Chapter 1579 - 1276: Pursuit Like a Mad Dog (Part 2)

"Twelve hours?"

Song Heping's voice finally carried a hint of suppressed mockery, "Twelve hours, my brothers' bodies would be cold!"

Kote spoke with a helplessness, even a light-hearted tone:

"Song, I regret it too, but that's reality. Think of something on your own first, hold on, twelve hours later, I will definitely..."

Click—

A busy signal sounded, indicating the communication was abruptly cut off.

Kote held the microphone, stunned for a moment, then instead of getting angry, he laughed heartily and casually tossed the microphone back to the phone.

He picked up his coffee again, leisurely crossing his legs, his gaze fixed on the small dot labeled "Kiri Town" surrounded by red arrows on the big screen.

"Go on, go on, Song, take your men and rescue them."

He murmured to himself, sipping his coffee leisurely, as if savoring the finest wine.

"That lunatic Az is waiting for you there with open arms. Two mercenary camps, plus that rabble of Abu You, just three thousand men. But the 1515... haha, tens of thousands of mad dogs, with endless reinforcements... Let's see how you swallow this 'feast'!"

He seemed to already see Song Heping's forces being overwhelmed by vastly superior enemies on the outskirts of Kiri Town, seeing the "Liberation Forces" being completely crippled, seeing a future where Song Heping is severely weakened, never to recover.

He couldn't help but whistle a cheerful tune, the cold electronic equipment and flickering screens in the command center seeming to accompany his personal victory.

On the outskirts of the ambush circle.

Jiang Feng put down the radio after talking to Song Heping, took a deep breath of scorching air mixed with gunpowder and the smell of blood, and shouted to Samir, who looked pale beside him:

"Boss's order is for us to retreat to Kiri Town, establish a defensive line, and hold for eight hours! Execute the phased retreat plan! You take the first echelon, I'll cover with the rear guard!"

Samir opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing the unwavering determination in Jiang Feng's eyes, he nodded heavily, "Take care!"

He then turned around, shouting loudly, organizing the militia to start moving north along the dried riverbed.

The battlefield had already turned into hell.

As far as the eye could see, the sides of the road, originally ambush points, were now blackened by smoke, with burning vehicle wrecks and shattered bodies everywhere.

The 1515 armed men surged like a black tide, wave after wave, fearlessly advancing.

The most terrifying were those fanatics carrying out "suicide attacks".

They were wrapped in explosives, shouting "Allahu Akbar," eyes bloodshot, completely ignoring the incoming bullets, rushing straight toward the "Liberation Forces'" makeshift positions.

"Stop him! Stop that lunatic!"

A young militia member screamed, wildly firing his AK-47, bullets blossoming into blood droplets on the charging "human bomb," yet unable to halt its footsteps.

"Boom—!!"

A violent explosion erupted at the forefront of the position, mud and shredded limbs blasted skyward. The screaming young militiaman and his two nearby comrades were instantly swallowed, leaving behind a charred crater and a lingering blood mist.

This scene, like a heavy hammer, struck hard on the hearts of many militiamen.

Some began retreating instinctively, eyes filled with fear and desperation.

"No retreat! Anyone who takes a step back will face military justice!"

Jiang Feng's voice was like a thunderclap, his sniper rifle sounding steadily, a terrorist holding an RPG who had just jumped off a pickup truck fell, the rocket veering into the sky.

However, individual bravery appeared insignificant in the face of such a massive, frenzied assault.

Az quickly caught onto the "Liberation Forces" attempt to alternately cover and retreat.

"Trying to run? Not so easily!"

He sneered, issuing a new order over the radio: "All armed pickups, attack! Intercept and divide them! Crush them!"

Dozens of armed pickups equipped with heavy machine guns, recoilless rifles, and even makeshift rocket pods roared like beasts, suddenly rushing out from the flanks of the main assault.

Utilizing the relatively flat terrain of the Gobi Desert, they executed swift flanking maneuvers, avoiding excessive entanglement with the rear guard, aiming directly at the retreating main force.

"Tat-tat-tat—!"

"Boom-boom-boom—!"

Heavy machine gun bullets, 12.7mm and 14.5mm, sliced through the air like the Grim Reaper's scythe, streaking fiery chains that whipped through the retreating crowd.

Where the bullets passed, bodies were like torn rag dolls, instantly shredded, with blood and entrails splattered on the yellow sands.

A terrorist on a pickup operated the rocket pod.

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh—!

A series of rockets, trailing white smoke, landed among the retreating forces, explosions echoed, body parts flew in the fiery aftermath.

"Ah—my leg!"

"Mama!"

"Scatter! Quickly scatter!"

The retreating sequence instantly fell into disarray.

The once orderly troops were forcibly segmented into several parts by the fast-moving pickups.

Panic spread like a plague.

Some militiamen dropped their weapons, running madly backward with their heads in their hands, only wanting to get further, as far as possible, from those flame-spitting demons.

"Hold your ground! Establish a circular defense! RPGs! Take out those pickups!"

Samir shouted hoarsely, trying to rally the troops, but his voice was so faint amid the deafening gunfire and explosions.

Jiang Feng's rear guard also found itself in a bitter struggle.