Soviet Union 1991

Third update

Those armed religious soldiers who claimed to be fighting for their faith finally met proletarian fighters who were more loyal than them and were willing to sacrifice for their faith. These militants who had never experienced the baptism of fire in a major battle soon realized the kind of faith that they believed in regardless of their own safety. Madmen are far more terrifying than their group of guys shouting about real pig supremacy.

The armed militiamen, who were several times the number of GRU soldiers, were beaten so hard by the people on the wall that they could not hold their heads up. They vented their artillery fire as if they were desperate for their lives. After the AGS-17 grenade gun finished shooting, they picked up their PKM machine guns and fired at the rest. More than a dozen people stopped the Liberty Camp militiamen who kept killing people at the gate.

However, mortars from the rear continued to fall into the courtyard. The originally neatly manicured lawn turned into a pit that smelled of burning, and there was not even an intact area. The power of mortars is far more powerful than the attack of armed militiamen. The damage caused by one shell is far more than that of a thousand bullets fired by those people.

"Is this a barrage advancing?" Hearing the whistling of mortars, Mazelkov quickly squatted down with his head in his hands. After an explosion that was about to tear his eardrums, two more people fell down, and then Didn't stand up either. He still looked like he was pulling the trigger before he died.

Looking at the man lying more than ten meters away in front of him, Mazelkov's eyes widened. He dropped his gun and wanted to run over. The people around him stopped Mazelkov. It was too dangerous to leave the corner now. . One of the people who fell was his friend, Lolkov. A moment ago, he was jokingly telling himself that if he persisted until next month, he could go back to visit his children.

But now, the man who smiled and said that he was about to become a father closed his eyes forever.

"No!" Mazelkov cried heartbreakingly, but his voice was covered by the sound waves of artillery fire and gunfire.

Paratroopers jumped from the sky above Benghazi and landed on the territory of the Libyan United Revolutionary Front. There, a team of armed pickup trucks was waiting for them, heading to support the besieged Benghazi embassy. Because the Benghazi opposition did not have air defense radar and anti-aircraft artillery, the rescue team landed on the land of Benghazi without incident. When these soldiers walked on the streets of Benghazi for the first time, they finally realized the chaos and disorder here.

There were gunshots everywhere. Vendors can be seen everywhere on both sides of the street selling Kalashnikov rifles, and there are even corpses on the street that were not dragged away after last night's battle. People on the road are not surprised.

A team of armed pickup trucks stopped in front of the volunteer team. The guy at the head rolled down the window and asked bluntly in unorthodox Russian, "Are you Soviets?"

The team leader nodded and asked, "From the United Front?"

"Then why are you still stunned? Get in the car quickly. I am the leader of the Libyan Benghazi branch, Hapu'il." The leading officer ordered the car behind to open the door and let these people get in. He glanced at the team commander , said casually, "Welcome to hell, my friend."

"We are hell." The team commander stared at the smoke billowing ahead and said seriously.

"The fierce fighting has been going on for a day, and it is said that it has not stopped yet. If the soldiers of the Libyan Free Battalion who were blocking our advance were not suddenly transferred, we would not have rushed here to reinforce you so quickly." Hapu'il, wearing an Arab scarf, said. "These people are indeed powerful beyond everyone's imagination. Not only did they stop enemies several times their size, they also consumed them all night long. This is a feat that has never been done before in the history of Libyan wars."

The team commander said disdainfully, "If we couldn't even stop such an enemy, then the Soviet embassy would have been attacked countless times."

Indeed, it is difficult for these guys who have not experienced a real bloody baptism to imagine how the Soviet army braved the enemy's artillery fire to advance. They dared to carry out a tragic war that killed and injured tens of millions of people, and the population of these people in the Middle East combined was not as large as the Soviet Union's war. A small country with a large number of casualties can only provoke a limited local conflict.

Happuil was stunned and burst out laughing. He thought the Russians around him were joking, so he shrugged. He said nonchalantly, "My friend, you are so funny. When I see the guys from the Freedom Camp later, I hope you can maintain this formation."

The mortars that fell into the courtyard gradually increased. Mazelkov finally stopped the last wave of attacks at the gate. At this point, the ammunition was exhausted, and Mazelkov quietly waited for death. Thirteen corpses fell around them, some were killed by bombs and some were beaten to death, but Mazelkov promised that even if they died, they would be buried with the medals of Soviet heroes instead of dying here without death. People know.

"They are accumulating troops for the last attack." Antonio sat down next to Mazelkov and threw the rifle aside. He no longer needed this thing. Antonio took out the last two bullets from his arms. One of the grenades was handed to Mazelkov. "If they rush in later, they will sound the grenade and die together. I would rather die on this piece of loess than suffer as a prisoner."

"Me too," Mazelkov said.

Just as they enjoyed the last moment of peace, gunshots were heard outside the tattered wall. Antonio initially thought it was an attack launched by the Freedom Camp. When he looked up and looked outside, he found that the soldiers of the Freedom Camp were evacuating and shooting back in panic. Antonio immediately stood up and cheered with his arms raised, because he saw a neat team expelling all the soldiers of the Freedom Camp, and some of them were wearing black uniforms and were coming towards them.

Antonio cried with joy, because he was close to despair and finally waited for rescue.

"The motherland has not abandoned us!"

Anthony knelt on the ground and cheered and shouted at the slowly rising sun. The golden sunlight reflected on his tearful face, shining brightly.

Mazelkov, who was leaning against the corner of the wall, loosened his clenched hands and threw the unexploded grenade on the ground. He closed his eyes tightly, and his lips were trembling because he was too excited. I have never felt so relaxed as if I had survived a disaster. There was a knock on the closed door, and Mazelkov heard familiar Russian.

"We are the GRU support team."

"Open the door, everything is over." (To be continued.)