The embers of the airstrike haven't fully cooled, the sky north of Homs City is stained with dirty gray-black smoke, and the air is filled with the pungent smells of gunpowder, burning rubber, and an even more nauseating scorch.
The battlefield that was once deafening with roars has now plunged into an eerie silence, with only the crackling of the remnants of burning vehicles and the distant wails and chaotic shouts of fleeing Freedom Army soldiers.
The Russian Aerospace Forces' textbook precise strike was like a hot iron burning onto butter, instantly crushing the seemingly fierce armored offensive of HTS and the Freedom Army.
Facing the absolute technological and power disparity, those militants relying on fervor and rudimentary equipment were vulnerable and no match.
Government army soldiers began cautiously emerging from their cover, cleaning the battlefield, and collecting weapons, faces showing the bewilderment of surviving disaster and a trace of awe towards mighty power.
