Soviet Union 1991

The third update

January 28.

The tower of Beirut International Airport received a strange request.

A military transport plane that took off from Moscow and headed for Damascus requested to land at Beirut Airport because of insufficient fuel, and the tower approved the other party's request. However, when this Il transport plane, which was full of Russian rough design, landed on the runway of Beirut Airport, a scene that made the tower staff at a loss occurred.

A military convoy broke into Beirut International Airport unscrupulously, with the logo of the Syrian army engraved on it. The actual jurisdiction of Beirut International Airport belongs to the Lebanese Air Force, and the western end is the Lebanese Air Force Base.

Then the tower received a call from the superiors, ordering them not to stop the convoy's actions, and the military leaders had agreed to their actions.

So this team of convoys that suddenly broke into the airport was obviously authorized by the Air Force Department.

Balailaika was not worried that doing so would expose the target, as Moscow had already given them a shot of prevention. If the other party informed and escaped before the arrest, the Caspian Fleet's caliber missiles would not be aimed at a single Hezbollah camp, but at the entire city. Yanayev had told Heravi before that if the other party was sent away because of a tip-off, the Soviet Union would regard the Lebanese government as an accomplice and take decisive countermeasures.

Faced with this unreasonable and brutal style, Heravi was helpless. It is not impossible that a Soviet Air Force pilot who was drunk on vodka would climb onto a Su-34 bomber and drop a bomb in Beirut, claiming it was a mistake.

And the strong protest and condemnation might be exchanged for the other Air Force personnel shaking the bottle and saying, "It's just an accidental bomb drop, what's the big deal, at most I'll pay you some money, pants~"

It's chilling to think about it.

Heravi sat in the President's office in Beirut, his hands and feet were a little cold, and his back was already wet. He didn't know what the Soviet Union would do, and the Lebanese government could only sit there anxiously.

A few Lebanese senior officials who knew the inside story focused their attention on this city, and no one dared to try to intervene. Yanaev's warning was still vivid in their minds, and they didn't want to be the second unlucky person.

If you want to blame someone, blame these people for provoking the plague god they shouldn't provoke.

Helawi sighed and said slowly, "Today is destined to be a storm."

The noise of the Mi-8 propeller almost broke people's eardrums. The rough and thick transport aircraft design was added with a 12.7mm machine gun, and 58mm rockets were carried on the six mounting points of the pylon on the bracket, turning the original transport aircraft into an air support weapon armed to the teeth.

There were a bunch of believers carrying RPGs and anti-aircraft machine guns in Zahle, and Syria's 6th Air Force did not want to make an emergency landing under such an anti-aircraft firepower network.

The signal flag soldiers of the helicopter remained silent, and their next actions were related to the direction of the entire incident. The order given by Yanayev was to try to ensure the safety of the kidnapped intelligence officers. If the intelligence officers could not be rescued in the end, the Red Navy would let hundreds of lives of the Hezbollah Front be buried with them, and the organization would be completely wiped out from Lebanon.

This is the confidence of the Soviet Union.

When Barakal remembered the instructions of General Secretary Yanayev before, she felt an inexplicable panic. She shook her head to try to dispel this idea and concentrate on this operation.

"Just like hunting those guerrillas in Afghanistan before, it's a very easy job." Barakal tried to comfort herself. She was a Russian balalaika and had brought her team back from the dead pile of Afghan guerrillas.

At the same time, the Su-34 bomber formation stationed at Damascus Airport took off urgently and crossed the border to Zahle airspace. Through the electronic avionics system, it watched every move of the city of Zahle and notified the ground intelligence department of the movement at any time. At the same time, the Caspian Fleet's M-class light frigates are ready for combat. With just one order, a sufficient number of caliber cruise missiles can turn the entire Zahle into ruins.

The Allah Front cannot escape. They don't even know that a terrible army is approaching them. They are ruthless and believe that artillery is the truth. They have frightened the Western world for more than half a century.

The soldiers in the room were still crawling on the carpet for their daily prayers, muttering and praying for Allah's blessing. The three intelligence officers in the prison huddled in the corner in fear, looking at the armed men holding Kalashnikov rifles, and had a premonition that something terrible might happen.

The quiet and silent atmosphere of the camp was interrupted by a chaotic gunfire. The armed men who had a premonition of something happening immediately interrupted their prayers, picked up their weapons and rushed out the door, but what they saw was an exploded arsenal. The sky-high flames directly knocked the surrounding armed men to the ground.

Then a group of ghostly figures appeared at the entrance of the camp. The troops who broke into the camp all wore fly-like gas masks. They did not attack the camp directly, but suppressed all temporary resistance personnel with powerful firepower at the entrance.

They were waiting.

Balalaika raised his head and looked at the sky.

If their Allah could really respond to their call, then all they could hear next was the desperate cries of those faithful believers.

Until those people heard a sharp whistling sound in the sky, they looked up and saw several mortars falling rapidly towards the camp of the Allah Front.

Everyone subconsciously looked for a place to hide, but the falling shells did not explode with amazing power. They just released a yellow-brown pungent gas at the moment of landing. The gas spread rapidly, and in less than a minute the whole camp was shrouded in a yellow-brown smoke, and the armed personnel were wrapped in gas.

Before they could figure out what was going on, some people fell down in pain, holding their throats, and some people shouted that they could not see. At this time, the assault troops quickly attacked the camp.

Before the survivors' eyes were completely dark, they only saw a group of hideous demons coming out of the yellow-brown smoke, a long tube extending from their mouths to the side bags at their waists, and a pair of hideous, large round holes reflecting light covering most of their faces. The militiamen who had never seen a gas mask thought they had encountered a legendary monster.

The flames of the machine guns swept the group of believers to their heart's content, and the Soviet army had an absolute advantage.

The whole sky was shrouded in yellow-brown gas, covering the sky and the sun, and covered with a layer of despair and fear.

They shot all the people who fell to the ground to death. Before their eyes were completely immersed in the dark world, they could only see the shining red stars on the helmets of those soldiers.

"This is a cordial greeting from **."

"Bang!"

The armed personnel who lost their eyesight raised their hands and shouted in Arabic: "Please don't kill me!"

"Bang!"

There was only one bullet in response to them.

"Don't shoot, we surrender!"

"Bang!"

The surrendered fell directly into a pool of blood.

Balalaika shot all the remaining armed personnel who were still lingering to death one by one, and the 7.62mm bullets penetrated the bodies of the armed personnel without waste. They were originally implementing the policy of elimination, and according to the instructions of the central high-level, no one was left alive. The spreading chlorine-gas had burned their eyes and throats, and the unprepared chemical attack instantly disintegrated the combat effectiveness of the Allah Front camp.

The original assault war turned into a one-sided massacre.

Balalaika didn't have to worry about using chemical weapons on Lebanese soil, because no one dared to point fingers at the Soviet Union's actions. As for the possible harm to civilians, they were not considered.

Terrible red monster.

Three minutes later, the gunfire gradually subsided.

The Hezbollah camp was littered with corpses, and no one could still crawl up.

As the commander, Balalaika gave orders to the team members around him, "According to the previous instructions, find all the high-level leaders of the Hezbollah Front, whether they are warm or cold, cut off their heads with paratrooper knives and hang them at the door!"

Owl for public display.

Simple and rough methods can well deter those rebellious enemies.

Balalaika's style is just like in Afghanistan. Whenever the Soviet troops were attacked, they would use rocket launchers and aerial bombs to wipe out the nearby villages into ruins.

Her response was like a cold mechanical voice.

"Yes, commander." (To be continued.)8