109: A chance for rebirth

"Operation begins! Today we will let them know who the true strong ones are!"

"Yes!"

Under the cover of night, the Hunter Vulture Squad disappeared rapidly like black lightning.

At this moment, inside the building, Harvey was steadily ascending under the escort of the combat team.

Beside him was the brave Rost, who, as the supervisor, had excellently completed his mission.

Now his primary duty was to protect his leader.

Good news kept coming from the walkie-talkie.

"Report! Second floor cleared!"

"Report! Third floor cleared!"

"Report! Team Three is severely injured and requests to retreat."

"No retreat, keep advancing!" Rost said firmly, they couldn't retreat at this time, otherwise it would affect the progress of the entire plan.

Harvey frowned, as if he had thought of something.

"Sentry posts, how long has it been since we received a report?"

This question left Rost speechless for a moment; clearly, he hadn't yet snapped out of the joy of the impending victory.

"Report, there has been no response for thirty minutes.

They should reply soon.

Do I need to inquire?"

According to regulations, every half hour, sentry posts and hidden sentries needed to report their situation to ensure no incidents occurred.

Now, exactly half an hour had passed, and according to custom, they should quickly report their location and status via walkie-talkie.

This was why he hadn't been worried before; after all, it was still very early.

But what he didn't expect was that Vice Minister Harvey remained highly vigilant during such a tense moment, paying attention to every detail.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Harvey was indeed worthy of being the future leader of the Middle East region.

As his thoughts fluctuated, he glanced at his wrist watch again to confirm the time.

When he saw that the time had exceeded the scheduled half hour, he was instantly stunned, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Normal reports from other posts still came through the walkie-talkie, but the report from the sentry posts and hidden sentries he had been waiting for was long overdue.

A feeling of unease spontaneously arose in his heart.

Impossible, the hidden sentries were all equipped with night vision devices, how could they have been dealt with silently?

Moreover, the President was here now, while Hadoff was at the border, who else could attack them?

Just as he was considering whether to dispatch a team to return and investigate, Harvey suddenly turned and asked, "Why haven't we received the hidden sentries' report yet?

Has something happened?"

Facing Harvey's sharp gaze, Rost couldn't help but shiver and quickly explained, "No, nothing, maybe I misread the time, it's actually only been twenty-five minutes, they will report in another five minutes."

He decided to tell a small lie, hoping to solve the problem within these five minutes.

He believed that the guards outside all had night vision goggles, so nothing could go wrong.

Even if there were a problem, it wouldn't be too late to investigate the responsibility afterwards.

It was understandable for Rost to think this way; in this era, Eagle Country, with its advanced technology, had already shown an overwhelming advantage, and they looked down on any opponent.

"Report, we have reached the top floor, but we have not found the President of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria."

However, a hidden underground elevator was found in the President's office on the top floor."

"Very good, this should be the only passage to the safe room.

I will go immediately, and other teams should also gather here as soon as possible."

"Understood!"

Rost excitedly selected a small team from the troops protecting Harvey, had them leave Harvey, and quickly rushed to the top floor.

Meanwhile, outside the safe room.

The Captain of the guard stayed close behind the President, escorting him into the safe room.

Just as the President's right foot had stepped into the safe room, his left foot suddenly stopped.

Immediately, the President turned around abruptly and said to the Captain who had been protecting him, "Give me a gun, the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria has no cowards!"

"I'm sorry..."

"Please, Mr. President, take temporary shelter in the safe room!" The Captain of the guard looked directly at the President, his eyes firm; this was the first time he had looked the President directly in the eye.

"You!" President Dudakaev was speechless for a moment, "Do you think I will hide like a coward and wait for death?"

"Precisely because Mr. President, you are not a coward, that is why we respect you so much.

The country needs you!"

"Lovich, Kodakhan, step forward!"

"Yes!"

Two young soldiers, about twenty years old, stepped out from the ranks.

"Please escort Mr. President to the safe room."

"Understood!"

The two soldiers quickly came to the President's side, supporting him on either side, and led him into the sturdy safe room.

"This is mutiny! Mutiny!" the President shouted, the soldiers present all lowered their heads, expressionless.

"Clang!"

As the heavy steel door slowly lowered, the heavy burden in the Captain of the guard's heart was finally lifted.

Once this door was closed, no one could enter unless it was opened from the inside or by using the key changed every hour.

And this key was only known to the President and the Vice President.

The safe room was equipped with independent power supply and ventilation systems, and the stored food and water were enough to support one person for several weeks.

This way, even if they all sacrificed themselves, General Hadoff would have enough time to come to the rescue.

The President was safe; he could now fully face the impending battle.

The gunshots and alarms from the walkie-talkies gradually synchronized with the sounds at the scene, meaning the enemy was approaching.

Facing the only remaining few rows of soldiers, the Captain of the guard's eyes burned with determination; this was the last mobilization of his life.

"Sandy Marsas!"

"Here!"

"Why are you standing here?"

"Because the President gave me and my younger brother a chance at a new life.

If not for his generous help back then, we would have died in the heavy snow three years ago."

"Very good!"

"Abraham Bin!"

"Here!"

"Why are you standing here?"

"Because of Mr. President's help!"

"It was he who built a road to our village, who gave our family food to eat, and who allowed my wife to safely give birth to our daughter in the hospital!"

Speaking of this, Abraham's voice carried a hint of emotion, but his gaze was unusually firm.

"Pearson Barret!"

"Here..."

The Captain called out the names of the team members one by one, while the other soldiers recounted the President's kindness to them.

Under the old regime, the economy of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria was in difficulty, many people went hungry, yet the old regime still forced people to plant cotton.

It was President Dudakaev, through secret production and investment, who brought back funds to support the country and thus avoided famine.

Therefore, their loyalty to the President came from the heart.

As the battle approached, the soldiers' answers became more concise and forceful, but this did not weaken their resolve or the loudness of their voices.

"Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Boom!

..."

The sound of battle grew closer and closer.

After the last soldier finished speaking, the Captain walked to the end of the line, turned around, raised his weapon, and shouted loudly: