Thunder Warrior Saves the World

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Upon hearing the number of over four hundred people, Sergeyev's heart sank. It was impossible to take them all away without alerting the Belken. Moreover, the Belken would undoubtedly have even tighter surveillance measures to control these four hundred-plus people; rescuing them would likely require a bloody battle.

"Are all four hundred-plus of you soldiers?" Rescuing them would require a direct assault, but thirty special forces soldiers would be far from sufficient. However, if half, or even a third, of them were captured Kingdom soldiers, success might be possible. Of course, this process would obviously result in many deaths; these laborers had endured prolonged torture, and their physical condition was clearly insufficient to withstand high-intensity combat…

“Most of us are soldiers, officers. As long as we have weapons, we can all fight.” The tall, thin man’s words drew nods of agreement from the others.

“I understand.” Sergeyev’s eyes were deep. To rescue these people, they couldn’t rely on themselves alone. The support of the army aviation was also essential. He decided to contact the command headquarters to report the situation here and ask for instructions on what to do next. However, before pressing PTT, he instructed: “’Butcher’, take a few men and take care of the rest. Then check how much mustard gas is stored here, and see if there is anything else of value.”

The tall, muscular man with a horrifying scar on his face and a bodybuilder-like physique responded, pointed to a few people, grabbed the silenced weapons from the box, and crept towards the route Lieutenant Dietrich had taken. The others quickly filled in, ensuring the safety of the controlled area and creating a relatively safe and stable environment for the commander's communication.

Operations Center's response was simple: they agreed in principle to Spetznaz's rescue of the prisoners of war in the hub, but this couldn't interfere with the mission to destroy the hub. Destroying the mustard gas factory in the hub was their highest priority. However, the two tasks weren't actually contradictory; in fact, the prisoners of war could even act as guides in some areas, helping Spetznaz complete his mission more efficiently. They could also provide cover or draw attention, allowing the special forces to operate more flexibly and with more options.

After receiving authorization from the operations center, Sergeyev took out the water and food he was carrying and handed them to the prisoners of war to help them recover their strength. He also gave them the Belken weapons. With the high-calorie food and plenty of water, the laborers' spirits improved considerably. They sat on the ground, making the most of every second to regain their strength. The tall, thin man sidled up to Sergeyev and shared everything he knew about the place.

"The enemies inside have all been eliminated; you may come in now."

The voice of "Butcher" came through the headset. They hadn't heard a single gunshot throughout the entire process; clearly, Butcher and his men had finished the fight without even using their weapons. The deputy commander, Alexander Senaviev, nicknamed "Tachanka," also followed with a team and began tallying the mustard gas reserves in the storage area.

"Major, we've found a logbook and a map of a cave. You'd better come in and take a look." Alexander said on the radio shortly after.

"Received, I'm coming right now," Sergeyev replied.

When Sergeyev arrived inside the storage area, he understood why Alexander had told him he'd better come in and take a look. The cave map he mentioned wasn't a regular printed map, but a schematic diagram carved into the rock wall. While not extremely detailed, it marked the locations of the main passageways and important areas, including their target: the workshop where mustard gas shells were loaded.

“This journal was written by that Lieutenant Dietrich; there are some things in it that you need to know.” As Sergeyev examined the map, Alexander handed him a leather-bound notebook.

"Looks like Lieutenant Dietrich is really despicable. Who keeps a diary?" Sergeyev said casually as he took the notebook.

But Alexander showed no sign of laughter—normally, he would have already joked with Sergeyev, saying, "Believe me, you won't be in the mood for jokes after you see what's written inside."

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Volume 1: Chapter 240 (223) Mustard Gas Factory (3)

Sergeyev's eyes narrowed as he realized something, and he slowly opened the notebook.

The first half of the book was Lieutenant Dietrich's log before he arrived in this place. He wasn't part of the first wave of troops to invade the Kingdom of Elgia; he was in the second, and thus missed many crucial battles. As a follow-up unit, his combat experience with the royal army was lackluster, with most of his time spent on tedious marches. This psychological gap made Lieutenant Dietrich very uncomfortable, especially after hearing that the first wave of troops who invaded the Kingdom of Elgia were able to do as they pleased here, like emperors. Their desires were ignited as well.

However, the best first bite had already been enjoyed by others, and the second wave could only gnaw on leftovers. Seemingly finding the leftovers unsatisfying, Lieutenant Dietrich, without any instruction, learned to add "seasonings" to the leftovers to make them more palatable.

