The assault squad leader followed the line at the very front. Bullets sprayed while ricochets kicked off around them. By now, the heavy machine gun teams on the technical vehicles had shifted fire and restrained their fire rate.
The bursts slowed. The distant thuds of the DShKs had completely reduced to sporadic fire. Obviously, the support teams only fired when necessary.
The overhead grenades were still pouring down. She didn't need to think further to know the support teams were containing the squirters.
Tonight's mission was to completely eliminate all terrorists. None were to be left alive. She didn't need to worry about the terrorists surrendering and complicating the rules of engagement.
Not that the militia faction she belonged to adhered to them that much, much less against enemies committing acts of terrorism.
