The shocking scene of the T-72 being buried alive only slightly delayed the momentum of the extreme militants' attack.
To them, Entrance No. 3 was like a piece of juicy meat hanging at the mouth of a wild wolf.
It seemed like they were about to break through, but they were just a tiny bit short.
This made the officer commanding the attack even more irritable.
"Keep attacking! Don't stop! They can't hold on for much longer! The supervisory team, keep an eye on them. Anyone who dares retreat is showing disrespect and disloyalty to Allah, and I permit you to judge them in the name of God!"
"And the artillery, at all costs, unleash a full volley on Entrance No. 3! I want to blast them into mince meat!"
Under the prodding of the supervisory officer, the "Victory Front" launched another attack.
Song Heping leaned against the cover, barely catching a breath, when he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the night sky...
Sssss——
Puff, puff, puff——
