The entire vehicle turned into a burning iron coffin with a loud bang, and the gunner was blown out, landing motionless in the snow.
"Enemy attack! Reverse! Reverse!" Crawford screamed into the intercom, but the only response was static - communication interference.
The second RPG followed quickly, hitting the hood of the last vehicle. The engine compartment burst into flames, black smoke billowing up.
Now only the middle vehicle where Crawford was remained.
"Get out! Establish a defensive line!" He kicked open the car door and rolled into the roadside ditch. The other five soldiers in the vehicle also hurriedly jumped out, using the vehicle as cover to return fire with their rifles.
But where was the enemy?
The white camouflaged suits on the hillside blended seamlessly with the snow, only the occasional muzzle flashes could be seen. The sound of automatic weapon fire echoed through the valley, bullets clanging against the armored vehicle.
