It seemed as if the doomsday had come. Although the government troops had not yet entered, everyone in Aleppo had no rules.

It was a chaotic situation. Several rooms in the huge Liberal government office building had fired, and there were still one or two gunshots and screams echoed from time to time. The man in black, who was carrying a special mission, seemed to have not heard of it. He only shot and fired without saying a word after the encounter. The hot shells rolled down one after another, stepped on the messy and the still warm bodies, and came to the archives warehouse in the basement. The special forces team members carrying gasoline barrels immediately spilled everywhere, and handcuffed several security personnel still stranded here to the side.

"How long has it been since the situation got out of control?"

"Uh... Report to the sir, maybe a few hours..."

Facing the special forces leader who was wearing a glass mask and unable to see his appearance, the head of the security team who was a little timid and timid answered hoarsely, and then he heard some questions again:

"During the riots to the present, have anyone come in to grab information? Are there only a few registered here?"

Impatiently waved my subordinates to hurry up. The mask blocked the unpleasant smell of gasoline that spread in the data warehouse. The black-clothed leader carrying a short g36c assault rifle asked while asking questions, and then took out a piece of paper from the blood-stained dirty Xixi shoulder bag, allowing the at a loss-willing security team leader to take a look. Is the archivist printing the photos on it complete?

After looking down at the emergency light for a while, the team leader nodded to the man in black in front of him, and before he could speak, he was scolded and stepped aside.

"Sir, we--"

"Have you done it all done? When it's done, hurry up and get out. Yaxin. Get the lighter ready for me!"

He roared and issued orders. He asked the special forces team members who were splashing gasoline to leave quickly, turned around and picked up the gun and pulled the gun with a "slam". The man in black opened fire at the terrified security guards without saying a word.

The gunshot was loud, and a tongue of flames licked the muzzle in an instant. The basement, which was yelling, immediately turned into a bloody slaughterhouse. After slapping a magazine, the unlucky guys were put on the ground. The leader who stepped on the g36c pulled out a shiny gilded "Ruger" p08 pistol from his waist. He walked to the fallen security guards in the pool of blood. He shot each of them on the head, and then blew the muzzle with blue smoke, and reached out to take the lighter handed over by his subordinates.

Flames rose, and the rolling smoke quickly rushed out of the basement. The materials recorded by the Liberal Party were quickly burned. The man in black who was carrying out the destruction mission quickly left the government office building on an off-road vehicle and rushed to the outskirts of Lobhari Street.

The action to destroy secret archives is just a small episode in the chaos of Aleppo.

Early in the morning, I received a report on the front line, and news that "Damascus launched a general attack" came. The Liberals who were nestled in Aleppo suddenly exploded the battalions and began to work for the rear. Unlike the troops like cannon fodder outside the suburbs outside the city. The Liberals entrenched in the "capital" all knew that the city's defense was strong outside and the middle. Besides, the sky is full of fighter jets from multiple countries. Even if they hoard more troops, how long can they defend?

So, under the rule of the Liberal Party, the social order was chaotic. The remnants of fleeing outside the city wanted to retreat, and the troops in the city wanted to rush out. In addition, long-range rockets and guided munitions that landed and blossomed at any time, there seemed to be no peace in the sky and the ground in such a huge ancient city.

The Liberals who were deeply trapped in chaos and acted recklessly now shot themselves in the foot.

Seeing that the disaster was right in front of us, the officers and soldiers who were busy escaping did not care about any discipline or rules. The panic-looking rebels squeezed into the back of the truck with guns, and were crowded in the streets and alleys. At this time, many thugs realized that they were just ordinary people after all, and needed a minimum stable environment to live. However, when the cannons rumbling and the enemy was already close, it was too late to have some enlightenment.

The situation on the ground was in chaos, but the punishment for death in the sky was endless.

After the general attack was launched, facing the powerful air offensive of many national forces, the FSA, which was doomed, almost completely abandoned the Aleppo front line. The "Ghost" fighter jets that once blackened the sky were gone at this time. The whistling ea-18g "Roarer" fighter jets accelerated their flight, and soon suppressed the ground air defense firepower with anti-radiation missiles and electronic interference. The Liberal air defense forces that were still fighting in Aleppo City could only use portable infrared missiles with limited range and old direct-aim anti-aircraft guns to fire randomly at the air.