Sergeyev was already furious at this point, but it was clear that the worst was yet to come.

He skipped the long section about his appreciation and insights into the different "ingredients," jumping directly to the later record of Lieutenant Dietrich's transfer there. Sergeyev suppressed his deep-seated disgust and anger and read on carefully.

Lieutenant Dietrich witnessed firsthand how this mustard gas factory, nestled deep within a cave, was built. Prisoners of war and civilians captured around Fabandi were transported here by truck. Upon disembarking, they were numbered, given shovels or similar tools, and herded into the cave by heavily armed military police to clear away any obstructions that might hinder equipment installation. These workers received only one meal a day and a mere five hours of rest. The Belken didn't care how long these laborers could endure—anyone unable to work was simply dragged out and executed by the military police. After all, the Belken had an endless supply of laborers; if they couldn't find enough in Fabandi, they could simply bring in more from the rear.

Just building this factory cost at least three hundred laborers their lives at the hands of the military police.

After setting up the factory and production lines, workers were essential to get the equipment running. So they transferred another group of people from the prisoner-of-war camp.

The managers of the mustard gas factory also treated these laborers like dirt, not even considering them as production tools to be cherished, and providing them with no protective gear whatsoever. These laborers were tasked with dispensing liquid mustard gas from large steel cylinders delivered by trucks into small, fragile containers, which were then loaded into artillery shells. During this process, thanks to the Belken's "excellent" design, small leaks of mustard gas were extremely likely. If any of the unprotected laborers showed symptoms of mustard gas poisoning, military police, fully encased in rubber protective suits and wearing pig-nose gas masks, would execute the poisoned workers on the spot. The bodies would be removed by nearby laborers, and replacements would be brought from the factory's labor camp.

This mustard gas factory, operating for only five days, had already killed nearly a hundred prisoners of war. These prisoners received no improvement in treatment despite being production line workers; they were given only five hours of rest a day and one meal a day. Under these harsh conditions, over sixty had already died.

"Those Belken people are fucking damned..." The journal slammed shut with a thud.

"Based on this calculation, there are probably still over two hundred prisoners of war alive here, but not many of them would be able to fight." Alexander's expression was also grave.

“The workers’ rest time is from 12:00 to 5:00, during which time they will be taken back to the labor camp in the personnel area,” Sergeyev knew that anger alone wouldn’t change anything. He recalled the entries in his logbook, returned to the map, and located the personnel area. “This time also coincides with the rest time for most Belken soldiers; both the labor camp and the repackaging area have the fewest personnel on duty. We can split into two groups and head to both the labor camp and the repackaging area simultaneously.”

"The labor camp is deep within the personnel area; it's not easy to sneak in, and even more difficult to bring people out. What do you plan to do?" Alexander asked. Fortunately, due to space constraints, the Belken only had one storage area; otherwise, they would have had to search for another location.

"Disperse the fire support team and reorganize it into three squads." Sergeyev circled on the map with his finger. "Squad one enters the assembly area to install explosives; squad two enters the personnel area, takes care of the guards in the labor camp, distributes weapons, food, and water, and then stands by until squad one completes the installation of the explosives; squad three will hold the storage area and install explosives."

Alexander seemed thoughtful. "You want to transfer some of the men to create conditions for the prisoners of war to escape..."

“If an explosion occurs in the repackaging area, these Belken men will be far more anxious than if they knew their wives were having affairs with their superiors,” Sergeyev sneered. It was an obvious fact. “They’ll rush to the repackaging and storage areas, and then the labor camp detachments can begin their operation, taking the prisoners directly to the entrance we came from. The helicopter evacuation point is set there. Once the second detachment is out, the third detachment can detonate the explosives in the storage area and then escape. The first detachment will also begin their escape after the explosion in the storage area.”

"How exactly should the personnel be allocated?" Alexander asked, clearly agreeing with Sergeyev's idea.

"I'll lead one team, you take charge of the second team, and the third team is up to 'Butcher'."

“What about those Elgins?” Alexander asked.

“Follow me. We don’t have any extra chemical protective equipment. If they stay in the storage area, they’re just waiting to die. If they come with us, they have a chance of survival.” Sergeyev shook his head. In this confined environment, poison gas travels faster than people. Without chemical protective equipment, the Ergia prisoners of war really would just wait to die. And these people, in terms of both condition and ability, were not capable enough to accompany the second team in their mission to infiltrate the personnel area. Therefore, they could only follow the first team, which was engaged in the most intense combat operations.

Alexander calculated the distance from the personnel area to the entrance. This distance would take more than ten minutes to run on foot, and the large number of prisoners of war in poor condition would further extend this time. In other words, the first and third teams would have to hold out against the numerically superior enemy for at least twenty minutes. Adding the time needed for the first and second teams to sneak over and complete the initial setup, the entire operation would take about an hour.

Volume 1: Chapter 241 Mustard Gas Factory (4)

Sergeyev's plan was not immediately approved after it was submitted to the command headquarters, and Lu Wu and his team made some adjustments to the plan.

These adjustments primarily concern the evacuation phase. The mustard gas factory has more than one entrance/exit; while the closest to Team Two is indeed the one they initially entered through, this doesn't mean the other entrances/exits are useless. After Team One demolishes the packaging area, two Hind helicopters will provide cover for a Mi-8 to attack one of the entrances/exits, further relieving pressure on Spetznaz inside the cave. Simultaneously, a platoon of paratroopers will land directly at the designated landing zone to support Team Two from the outside in. Throughout this process, the 588th Air Regiment will ensure that Belken forces outside the cave do not threaten the evacuation operation.

Operation Seven was scheduled to begin at 1 a.m., and the attacks from the female deer and Mi-8 would arrive at 1:30 a.m., which meant that Team One and Team Two had 30 minutes to complete their preliminary preparations.

If they fail to complete these preparations within the stipulated time, the Belken will be alerted prematurely, which could lead to unpredictable changes in both Team One's demolition mission and Team Two's rescue mission. Both Team One and Team Two members have set a half-hour countdown on their wristwatches to check the remaining time at any time.

The Elgeans were also aware of their mission. They tied the Belken men's belts around their waists. They knew the risks of the upcoming operation, but after enduring so much torture at the hands of the Belken, they were finally seeing the light of escape. How could they give up so easily? Even if they died in the process, it would be better than the original outcome.

6 Soon, the moment for them to begin their operation arrived.

The two teams left the warehouse area at the same time, heading to two different destinations.

Although "Butcher" Ivan is a large man who looks like a reckless warrior, he is actually not only skilled in direct combat but also adept at stealth and infiltration. As the vanguard of Team Two, his actions can be said to determine the success or failure of Team Two's operations.

7. The "Butcher" is holding a distinctive AS-Val silenced assault rifle. This is a special assault rifle designed specifically for covert raids and assassinations. It features an integrated dual-chamber suppressor with a series of small vent holes on the barrel's bore. During firing, propellant gases expand through the vent holes into the first chamber, where a metal mesh is wrapped around them to slow the expansion, thus reducing pressure and temperature. The depressurized and cooled gases then enter the second chamber for further expansion and gradual release. Through this series of depressurization operations, the bullet's velocity is reduced to below the speed of sound after passing through the barrel, preventing a sonic boom and significantly reducing the sound of the propellant gases exploding. The gunshot is reduced to a level that can only be heard at close range, and the muzzle flash is almost nonexistent.

The AS-Val comes with two types of subsonic ammunition: the SP-5 and the SP-6. The SP-5 is a standard subsonic round, while the SP-6 is a subsonic armor-piercing round. In this mission, Spetznaz and his team carried the SP-5. This wasn't simply because the SP-5 was cheaper than the SP-6; in fact, as an armor-piercing round, the SP-6 has a higher muzzle velocity, naturally resulting in greater noise. At the same distance of one meter from the muzzle, the noise level of firing an SP-5 is 120.8 decibels, while firing an SP-6 produces 129.7 decibels. For a 16-inch barrel AR-15 without a suppressor, the noise level reaches 165 decibels…

Holding such a unique weapon, even if they wore Belken uniforms, they would still be enough to arouse the curiosity of the Belken people who saw them. But often, before these guards on night duty could ask any questions, a faint gunshot would ring out, silencing the guards completely.

Led by "The Butcher," the second team infiltrated the personnel area in twenty minutes without alerting anyone. However, before reaching the innermost labor camp, they needed to pass through the densely populated Belken soldier camp. In such a dense environment, even an AS-Val would alert those nearby, thus exposing them. Therefore, "The Butcher" and his team slung their guns over their backs, disguising themselves as returning from patrol, while their hands rested on the daggers at their waists.

Upon seeing their own men approaching, the sleepy sentry, who was dozing off at the entrance, didn't even ask for a password. He merely glanced at Ivan and continued his fishing expedition, completely unaware that the guns they were carrying were the wrong length. He thus easily let the enemy into their territory.

