A massive, deadly web of death quietly unfurled in the darkest hour before dawn.
Around the river valley, Illiguo militia soldiers lay silently behind the dark rocks and mounds of earth, completely blending into the darkness.
Ti crawled in silent waiting, each second stretched like a taut wire, straining the nerves of every lurking figure.
On the eastern horizon, that deathly gleam of white finally began to painstakingly penetrate the ink-like night curtain.
With this faint twilight, one could vaguely discern the outline of the Hamdaniye River Valley—steep, weathered rocky walls and low thorny slopes on both sides, with a relatively flat dry riverbed in the middle, like a fissure in the earth.
The roar of engines, growing from distant rumbles into deafening roars, shattered the valley's morning tranquility.
Kazal's pursuing convoy finally appeared at the northern entrance of the valley.
The lead vehicles were beat-up pickups with black smoke puffing from the hoods, their beds cramd with ard n, wrapped in black scarves and clutching various weapons, their faces a mix of fatigue, agitation, and a hint of bewildernt.
They were followed by trucks mounted with heavy machine guns, and two old armored personnel carriers painted with the black insignia 1515, their tracks making heavy tallic scraping sounds.
The convoy moved indiscriminately, like a bloated, restlessly uneasy giant python plunging into the narrow river valley.
"Boss, the valley ahead is very narrow, with slopes on both sides..."
Suddenly, in the lead pickup, a subordinate responsible for reconnaissance, looking at the increasingly cramped terrain ahead, felt a strong sense of unease sweep over him and couldn't help but remind Kazal, who was standing aside, anxiously scanning through binoculars.
"Shut up!"
Kazal cut him off roughly, the binoculars only revealing the empty riverbed ahead and the silent rocks on either side.
The sha of being ambushed earlier made him restless, craving a massacre to vent and prove himself.
The reports from the forward reconnaissance unit confird that footprints and tire marks all pointed here.
His frantic emotions made him sowhat lose his reason.
"They're just ahead! A pack of lost dogs! Accelerate! Crush them for !"
He roared, waving his arms.
The convoy was forced to slow down in the narrow riverbed, bunching together.
The pickups roared, the tracks of the armored vehicles crunching over rocks, creating a piercing noise.
Just as the majority of the convoy fell into the narrowest part of the valley, where ambush points had the densest firepower—
"Bang!"
A crisp gunshot, like tearing cloth, suddenly pierced the stagnant air! It ca from behind a protruding giant rock on the east side of the valley.
The gunfire was the signal!
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Explosions from both ends of the valley accompanied the sound of collapsing rocks, and the rising dust shrouded the night sky.
Pre-planted explosives shattered the rock walls on both sides of the valley entrance, sealing the exits—an old tactic of trapping prey!
Though old, the tactic was effective!
The silent valley was instantly ignited!
"Fire!!!"
Samir's voice, via radio, exploded like a thunderclap in the earpieces of all the ambushers!
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!!!"
"Bang-bang-bang-bang—!!!"
Countless scorching tongues of fire suddenly spewed from the valley walls, behind the thorn bushes, and among the rock piles! Rifles, machine guns, RPG launchers…
All firepower was poured out montarily! Bullets, like a furious tal storm, with the shrieks of the Grim Reaper, pounded onto the tightly packed convoy 1515 below!
The lead pickups bore the brunt.
Windshields instantly shattered under dense bullet rain, causing the driver and the gunman beside him to convulse wildly, blood and flesh splattering onto the dust-covered windows.
The gas tank of one pickup was directly hit by an RPG rocket.
"Boom!"
With a loud explosion, the entire vehicle beca a violently burning fireball, its twisted tal fra and burning human remains hurled high by the blast wave, the ignited gasoline spraying around, quickly setting the vehicles beside it ablaze!
"Enemy attack! Ambush!!"
Panic-stricken screams instantly drowned out the roaring engines.
The entire 1515 ard convoy was thrown into chaos.
The ard n on the trucks frantically tried to operate the rooftop heavy machine guns for counterattack, but shooters often had their heads shot off with precision from above as soon as they popped up, leaving bodies hanging limply on the gun mounts.
The thick steel plates of the armored vehicles clanged under the dense bullet hits, sparking wildly, the occupants inside shrinking back in fear in the confined space.
"Hold out! Hold out! Allah will bless us! Charge out for ! Break through the west side!"
Kazal, hiding behind the steel plates of the pickup seat, shouted hoarsely, his initial rage long replaced by imnse terror and disbelief.
Cold sweat soaked his headscarf, running down his cheek. He realized this was no fleeing rabble but a carefully crafted, heavily ard death trap!
He was like a stupid pig, bringing everyone straight in!
Looking out, he saw the rock debris blocking the western valley exit was less than two ters high.
Reason told him it was the only way out.
He frantically pointed in that direction, ordering his n to charge at all costs.
"Martyrs! Martyr squad! For Allah! For entering Heaven! Blow it up!"
Kazal uttered a desperate, frenzied roar into the radio.
The "martyrs" were the fiercest, most fearless in the 1515 forces.
These guys, deeply faithful to the doctrine, treated their lives as nothing, the most zealous soldiers.
A few seconds later, an old pickup specially reinforced, with thick steel plates welded on its nose, roared like a beast as it stord out from the rear of the disordered convoy!
This "death truck" ignored the rain of bullets pouring down from both sides. The driver, rigid like a stone statue, looked ahead with hollow eyes, flooring the accelerator pedal!
The truck, like a fully crazed steel beast, charged madly towards the narrow rocky slope on the west side! In its bed, it was packed with bulging, tarp-covered explosive charges!
Through the tarp gaps, the red indicator light of the fuse flashed madly in the dim light, ready to succeed as long as the vehicle hit the blocked rocky entrance.
The explosion would clear the rocks, tearing open a path for the follow-up troops, creating a way out.
"Stop it! Rocket launchers! Take out that truck!"
Samir, in a concealed command post at the valley's eastern high ground, locked his binoculars on that ominous suicide truck.
A cold chill instantly raced from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, his scalp tingling! If allowed to reach the rocky slope and detonate, the massive explosion would not only blow open a gap, but its shockwave and flying boulders would instantly wipe out all ambush points within tens of ters nearby!
The entire encirclent would be torn open!
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