As the fighter jets attacked, the fire on the ground appeared one after another. Looking down from the attacker's sky perspective, thin and weak missiles were seen dragging white smoke into the air, and they were flying in the bloody sky with traces of the shells.

The chorus of missiles and anti-aircraft guns firing together looked spectacular. The commanders of the multinational troops who monitored the battle through airborne sensors, and some older pilots, recalled the Gulf War that had been involved in many years ago. At that time, the sky in Baghdad was once so bright, but the actual killing effect was the same as that of Aleppo today, almost "useless".

Fired wildly into the sky, portable air defense missiles, anti-aircraft artillery shells and even rocket-boosted grenades flew into the sky, but they were almost no threat to the fighter jets of multinational troops attacking in medium-high airspace. A multi-purpose fighter jets covered with ammunition, the attack aircraft calmly entered the attack route and launched an attack under the shield of electronic interference, radar bait, and hot flame bombs.

The attack was ready. The pilot pressed the weapon button with one finger, GPS-guided ground-based bombs, clusters of hot-seeking cluster bombs and clusters of graphite fiber bombs broke out of the pylon to accelerate the fall. The bright tail flames of air-oplasty thrust the ground one by one, and the various warheads blooming everywhere directly made the ground under his feet rise, making Aleppo, which was already out of control, directly turned into a chaotic place covered by thick smoke.

The ground was in chaos, bombs flew everywhere in the sky, and the city of Aleppo, which was baptized by blood and fire, seemed to be completely erased from the earth by the cruel and ruthless clutches of war.

However, in such a chaos, some people's actions were still calm and cruel. They marched along the way and eliminated any obstacles without hesitation. The mission goals of these people have not changed. Just as several special forces members completed the destruction of files and fled from the main urban area, several sandy yellow camouflage "Boncat" armored vehicles set off from the back door of a building south of Aleppo City, along the main streets of the remains of the ground, heading eastward, preparing to rush to the eastern Aleppo airport, which is about to be captured by Damascus armed forces.

"Yes, I'll inform me immediately and ask Lieutenant Colonel Hatam to come and listen to the phone!"

Sitting on the shaking armored vehicle, holding the radio microphone in his hand, but in the cold weather, Major Hassan Abd was yelling, his ears were filled with the roar of diesel engines, and the rumbling explosions coming in from time to time through the armored vehicle.

At such an emergency moment, he was specially assigned by Mr. Kharif, and he was eager to contact the commander of the resident at the Eastern Airport to confirm whether the plane was in place, but it was futile because of the American electronic interference. He was now extremely anxious:

“Yes, call Hatam immediately to listen to the phone!

What are you talking nonsense? Do you want to die? I'm calling the Air Force Liaison Office!—Ah? What, are you a Vanguard? tm's bastard,"

He threw the microphone out of the narrow glass window and pulled off the headphones. Major Abud turned his head and looked at the streets of Aleppo outside the narrow glass window. He swallowed hard for a few times before he connected the convoy contact channel. He raised his furry hand to wipe his sweat, and changed into a very flattering expression to report to the microphone:

"Uh, Mr. Kharif, we are now-"

"——I can't contact the airport? Hassan, I remember that there is an unactivated satellite phone in your car."

"Ah, ah! Yes, I will call the airport garrison immediately!"

After receiving instructions from Khalif, Major Abud hurriedly put down his microphone and called the soldiers to search for satellite phones from the miscellaneous items stuffed with armored vehicles. While ordering the personnel on the vehicle to be on guard against the "rebels" who were wandering around the city.

While he was roaring, the sudden explosion caused the car to shake violently. The major who was hitting the bulkhead cursed, jumped up and stabbed into the shooting hole with an assault rifle, cursed and slapped a magazine. He asked the rebel soldiers squatting next to him to make a quick move, and quickly fired a few tear gas bombs to drive everyone away from the street. Several camouflage trucks were stained with blackening, and the "Boncat" armored vehicles with traces of light weapons hitting the hits all over the way, and soon turned onto another rugged road blocked by the collapse of the viaduct.

"Karif, -Karif; hell, is this your plan?"

Sitting in the bumpy "Boncat" armored vehicle, he listened to the endless gunfire and explosions. Abdul Rahman, a white casual outfit with a little stain on it, looked frightened, the leader of the Syrian Liberal Party, was still strategizing just a few months ago, but now he looks like a struggling dog. His lips trembled and asked a few questions, while staring at the man in the camouflage uniform sitting opposite him with his slightly cloudy eyes.
Chapter completed!