Chapter 2: The Assault

I don’t know how much time had passed—maybe a few seconds, maybe over ten. Song Heping regained consciousness.

Pain... everywhere.

His body felt as if it were disintegrating, a buzzing ringing filled his ears, and it felt as though his soul was about to be shaken free from his body.

He tried to call out to Aguan.

“Ugh—ugh—”

But as soon as he opened his mouth, a wave of uncontrollable nausea surged, and Song Heping couldn’t help but vomit.

The cabin filled with the sour stench of stomach acid. After emptying his breakfast, he felt somewhat clearer-headed and turned to look for Aguan.

Aguan was curled up in the driver’s seat, eyes rolled back, softly whimpering like an old dog that had just been struck hard.

“Aguan, are you okay?”

He reached out to pull Aguan up but suddenly caught a strong smell of urine.

Looking down, Song Heping couldn’t help but shout, “Damn! You peed yourself!”

Aguan glanced at his trousers, feeling utterly ashamed, and buried his head, whimpering again.

Bang bang bang—

Gunfire erupted all around.

The sound was unmistakably from Soviet-made weapons.

Song Heping cursed silently in his heart—this was the end.

Exactly what he feared had come true.

No need to guess anymore—they were definitely under attack by the resistance forces.

Clang—

A bullet struck the truck’s body, producing a crisp metallic sound.

Boom—

A grenade exploded near the roadside ahead of the truck, sending up a small plume of black smoke.

The already battered cabin roof now bore several new holes.

Instinctively, Song Heping ducked his head. After a moment, he peered through the truck’s windshield, which was now shattered, and saw an armored Stedrick vehicle ahead.

Behind it crouched several U.S. soldiers armed with M4A1 and M16 rifles, continuously firing across the highway.

Near the right side of the road, behind mounds of earth and buildings, gunmen appeared to be hiding, their AK-47s chattering relentlessly, spraying bullets toward the American soldiers beside the Stedrick.

The attackers clearly held the advantage, as American soldiers screamed and fell to the ground, while the convoy commander shouted hoarsely into the radio.

“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday! This is Squad D1. We are under attack near Highway 3 outside the city, close to the airport! Repeat! We are under attack!”

Whoosh—

As the stalemate continued, an RPG rocket flew from across the highway, striking the Stedrick armored vehicle precisely.

This RPG had been fired from a tricky angle. The armored vehicle was surrounded by blast-resistant grilles and sandbags; ordinary RPGs couldn’t easily penetrate its body. The attackers had taken advantage of this and aimed for the front wheel.

Though the front wheel could block the RPG warhead, the gap between the chassis and the ground allowed metal jets and fragments to ricochet inside, harming soldiers hiding on the opposite side who lacked proper cover.

Boom—

The front wheel was blasted off entirely, causing the armored vehicle to lurch down heavily, emitting thick smoke.

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