactical vest, exploding five ters behind him.
The shock wave made his eardrums ache, he spat out the sand in his mouth, raised his gun, and pinned the ard man with the launcher to the wall—three consecutive rounds of 5.45×39mm 7N22 armor-piercing bullets penetrated the opponent's chest, blooming three blood flowers on the brick wall behind.
This ti, the ammunition Utekin provided to Song Heping and others were mostly armor-piercing bullets.
After all, those chasing them were GRU agents, and they all wore thick bulletproof vests.
Ordinary steel bullets gradually could not et the need to penetrate bulletproof vests; to ensure a one-shot kill, armor-piercing bullets were necessary.
The 7N22 (5.45BP) armor-piercing bullet appeared in 1998. The warhead weighed 56.9 grains, using U12A high-carbon steel to create a 27-grain pointy steel core, retaining the lead block at the tip, with excellent penetration.
"Governnt army infantry company is outflanking to encircle!"
Utekin's voice ca from the shattered window on the second floor, the muzzle flash of the Russian-made SVDS sniper rifle was eye-catching in the night.
"The Freedom Army is retreating!"
Song Heping turned his head and shouted, "Jiang Feng, take the SWAT team to block the west alley! Don't let them..."
Bang bang bang—
Bang bang bang—
The words weren't finished.
The 30mm autocannon of the BMP-2 suddenly roared, and the large-caliber armor-piercing shells cut the six rebels trying to escape from the direction of the gas station in half.
Intestines and shreds of flesh hung on the twisted guardrail, swaying left and right in the airflow whipped up by the autocannon shells.
"Damn..."
A young SWAT officer hiding behind the ruined door, Amir, knelt down on the ground, his face as pale as snow.
As an urban SWAT officer, he had never seen such brutal scenes.
Song Heping grabbed this rookie participating in actual combat for the first ti, pushing him behind cover: "You go to the second floor, set up the PKM at the window! Fire in long bursts, intercept those Freedom Army trying to escape for the governnt army, let them complete the encirclent!"
He pried open the other's tightly clenched fist, patted his shoulder, instructing in an old soldier admonishing a newbie tone: "Rember, take a deep breath before pulling the trigger, shoot in bursts, don't fire randomly."
The battle turned around within fifteen minutes.
Three BMP-2s ford a wedge attack formation, and the machine gun fire on their rooftops covered the entire street.
The governnt army infantry advanced using skilled small group attack tactics.
The Freedom Army's suicidal charges beca a one-sided massacre in front of the regular army, and surviving rebels began fleeing toward the sewage treatnt plant in the east of the city.
"Tiger Group, first company! Charge!"
A squad of soldiers wearing tiger head patches on camouflage uniforms burst out from the thick smoke, led by an officer holding an AK-74M with a GP-25 grenade launcher, the tiger emblem on the gun stock flashing in the firelight.
Two machine gunners behind him carried PKP machine guns, the 7.62×54mmR ammunition belts rattled as they ran.
Tiger Group?
Song Heping's pupils suddenly contracted—this reminded him of the Night Tiger Group; any unit with a tiger codena was generally quite fierce.
From the tactical performance of this suddenly erging company-sized governnt army, it truly deserved the title "Tiger".
It seed, without needing his own aid in the attack, the group could handle it themselves.
He quickly turned and shouted, "Everyone, attention, allied troops entering! Repeat, allied troops entering! Don't go out, stick to the police station and assist in interception!"
Going out together to chase the Freedom Army was clearly not a wise choice at this ti.
In the dark, it was difficult to distinguish friend from foe, and both sides had no identification systems, nor had they conducted joint training, making friendly fire very likely.
It turned out Song Heping's judgnt was correct.
In less than fifteen minutes, the battle was over.
The last wave of resistance ended at 03:17.
Utekin ca over and whispered, "Tiger Group, new elite unit, hard to beat, their main force should be in Aleppo, why are they here?"
"Hussein!"
Song Heping called out to Hussein.
"You go and have a chat with them."
"Okay."
Hussein slung his gun behind him, raised his hands, and walked out of the police station door.
"We're the SWAT team from Latakia Police Station, I'm the captain, Hussein! Don't shoot! We're on the sa side!"
In the distant street, the gun that had been aid at Hussein lowered its sight.
While Hussein went out to liaise, Song Heping quickly issued orders to Jiang Feng: "Count the ammunition."
As he spoke, he loosened the quick-release buckle of his tactical vest; there was a dent on the left side of the bullet-proof plate on his back with a fragnt stuck in it, probably hit during the RPG explosion earlier.
Luck was relatively good, apart from this injury, the rest were just scratches, not a big deal.
Hussein soon returned.
There was a Big Beard beside him.
The newcor's build was slightly thin, but his gaze was sharp, his face chiseled, exuding a compelling presence.
"Are you from Vakner?"
He opened his mouth to ask.
Song Heping nodded.
Utekin stepped forward and shook his hand: "That's right, I'm the deputy commander of Vakner."
The Big Beard shook his hand, introducing himself: "I'm Hassan, commander of the Tiger Group," he gestured behind him, "these are all my people."
"We..."
Hussein initially wanted to invite everyone inside to chat.
But just as he opened his mouth, a violent explosion was heard from a distance.
Rumble——
This explosion was different from others.
Definitely not the kind of noise that ordinary mortars or machine guns could make.
Song Heping looked toward the direction of the explosion and saw a huge fireball in the distant city under the night sky, seemingly reddening half the sky.
"High-yield aerial bomb!"
To soone who had once used an SU-24 equipped with a KAB-500 high-powered aerial bomb to bomb local ard forces in Colombia, that kind of explosion was too familiar.
Soon, the shock wave reached the location of the police station.
The buildings were engulfed in dust by the fierce airwaves, and the already precarious window fras were shaken down...
"Russian army starting air strike!"
Commander Hassan yanking the radio from his shoulder shouted, "Everyone into the police station!"
Flas engulfed a temple two blocks away.
Song Heping stood by the blown-out wall on the second floor of the police station, seeing Hassan and Hussein's lips moving, their faces ashen.
Perhaps, for them, temples were sacred, but those Freedom Army guys knew this too. They surely chose it as a refuge from the airstrikes, but didn't expect Da Maozi to ignore it completely, bombing directly, never minding sacred grounds.
"Commander, Russian army called, requesting we set our own pointers to avoid friendly fire."
A Tiger Group communications officer appeared beside everyone, panting as he reported the urgent ssage he had just received.
"Rooftop of the police station needs to set up laser guidance!"
"Have Shara get on it imdiately."
Hassan kept his eyes on the distant flas caused by the explosion, emotionlessly issuing orders.
Song Heping could see the pain in his expression.
This was their own country.
Their own city.
Their own temple.
But so what?
If the Russian army didn't bomb, whether Latakia could be defended at all is another question entirely.
With the bombing, each strike destroyed infrastructure, and didn't care at all about sanctuaries or such matters.
"Colonel."
Song Heping tried to change the topic, so he asked, "Are you here to defend Latakia?"
His real intention was to ask if they could lend a BTR-80 armored personnel carrier.
Because he saw that Hassan's troops were equipped with BPM-97 wheeled armored personnel carriers.
This was much better than driving a thin-skinned pickup truck or SUV.
"We're headed to Deir Ezzor." Hassan replied.
"Deir Ezzor." Song Heping mused aloud.
Realizing it's impolite not to speak while facing, he paused and added, "Our destination is Deir Ezzor."
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