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In fact, Moscow's calculations are similar to what Assad thinks, if it really wants to carry out a rescue, it is true that it cannot use national troops openly, but some, even if that team saves everyone perfectly, Moscow will not admit their existence. At most, give these people a new identity, and then let them start a new life.

So there is no room for GRU forces in Syria to refuse, although saving the hostages is not within the scope of their accusations.

GRU units made an emergency rally at the Syrian airport in Latakia, all dressed in black uniforms, like ghosts hidden in the dark night. Stopped in front of them was an An-series transport plane, the logo and number of the Syrian Air Force had been erased so that no one else would recognize it as a Syrian Air Force transport plane and the only one ready to take off at night.

Night covered the entire airport, only the indicator lights on the runway were still flashing, the plane had been overhauled and could take off at any time, the captain of this incident was doing the final mobilization and explanation, he said to the team members dressed in black but without any identification, "Benghazi is a very dangerous city, until now, the conflict between the major armed forces has not stopped, our mission this time is a confidential operation, we cannot reveal our identity, name, even when you are standing here, Our archives have been erased from the interior of the GRU. Even if we die in Libya, the Soviet government will not recognize our identity, let alone be treated as Heroes of the Soviet Union. You can choose to opt out or not, however. ”

The captain paused and said, "Now we are the only ones who can save the Soviet ambassador." ”

"No one is going to back down. Captain. The soldiers in the first row raised their heads, straightened their backs, and replied seriously, "After all, this is our mission, and we will definitely not retreat. Want the people on? ”

The captain did not answer his words, but only said to go.

Everyone silently picked up their gear, waited for the hatch to slowly open, and then entered the equally dark interior of the transport plane, where they would spend long, lonely hours in the air before landing in the sky over Benghazi. It must have been a dangerous move, and when they set foot in the city of Benghazi, they surrendered their fate to death.

Just as the team was rushing to Benghazi, the embassy, which was anxiously waiting for rescue, had already entered the white-heat of fighting. The militants of the Freedom Battalion brought in as many armed pickups from other places to shoot at the GRU members hiding behind the wall, of course, this group of communist fighters who had experienced nightmares in Afghanistan were not vegetarians, and the shooters armed with SVD sniper rifles fired at the machine gunners on the armed pickups on the watchposts equipped with bulletproof glass, and for each machine gunner, the GRU soldiers hiding behind the wall fired an RPG at the armed pickup in the gap between the other and the other person could not be filled. With such cooperation, wave after wave of tentative attacks of the Liberty Battalion were stopped.

The sniper tugged at the bolt. Witnessing an armed pickup truck explode into a bright fire in front of him, he said with a smile. "This is the fifth."

As far as the eye could see, there were all the corpses of fallen armed men, the congealed blood almost paving the entire dusty yellow earth into a blood-red color, and so far his kill record was 34 people, the vast majority of whom were killed by a single shot. He didn't even have time to shoot the corpse for another shot.

"Hey. Comrades, how many times have they attacked? I don't know how many batches of support this group of people have been transferred, far more than sixty people. The sniper spat on the ground and said disdainfully, "With this offensive trend." We'll at least be able to hold out until we run out of ammunition. ”

Mazerkov did not have the slightest expression of joy, and if he really did not wait for rescue when he ran out of ammunition and food, then he could really only shoot the Soviet ambassador Comrade Belenko in the forehead, and it was better to die in his own hands than to fall into the hands of the opposition and be humiliated. And Moscow will definitely not tolerate such a thing.

"Keep on your guard, the enemy will not let up, and if I guess correctly, they are preparing for the next wave of attacks." Mazerkov put down the walkie-talkie and sat down in the corner tiredly, only two of the eighteen people had been slightly injured so far, and most of the armed men had repelled the attack, but the sniper expressed Mazerkov's concern, if they ran out of ammunition and food and still did not wait for rescue, what would they do?

Moscow has already issued a notice that help will arrive quickly. But the area near the embassy had fallen into the hands of the Libyan Freedom Battalion, with the Red Crescent Brigade in the east and the United Revolutionary Front in the south, and the Soviet embassy was now awkwardly situated in a place where neither armed faction could reach each other.

"Be careful to save bullets and wait for help to arrive." Mazerkov said, wiping his dirty cheeks with his sleeve, his whole face covered with dust after a night of fierce fighting. Replace the empty magazine of the rifle in your hand and replace it with a new one.

Mazerkov had just finished a series of movements when he heard a strange sound coming from above him, and when he looked up, he saw the scene he least wanted to see.

A mortar fell impartially on the watchtower, and the top of the watchtower was blown into ruins in full view, and Mazerkov looked at the blazing watchtower, and he didn't even shout the word of caution on the walkie-talkie. Mazerkov hurriedly grabbed the walkie-talkie on the ground, wiped the dust, and said to everyone, "The sniper is dead, and the other party now has the assistance of mortars, everyone be careful." ”

When the mortar was heard, everyone's hearts darkened.

Before Mazerkov could finish his words, another mortar fell into the pool in the courtyard, and the explosion of the mortar shell made a large splash, and the team members standing by the pool were directly knocked to the ground by the shock wave.

The sound of gunfire that had been deposited outside the wall gradually rang out, and Mazerkov knew that the enemy was organizing and preparing for a new attack, and if reinforcements did not come back, Mazerkov and the others might not be able to sustain this round of attack. When he glanced out of the wall, it was a scene he would never forget.

The Libyan Freedom Battalion seemed to have transferred everyone to attack the Libyan embassy. The militants who had already killed the red-eyed swore to cut off the heads of all the infidels who dared to resist their true pig will.

"This is our Stalingrad, our Grozny, our Paktia, the soldiers, we have no way back." Mazerkov stood up and shouted to everyone, "Do you want to be a captive who survives, or would you rather die than give in?" ”

"I'd rather die than give in!"

Even though they were already scarred, everyone was still fighting high, even if the artillery fire continued to fall into the courtyard, kicking up dust and air waves, and behind them there was a group of unarmed women, Ambassador Belenko. Even if they die with the enemy, they will not be able to let these innocent people fall into the hands of this group of beasts.

"Soviet fighters will never surrender!" Mazerkov, who once held the post of political commissar, shouted these words, and he was honored to have the opportunity to sacrifice his life for his country.

The Libyan armed members, who were about to rush to the gate, heard an earth-shattering shout. It was another noble belief that they could not comprehend, a powerful force that burst forth. It is not comparable to the vulgar temptation of the seventy-two virgins of heaven, this belief represents the true direction of human civilization, and the endless impetus for development.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the sound passed through the air into everyone's mind, and smashed into the hearts of the armed men like a thunderclap.

"Ulla!" (To be continued.) )