Several tents were pitched in the camp, but most of the sleeping bags were laid out on the ground. Snoring filled the air, along with a lingering smell of feet and sweat. Although Ivan and his men moved very quietly, some middle-aged men with insomnia still saw the group returning in the middle of the night. Fortunately, they deliberately chose to walk in areas with poor lighting, and no one suspected anything about the group.

After traversing the entire camp and arriving outside the labor camp, even the "Butcher" was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

The labor camp was located at a corner of this "hall," separated from the soldiers' camp in front. There were guards on duty here, but unlike the guards protecting against external enemy invasion, they were protecting the interior; their machine guns were all pointed inwards. A large open area enclosed by a ring of bladed barbed wire was where the prisoners of war rested, and the laborers huddled on the ground.

"Huh? Is it time for the shift change?" Sensing someone approaching from behind, the sentry, nodding his head, turned around and saw a group of people carrying guns. He instinctively assumed it was time for a change of shifts.

"Yes, it's time." He heard a completely unfamiliar voice. Looking at the face of the person who spoke, he saw a fierce face that could stop a child from crying at night. This immediately cleared his mind, but then he felt a pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a terrifying knife shaped like a shark piercing his lung and then being pulled out. When he opened his mouth again, he could only make a weak sound.

The Butcher held the convulsing sentry and put him down only after he stopped struggling. He checked his watch; there were five minutes left on the countdown.

"Hurry up and wake everyone up, but don't make any noise," Alexander reminded them as he set up his machine gun at the corner. He then contacted Sergeyev to report the progress.

Volume 1: Chapter 242 (5)

"I'm fine here, too."

Grazkov, assigned to the first team, aimed his rifle in the direction from which the Belken reinforcements would appear. He heard his comrade, who was responsible for planting the bomb, report this over the radio.

Behind him, rows of machines of various shapes had their key parts covered with plastic explosives. These radio-controlled explosives were equipped with radio control terminals, allowing them to be detonated wirelessly. The yield of these plastic explosives was precisely controlled to ensure the destruction of the equipment without generating excessive shockwaves that could harm the special forces soldiers still inside the production workshop.

The infiltration of the factory by the first team went almost as smoothly as that by the second team. Even the physically weak Ergia prisoners of war did not fall behind or encounter any mishaps, and followed closely behind them to the repackaging area, which was quite unexpected for Glazykov.

Both the helicopters to evacuate them and the decoy forces to help alleviate the pressure were ready. Sergeyev kept a close eye on his wristwatch on his left wrist and gripped the detonator in his right. The others had already taken cover behind walls and corners, away from the epicenter to ensure their safety.

"Three, two, one!" U

He quickly squeezed the trigger-like mechanism of the detonator twice, closing the circuit and allowing current to flow through the wires to activate the radio transmitter, thus sending the signal out.

"Boom boom boom..." u

These bombs weren't detonated simultaneously. If they had, it would have been equivalent to detonating a high-yield bomb indoors, and those still inside the workshop would have been severely injured by the shockwave and fumes. However, by detonating them in batches, the explosive force wouldn't accumulate, effectively reducing their impact. The difference is like the difference between detonating a single 155mm grenade in a classroom and dropping a dozen or so offensive hand grenades sequentially. This idea was proposed by a team member nicknamed "Fuze" by Shuhart Kesikbayev, who, true to his nickname "Fuze" (meaning "fuse"), was an absolute demolition genius.

The explosions lasted a full half minute. Although the Spetznaz and his men had plugged their ears to block out some of the noise, sound isn't just conducted through the air; it's essentially vibrational sound that can travel through solids or liquids. The intense tremors transmitted through the ground and rock walls still made many special forces soldiers uncomfortable. Without earplugs, the Elgins, who could only cover their ears with their hands, were completely stunned by the continuous explosions.

The explosion roused the previously dormant factory. The piercing, urgent alarms threw the Belken workers into a panic. Due to the cave's structure, they only knew an explosion had occurred inside, but they couldn't immediately pinpoint the exact location. Just as they were making calls to each area and ordering troops to reinforce the workshops and warehouses, the sentries outside reported new information—three Amelia military aircraft were bombing one of their entrances!

This was a classic case of misfortunes never coming singly. The commander in charge of the factory's defenses felt a chill run down his spine. Such a huge blunder had effectively ended his tenure, but to avoid being completely stripped of his rank and relegated to some disciplinary battalion or cannon fodder unit, he had no choice but to use his best command skills to minimize the damage.

