"Allah Akbar!!!"
A desperate scream to the extreme came from an unexpected direction.
Not far away, a 1515 member, who had originally collapsed in a pool of blood and was on the brink of death, somehow mustered the last flicker of strength. Struggling, he lifted his upper body and, with a hand covered in his own blood and trembling, raised a heavy Makarov pistol, the muzzle unsteadily aimed at the infantry fighting vehicle.
His eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred and unwillingness, seemingly trying to ignite the flame of revenge with this last flicker of life.
However, this futile struggle lasted less than a second.
"Damn your Allah!"
Bang bang bang——
A burst of sharp and precise gunfire, chilling to the bone, erupted from the gun barrel atop the BMP-97.
The 12.7 caliber bullets instantly tore the foolish person, clueless of impending death, in half.
The vehicle stopped.
The door opened, and Song Heping appeared in Abu Zari's line of sight.
