Utekin's face turned ashen, his Adam's apple bobbing as he was about to retort when a sudden burst of gunfire erupted from the southeast like popcorn popping.
7.62mm bullets rained down on the composite armor of the T-72 tank like hailstones, sparking blinding flashes and ricocheting through the concrete ruins with a wailing screech.
"Three o'clock direction!"
Jiang Feng's voice boomed in his headset, mixed with the distinct rumble of a Russian-made PKM machine gun.
"They have at least two squads, equipped with RPGs! Damn it, I also see a pickup truck outfitted with a DShK!"
Song Heping's pupils contracted abruptly, years of battlefield instincts kicking in as he instantly entered combat mode.
He rolled sideways to behind the tank wreckage, the bulletproof vest scraping against the hot armor plate with a burnt smell.
The situation has gotten complicated now!
