The fuel and air bombs thrown by the fighter planes turned the rebel position into a hell on earth in a flash.

The explosion of the oil and gas mixture swept across the large building complex on the edge of Aleppo city. The Liberal Party troops stationed here were originally ready to prove that they were not cowards through a fierce battle, but now they are completely deprived of the right to breathe air.

No, there is actually the right to breathe. However, every hot breath that sucks into the chest, the oxygen that lives depend on is completely gone.

Just now, I was still looking up at the rows of rockets in the sky with horror, but I didn't notice that the flying fighter jets had already thrown the fae. The terrible power of the fuel-air bombs was raging everywhere on the entire front in an instant; the huge fireballs that soared into the sky swept through all the violent impacts, and instantly harvested countless lives and took away all the oxygen molecules in the air. With the power of the explosion, even if the rebels who did not die on the spot were able to experience the horror of suffocation in their completely futile breathing time and time again, and then died with desperate eyes.

Fae, which fell from the sky, is used in Aleppo city where low buildings are densely packed with terrain but quite flat. The spread of the mixture is quite smooth and the killing effect is completely beyond that of ordinary aviation bombs.

With the huge fireball rising terror, the explosion destroyed almost all the buildings within the killing radius. The rebel defense line built on these dilapidated houses suddenly became fragmented, and the undead Liberal soldiers were also confused by the bomb. However, this hellish-like baptism of cloud explosions was obviously not all the firepower, followed by rockets falling on the ground. The impact fuse suddenly moved and blossomed on the riddled defense line.

A wave of cloud bombs bombardment, and another wave of rocket bombs exploded. In a trance, it was like being in the end of the world with the sky and the earth, and the Liberals who were screaming in panic with guns were on the verge of collapse.

Witnessing the terrifying explosion that destroyed everything, the soldiers who survived could only lie on the ground and trembled, and had no courage to jump up and hold on to the battle position; when the steel giant beast with the roaring engine smashed a barrier and roared with a 125-mm smoothbore cannon, the soldiers who were supposed to be controlling the anti-tank missiles were running away in a silence, completely losing their minds, let alone the rebels who were fighting will scattered immediately, and they jumped out of the ruins and ran wildly, but they could clearly not run through a string of bullets full of anger. The battle quickly turned into a one-sided crazy pursuit, and the outskirts of Aleppo city were also turned into a large cemetery of death full of corpses and blood.

After experiencing a long and cruel civil war, resentment towards the Liberal Party has accumulated to the extreme. The soldiers of the government soldiers, who were red-eyed, bravely marched forward on the bodies of rebels. Gunshots and explosions rang out in their ears, and thick smoke rose everywhere. The streets of the city that almost covered their sight. Short and fierce battles of despair broke out everywhere.

Originally, he had a glimmer of hope for "staying waiting for help", but after the battle started, he found that this was a completely foolish dream. The rebels' collapse speed was beyond expectations. There was no suspense in the subsequent battle.

Facing the heavy encirclement of Damascus, the Liberal Party regime, which was clamoring to defend Aleppo, had collapsed before the government launched a general attack. What the rebels who struggled to the death received was nothing but a meaningless empty promise; this lie was naturally completely vulnerable in front of the cannon. The disappearance of "leader" Abdul Rahmann exacerbated the chaos within the regime. The formerly arrogant Liberal Party is now like a small sandbank in the storm. Once the seemingly huge force encounters a tough battle, the collapse will only be a matter of time.

After being subjected to fierce air strikes by many national troops, several huge gaps were instantly cut in the urban defense line. Before the unexpected rebels could dispatch reserves to fill the situation, the government tanks with roaring artillery fire rushed into the city.

The gun followed the tank and rushed forward, over the buildings and temporary fortifications that had just been blown into ruins. The high-ethnic Damascus ground troops quickly passed through the breakthrough and rushed into the city like a tide. The rebel soldiers who had just been beaten into half-spent by a round of firepower attacks, and the rebel soldiers who were rushing to move their positions kept falling in the rain of missiles. The long-awaited fire support did not work much. Grenades that exploded from the ground occasionally exploded several figures, but they could not stop the attackers' tide attack on the terrain of the densely populated urban area.

On one side, there were joint firepower of air and ground, but on the other side, there were only dozens of howitzers of various calibers. The firepower intensity of the two sides of the war was almost one order of magnitude. The cannon fodders in the rebels were naturally killed and injured, and even the rebel independent regiment, which was known as the elite, could not defend their positions.