The repackaging and storage areas were the most crucial; the two teams he'd sent there absolutely couldn't be moved, and he was hesitant to touch the remaining company—if the explosion was just a production accident, he could confidently redeploy that unit to deal with external threats. But if it was enemy infiltration and sabotage, and he'd already deployed his only reserve force, it would be like adding insult to injury. However, it was late at night, and production in the workshop had already stopped; how could it be a production accident? If it wasn't enemy sabotage, then it could only be an accident during the loading and unloading of mustard gas shells in the storage area—which was probably better left unattended by the enemy. He could only hope that the Amelia military aircraft at the entrance wasn't the kind that could carry people…

This ostrich-like thinking didn't last long. Before he could make a decision, a new phone call from the sentry brought him devastating news: Amelia's aircraft had deployed a group of infantry to the ground, but they couldn't withstand the enemy's offensive and had to abandon their outer positions, retreating into caves. As for the exact number of enemy infantry, the sentry stammered and couldn't give a clear answer.

Well, how events unfolded directly helped him make his decision.

Just after he ordered the last company to the front lines, he suddenly remembered something and added, "Take care of those Elgins in the camp first, don't let them escape." These Elgin laborers had some experience with the production process of mustard gas shells, and he worried that if anyone escaped, they might leak relevant information. Furthermore, if they took the opportunity to cause trouble, he would have to bear another charge, which was unacceptable.

It was this order that caused some changes to Alexander's plan to begin operations once all the Belken men in the camp had been transferred. (VII)

"What's going on? A dozen or so Belken men are coming with weapons!"

Alexander watched the Belken approaching from ACOG, feeling deeply troubled. These Belken clearly hadn't noticed anything amiss, otherwise they wouldn't be so brazenly exposing themselves. Alexander's hand on the trigger trembled—he considered one possibility: the Belken wanted to nip any potential instability in the factory in the bud, preventing the workers from causing further trouble.

"What should we do? Should we fight?" "Butcher" asked over the radio. Their concern wasn't about the dozen or so Belken men, but rather that if they engaged them in battle, the departing Belken troops would immediately target their small squad of only ten men. Even if they distributed all the guns to the prisoners of war behind them, they would only have about thirty guns, which was highly impractical for them to fight against hundreds of enemy soldiers in this location.

Alexander turned his gaze to the Belken people who were queuing to leave the camp. They were clearly in a hurry, and no one was even paying attention to what was happening behind them.

Seeing this, Alexander had an extremely bold idea—to let those dozen or so Belken men in, kill them silently, and then have the prisoners of war cooperate with them in staging a play.

Volume 1: Chapter 243 (Retreat)

"Buddy, we've been given orders. Execute Order 66."

The Belken men approached them without warning, while Alexander and his men had already hidden in the Belken men's blind spot and were quietly getting closer.

“Order 66?” Ivan, who was deliberately standing in the shadows, keeping his face dark, and pretending to be a Belken sentinel, was taken aback. He had no idea what this strange Order 66 was.

"Yeah, I've had enough of those vile Elgian bastards. Getting rid of them will make the air feel fresher," the man replied casually.

However, this statement was met with opposition from their companions: "Come on, with them around, at least we don't have to do all the dirty and tiring work. What, you really enjoy cleaning toilets and taking out the trash, huh?"

"Exactly, at least with them around, we can still have some fun. Without them, life would be unbearable." His statement was echoed by some other people.

"Stop with the chit-chat, get to work. We need to get back to the company after this..." The machine gunner, impatiently slamming the heavy machine gun mount on the ground, gestured for the assistant gunner to mount the machine gun. In that brief moment of looking up, he realized something was off. Where was everyone else? And that voice, that figure...it was unfamiliar. Did they even have someone like that in their company...?

Before he could express his doubts, he heard a strange sound behind him, somewhat like a gunshot...

The special forces soldiers who took action put down the AS-Val. The Belkens outnumbered them, so they couldn't get everyone to "turn around and leave." Fortunately, the other Belkens were also some distance away, so they simply started shooting.

"Hurry up and lend a hand." Alexander started throwing the Belken corpses over to the labor camp, and said irritably to Ivan who was still slacking off.

"Bang bang bang bang..." Soon, the Belken troops, who were heading to the front line, heard the familiar roar of Belken standard machine guns coming from their rear, accompanied by the screams of the Elgins...

"Will this really work?" Ivan asked uncertainly, watching the Elgeans putting on a great show as they whipped the corpses of the Belken people on the ground.

