The raging sandstorm had just disappeared. Facing the first ray of dim sunshine in the morning, the already lost bus lying on the gravel ground next to the road. The blackened and mottled light blue shell made Long Yun realize that this was not a military target, and it was even more impossible for the government military vehicle that had not yet hit here.

His eyes swept across the side wall of the carriage that was beaten like a sieve. Long Yun's eyes stagnated for a brief moment. He slowly looked at the heavy weapons set up after a row of sand stomped the checkpoint not far away. His consciousness had already linked the existence of the two.

Is this bus that looks like a civilian vehicle intercepted, fired, and then caught fire and turned into a pile of wreckage?

From the time of departure after midnight to now, I have witnessed the scene of corpses standing there twice, but it is different from the battlefield situation I saw last time. The "Hummer" car with a low speed gear slowly drove through the dust cover. The disrepaired asphalt road, the "creaking" tire friction sounds mixed with the horror and screams from the direction of the checkpoint. The vaguely scent of blood in the air stimulated Long Yun's nose. He sat in the car with his neck stiff, tilting his head to look at the human bodies beside the wreckage of the bus, some of which seemed to be underage, and only felt his throat tightening.

A car of civilians was attacked and almost all seemed to be dead. What happened here?

Sneaked from the deserted dark night, he was thrown into the scene of conflicts all over the ruins and bloody. The sudden contrast still made Long Yun stunned. However, it was obvious that this scene was common to Imran and others. He found that the Nata pilot next to him was blank, and the intelligence officer touched Long Yun's arm with his elbow. He whispered to him in Arabic:

"Mr. 'Red Dragon'. Try not to speak later. Let us deal with it. If something goes wrong, we will decisively shoot and fight them hard."

"Okay, Mr. Lieutenant."

Hearing the intelligence officer's deployment in the battle, Long Yun escaped from a strong negative mood. He knew that he was equivalent to a commander in this operation, but not the commander of the specific operation. How to deal with the rebels when they met the rebels was mainly due to these, Imran, a smart and capable young man. Turning his gaze back to the front of the car, he soon found that the weapon configuration of the checkpoint was not strong. The two 12.7mm DSHK heavy machine guns set behind the sand stomp are the main firepower of intercepting fire. Of course, whether there will be grenade launchers, or even rocket launchers, can't be seen at all from the direction of the "Hummer".

As they approached the highway checkpoint, the soldiers driving the vehicle did not deliberately slow down, but kept the reckless spirit that the rebels often had.

After stepping on the brakes in front of the roadblock at the checkpoint, Imran jumped down and said something to the rebel soldiers coming up. Long Yun could hardly understand it, but the snooping of consciousness probably made him know something, as if this was a temporary checkpoint to arrest deserters and suspicious civilians.

Just as he was undergoing a cross-examination, there was still a painful scream from the weeds on the other side of the checkpoint, and through a sandbag chest wall, two sand gray figures could be seen waving the butt stocks; when he witnessed a violent atrocity at close range, Long Yun could only pretend to be a common calm. However, he soon thought of the wreckage of the bus just now and those lifeless bodies. In comparison, the beating in front of him seemed not the worst.

Sitting quietly in the rear seat of the off-road vehicle, the "Tavol" rifle was available at any time. Long Yun, who was trapped in the enemy territory with his comrades for the first time, was inevitably a little nervous.

But it is obvious that the rebels at this checkpoint are just a group of thugs with no sense of responsibility. They treat civilians with fierce means and have no ability to identify spies. They even talked and gestured, and Imran waved his hand and asked these guys to move the roadblocks and not delay them "toward Deirzul's way":

“Hurry up, we’ll be in a hurry to meet Mr. Omar!

This ghost weather is already enough to cause trouble, and I have to waste a lot of extra time on the road. Let me make it easier for me to make it clear!"

He asked the soldiers to clear the road, and the off-road vehicle quickly dragged smoke and dust away from the checkpoint, leaving the bored Liberal soldiers, buses covered with bullets and civilians beaten far behind. Sitting in the carriage where objects were clattering, Long Yun suppressed the idea of ​​opening the window and looking back. He knew how cold he should be as a Liberal Party officer, and that he should completely ignore such a little violent act.