With the fierce attack of the government forces, a telephone call hit the regiment command center several thousand meters away from the warfront. Lieutenant Colonel Ibrahim Hatam, with a "Desert Eagle" on his waist, shouting at the microphone.

The ground trembled from time to time, and the rumbling cannons and explosions from the front line not far away were clearly heard. The Liberal officer, who had been leading his troops to the airport and was dispatched to the southern defense line of Aleppo two days ago, has now realized that the situation is serious. His subordinates are being divided and eliminated by the government forces, and the reserve team at hand has been used up. From a tactical perspective, the only feasible thing now should be to retreat immediately, retreat at least about 3,000 meters, and then try to turn into the defense after leaving the direct firepower of the Damascus army.

The rational consideration is roughly like this, but when you think about the death order issued by the above, the lieutenant colonel, who was in Deirzur's wife and children, who were sweating in the cold weather, shouted angrily and ordered the front-line troops to stand firm and wait for the arrival of the "reinforcements" who no one knows where they arrived.

The combat order was issued quickly, and several heavy shells fell near the command center. A violent explosion shock caused dust in the building to fall, and communication with the rear was completely interrupted.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the communications soldiers called repeatedly on the radio, but there was no response. The anxious lieutenant colonel simply made up his mind. He lit up all the officers and soldiers, including civilians, and all took up weapons, preparing to rush to the front line to fight to the death with the government army, but found that many people in the regiment headquarters were wandering, and even his deputy disappeared after the battle started. Originally, he was commanding an independent regiment with a slightly shortage of organization, but now, together with the regiment's direct team, had gathered less than fifty people. Hatam, who was carrying the m21 rifle, had already become dying. He shouted and scolded a few words, and then took guns and supervised the battle with a few close confidants, driving the hasty team forward in a hurry.

The battle was like this, and now there was no need to think about life and death. A group of rammed rebels braved the artillery fire and struggled to move forward. When they finally saw their accomplices, they also encountered a fierce government army.

Seeing the enemy approaching, Hatalum shouted and ordered the troops to enter the battle. The m21 precision shooting rifle in his hand began to show his power. He carefully concealed a ruin that once was a two-story building and sniped several government soldiers in khaki camouflage uniforms. In a blink of an eye, he saw several rebels hiding in the corner of the wall, and were about to turn around and run away.

"Ph" spit out a mouthful of saliva, and the murderous intent in the lieutenant colonel suddenly showed. He took out a 44-caliber "Desert Eagle" and fired several shots, but only killed one deserter, while the others quickly ran away like rabbits.

The battle situation was critical and there was no time to chase these cowards. Hatam replaced the "Desert Eagle" in his hand with a new magazine and turned back to peep the front. In just a moment, the government tanks wearing reaction armor had already appeared on the streets. The explosion of the stable tail grenade quickly resounded throughout the streets. The bricks and stones and tiles around him smashed the lieutenant colonel's head and bloodied. While cursing and moving the position, he took off a Kevlar helmet and buckled it on his head when he passed by.

The sound of cannons rumbled, and the sound of storm of coaxial machine guns kept firing. Seeing the yellow-brown figure falling in sight, Hatamu encountered government soldiers directly when he passed through a doorway that was missing.

When I met several enemy soldiers, the lieutenant colonel jumped behind the wall with a sudden inspiration. He heard the sound of the wall being hit by a warhead. He found a gas grenade from his arms and threw it out. Then he was anxious to wear a gas mask, but found that a large crack had been broken in the mask carrying box. It was obvious that at some point the grenade was "bitten" into this shape.

“——TM!”

Chemical grenades have taken action, but now there is no protective measures. Hatam cannot help but scream and run away. The sound of Kalashnikov's fully automatic shooting of the rifle is endless, and sometimes it may be mixed with one or two screams of the dying person. The lieutenant colonel, who was flying in a stray bullet next to him, threw away the rifle and escaped from the spread of poison gas. He held the "Desert Eagle" tightly and looked around, wanting to catch a usable gas mask like helmet before, but he did not pay attention to the government tanks that were rotating in the turret not far away, and the muzzle was aimed at a building close to the close-up-

"boom--!"

A loud bang suddenly came, and in an instant, the sky was spinning. With a "buzzing" in my head, countless brilliant stars exploded. In front of me, a blurry and changing Hatamu was blown away by a wave of explosions.
Chapter completed!