“We’ll know if the Belken people come back.” Alexander and his men had returned to their original positions. This time, the Belken people seemed to have been fooled. They waited for several minutes but did not see anyone return.

"Let's go!" Alexander said, folding up the machine gun tripod.

The Ergia, who was using the heavy machine gun, glanced reluctantly at the machine gun that was spitting fire. Even without the gun mount, the weight of this thing was extremely heavy. With their current physical condition, they couldn't run more than a few steps while carrying it. If they wanted to go home alive, they would have to give up these cumbersome weapons.

As the second squad began its withdrawal, the first and third squads had already engaged in firefights with the Belken troops who had arrived at those locations. In this environment, the suppressive capabilities of fully automatic weapons were fully utilized; just ten men could easily unleash a barrage of fire suppressing a platoon, making it impossible for the Belken to advance. The company fighting the third squad, in particular, was afraid to even use grenades for fear of impacting the warehouse behind the third squad, while Spetznaz had no such concerns and recklessly sold small apples outside.

Although the Belken army fighting the first team was not as restricted as the other side, they faced more enemies than the third team. In addition to ten Spetsnaz, the third team had twelve Elgia warriors to supplement firepower and block the Belken's attack path.

"Anyone else have a grenade?!" Schumacher, who was on the front line, shouted after throwing the last grenade he had on him.

To suppress the Belken's offensive, they were running out of ammunition even faster than the Federal Mobile Infantry equipped with Morita MK1 carbines. Due to terrain limitations, the Belken could only commit a very limited number of personnel to each attack; their grenades could only take out two or three enemy soldiers at most. Schumacher's four offensive grenades were quickly used up.

"Next, this is the last one!" Grazkov, who was changing the magazine, took out the last grenade, threw it over, and then pulled the bolt to complete the loading action.

A wooden-handled grenade traced an arc through the air, striking Schumacher's helmet with a crisp sound before landing in his lap. Startled, Schumacher dropped his AS-Val, grabbing the still-smoking grenade and tossing it back. The moment the grenade left his hand, Schumacher immediately ducked back into cover. Sure enough, it exploded mid-air before even hitting the ground.

"The paratroopers have landed!" Sergeyev, crouching low, fired past the men in front, taking down an enemy soldier who tried to charge. He had just received the news from the communications; that platoon of paratroopers had cleared the enemy from their extraction point. He then gave the order to retreat, "Alternating cover, we should leave!"

"You like this, right? Then I'll give you some more!" Still shaken by what had just happened, Schumacher took out the grenade he had just snatched from Glazykov, released the pin, and threw it. As a plume of black smoke rose from below, Schumacher left his cover and ran to the rear, while Glazykov stayed behind to provide cover.

Schumacher, having just reached the new bunker, found it already occupied—the tall, thin man who had been huddled with Sergeyev. Fortunately, the bunker was large enough to comfortably accommodate two people. Schumacher patted the tall, thin man, trying to get him to move aside and make room for him, but just as he touched the man's shoulder, the man slumped to the side and collapsed to the ground. There were no wounds on his body; only his lifeless eyes confirmed his death.

"May the Holy Mother bless you." Schumacher made the sign of the cross on the man's chest, and casually took the grenade from the skinny, tall man's belt. "Glaz, your turn!"

"Roger!" Glazkov didn't hesitate, threw the OTs-03 behind his back, and sprinted away. The AS-Val's fully automatic fire once again prevented the Belken from seizing the opportunity to leave the sniper with his back to them.

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Volume 1: Chapter 244 (227) New Intelligence and Arrangements (4K)

"This is 'Tachanka,' and we have reached the evacuation point!"

"Team Three, detonate the bomb!" Upon receiving the news, Sergeyev immediately gave the order.

"It's time!" With a command from the squad leader of the third team, the Spetznaz who were firing all shrank back, took off their helmets, and put on the gas masks that they had placed beside them. They had already put on their hazmat suits during the deployment phase, but they hadn't worn gas masks just to avoid feeling too stuffy.

After confirming that everyone was properly protected, the special forces member responsible for detonating the explosives finally activated the bomb.

The booming explosions coming from the storage area made the Belken soldiers, who were wondering why the special forces had suddenly stopped their counterattack, shudder. Even the Belken assault troops at the front instinctively slowed their pace, unsure whether to take advantage of the lull in the enemy's fire. A chilling fear rose from the depths of their hearts and quickly spread throughout their bodies.

As guards of this mustard gas factory, they deal with this extremely dangerous substance every day. Coupled with their previous safety training, they naturally know how domineering and terrifying this inhumane weapon is.