The smoke and dust filled the air of Qom, radiating a stench of gunpowder and iron. As dense fireworks lit up in the morning sky, burning brighter than the first rays of light falling on land, signifying the arrival of reinforcements and the conclusion of contact. Hundreds of squadrons, including the 6th squadron, made contact with the soldiers of the Special Forces every second.
The Special Forces, no matter how well-trained and experienced they were, were utterly outnumbered, one to several dozen, causing their casualties to mount up every passing second. But fortunately, with the arrival of the reinforcements, the pressure they had been feeling was suddenly lifted, giving them a chance to breathe, pick up their fallen brethren, rebuild their morale, and fight back.