Moving forward in the thin dust and scattered sunshine in the early morning, the military vehicles and hiking soldiers also became more and more. The rebels carrying guns were covered in dust and looked listless and lazy. It seemed that the offensive in Damascus had not spread the panic here. While walking, they saw a series of yellow T-72m1 tanks painted with crescent moon white stars rumbled into the asphalt road. The tracks chewed the disrepaired road in a mess. The bumpy "Hummer" vehicles were constantly accusing how bad the road conditions were. The soldiers in the passenger seat took out a kettle and drank a few sips, and couldn't help but start complaining.

From the temporary checkpoint to the small town of Saya, there are only a few thousand meters of bullet craters and vehicle wreckage everywhere on the road. They are pulled into the wreckage of cars on the side of the road by bulldozers. From time to time, one or two charred armored vehicles are mixed, as if the boundary marker established by the war here, telling everyone that they are the masters here.

Smelling the choking dust and smoke, Sarahardin in the passenger seat raised his hand slightly and told Long Yun that those vehicles were lost in the tug-of-war:

"We launched a ground offensive a month and a half ago and used slightly armored vehicles. At first, it was quite smooth, but then it was stopped by the Liberal air strikes.

These Liberals, who had no idea where they had obtained so many black fighters to bomb our logistics supply lines; fighting in the desert, without supplies, no one would support them for long," the soldiers pointed to a yellow-brown camouflage beside the road, and there was a vague abandoned tank car painted with green, white and black flags. "But this time, we will not give them another chance. - Mr. Lieutenant, is the situation you said true? The Council will send warships and fighter planes to support our operations?"

"If you say so, you may be too optimistic."

Unlike Sarahardin, who looked a little angry and spoke very fast, Imran, who was not involved in the conversation, remained at least alert, squinted his slightly slender eyes and paid attention to the movements on the road. His answer was also full of caution:

"I think, well, if the United Nations can stop the rebels' airstrikes, we will have a chance to defeat the Liberals; as for now, sandstorms will help us do that for the time being."

Listening to the conversation between Imran Alayi and the soldiers, Long Yun didn't say anything in his seat. He was as news as the Syrian government forces in front of him. Some of his understanding of the "ghost" incident came from intelligence officers, and he could not express any unique insights into the situation at the moment. In this way, a few minutes later, the car approached Saya along the chaotic highway. From a distance, this was a small town standing suddenly in the desert and surrounded by sparse shrubs. It looked like he was lying on the ground, without any building with more than three floors.

Driving into the small town, the navigation system told Long Yun that they had left Sukhna for more than 60 kilometers, and there was no trace of FSA fighter jets in the dust-covered sky, and it was not known whether the Damascus offensive was about to hit here.

However, this kind of doubt was answered when the Hummer's wide tires ran across the city streets. The messy gunshots came from time to time, the passers-by running aimlessly, the cars, doors, furniture and even used tires burning on both sides of the road, all of which were silently reminding all witnesses that although the government's tanks had not yet appeared on the horizon, the Liberal armed forces entrenched here had already received news. Now they were in a mess, and at the same time they were trying to do another evil deed as much as possible before retreating.

This hellish chaos answered Long Yun’s question. No wonder no one came to check it out along the way. Seeing this, did the rebels themselves go in a mess first?

Long Yun, who had never witnessed a war at such a close distance before, was unconsciously caught up with the scene in front of him. He was still a civilian, and at this time he really felt how frightened and at a loss for those who had no weapons in their hands during the war.

Drive from the west into the main urban area, and walk carefully on the streets of Saya, where order is completely out of control. The harsh gunshots sounded everywhere mixed with heart-wrenching screams, piercing the cover of sand and dust into the ear drums. Stream bullets jumped around from time to time on the streets and alleys swept by the strong wind. A small spider-web-like crack was quickly added to the side window of the Hummer. Sitting in the off-road vehicle called "aluminum can" and was worried with his comrades. Long Yun, who was beating faster, felt that he was immersed in the horror atmosphere of war. His fingers were stiff on the side of the "Tavor" rifle gun, frequently looking down at the fast and slow machine.

At this time, he should indeed use the tar-21 continuous shooting mode, and then should they decisively abandon the car and walk - but in this kind of street fighting environment, would it be more dangerous to run on the street with guns?
Chapter completed!