Rebirth of Military Workers

"I don't know, it is currently impossible to obtain communications with them. General Ishad responded in person." The communications staff made Qassim silent.

Isad is a fellow of the president, and even a cronies.

As the chief officer of an ordinary army, even if he is a front-line commander, if the president is upset, Qassem may face the risk of being dismissed.

Isad is a close friend of the president. If you say something against him, if you file a complaint, Qassem may not be able to eat.

But he asked himself that there was no conflict with Isad and Tikrit's officials, nor did he offend anyone.

Looking at the map, Qasim said, "Twenty kilometers to the north, we only have a small number of replenishment defenses, right? The Persians don't have any heavy firepower, what are they doing?"

"Yes. Even General Ishad doesn't know their purpose!" said the communications staff.

The officers of the Tikrit Division, who are the hardcore confidants of the president, have always considered themselves superior.

"Look at their situation and arrange ground troops to monitor them. Once they are in danger, deploy troops from other places to protect their safety." Qasim could only order so.

In the 20-kilometer north, the more you go towards the border, the more trenches there will be.

Inside the trench, except for a few people who were left for observation and some firepower points, almost no people could be seen.

More than ten 359 tanks with wedge-shaped turrets hung the Iraqi flag, roaring and ramming along the way, and when they encountered trenches, they all flew over without any pause. A few hundred meters away from the border, the crazy tanks finally slowed down.

"Walk a few more laps and wait for the Persian tank to come up." Through the periscope, Mataji saw that the Persian position hundreds of meters away was extremely calm.

Could not help being a little depressed.

There was some joy in the disappointment, and the mood was complicated.

The southern border between Iran and Iraq, from Khorramshahr to the south, all the way to the Persian Gulf, is the not-wide Arabian River that forms the border between the two countries.

In the northern region, the Shatt al-Arab is in Iraq.

After crossing the Shatt al-Arab, the tank team passed through the artillery defensive position on the river bank and continued to move towards the border.

It was not until the two countries had dug a lot of trenches, and even piled up a lot of obstacles in front of the border positions.

Following the command of the company commander, 11 tanks ran back and forth on the border positions full of trenches. The soldiers who made the defense did not know whether the tank soldiers were crazy or not, so they had to report them layer by layer.

On the southern front, the two sides usually fire at each other across the border and shelling each other's positions from time to time. This happens almost every day.

And this area is very quiet.

The arrival of these lunatics will break the tranquility. If the Persians shelled this side, how could it be good?

"Stop, wait, the Persians did not come up so quickly." Keeping an eye on the situation of the Persians, Mataji saw that they had been running back and forth for several rounds, but there was still no movement, and ordered the tank team to stop.

"Company commander, the supply convoy is asking about our location..." Herald reported to the rear supply convoy.

"Let them stand there." After speaking, he didn't bother to pay any more attention. Instead, he got up, opened the top hatch, and leaned out half of his body. "The efficiency of the Persians is really too low."

The position of the Persians was indeed too quiet.

"A new Arab tank? Appeared on the border east of Harisa?" General Al Taider got the news with an unbelievable look, especially when he saw the contrast between the forces on the huge battle map.

"There are not too many troops on both sides in this area, and it is not a strategic position. Why did their tanks appear?"

The staff of the combat staff did not know how to answer.

"Has the news been confirmed?" Al Tadel asked and proceeded.

"The air force has conducted reconnaissance, and it has indeed been confirmed. The turret is wedge-shaped... the soldiers in the front position observed that the barrel was very thick, a bit larger and longer than the T72's..." The intelligence staff reported to the commander, "according to the analysis. , This is a new type of battle tank for the Arabs."

Al Tadel was even more puzzled, "How many are there?"(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

"The strength of a company, no matching armored vehicles, no infantry, etc.. After the air force found it, it carried out reconnaissance towards the surrounding area and found nothing else."

"Sure there is no ambush?" Al Tadel was moved.

"No, these new tanks of the other party are too easy to identify. In the entire area, except for the chief tanks we equip, all tank turrets are round. Obviously, these are not our tanks." The intelligence staff replied.

A major general staff officer in his fifties said, “The staff recommends that these tanks be kept for study. This is likely to be a new type of main battle tank for the Arabs. We must assess the threat this tank poses to us!”

"Where is the closest armored unit to them?" Al Tadel asked.

"The 137th frontier tank battalion east of the border area."

"The 137th Battalion is not a miscellaneous battalion? The tanks equipped in it are all retreated from the battlefield after maintenance..." Someone questioned, "Can such a unit perform such a task?"

The 137th Battalion, which belonged to the original Wehrmacht, was also composed of old officers from the Pahlavi dynasty.

It turned out that all equipment was Chivotan tanks from the United Kingdom, which belonged to the elite of the Presidential Guard.

In the Battle of Susan Gild on January 5, 1981, 350 Chivotan tanks and 400 Iraqi T62 tanks were in a life-and-death duel, and the final loss was more than half.

Later, the Chifutan tanks in the southern theater were continuously lost, and it was difficult to find a successful one.

The old officers of the 137th Battalion were fortunate to have saved their lives in various battles, but they still had to face war, and their equipment began to become messy. Even so, it belongs to the Persian army with the best equipment and the strongest combat effectiveness.

"We believe it can. Although they have been repaired, there is no problem in performance. Commander, the 137th Battalion is equipped with 35 tanks. Whether it is the Chivotan tank from the United Kingdom or the M60 from the United States, they are the most advanced tanks in our country... …"

"Then let them dispatch and leave these tanks behind!" Al Tadel did not hesitate too much. "Order the air force to prepare for support."

There were 35 cars against 11 cars, and he didn't think there was a problem.

Since the opponent is a new-style tank, he must assess the threat of these tanks to his side.

The order quickly reached the 137th Battalion station less than ten kilometers from the border in the form of radio ciphertext.

"Brothers, the opportunity has finally come. The headquarters ordered to go to the border to kill a company of Iraqi tanks." The 137th Battalion Commander Farahamo became excited the first time he received the order.

Convene all officers above the platoon level to hold a combat meeting.

"Who will command?" a company commander asked in a bad manner.

The same is true for others.

Faraham knew why, and said with a smile, "This time we have to formulate our own combat strategy. We don’t have more time. A new type of Iraqi tank has appeared on the border. The command requires us to wipe out and evaluate the impact of this tank on us. Threat. This is an opportunity, an opportunity for us to be valued again!"

With the fall of the Pahlavi dynasty, these old officers have never been seen.

The station was placed less than ten kilometers away from the border. If the Iraqi broke in from here, the tank would cross the border and it would be there with a kick of the accelerator.

"What are you waiting for, let's go!" The officer who questioned at the beginning said directly, "I don't know what they are here for. If you wait any longer, they ran away. Are we going to pursue it in Iraq?"

Seeing it's already evening, it won't work if you don't set off again.

The 137th Battalion could not lose this opportunity.

Otherwise, they can only stay here, the tank is gradually rusting while waiting, and they are consuming their lives while waiting.

Soon, the 137th Battalion, which had not heard the roar of large-scale engines for a long time, began to become busy.

The huge and burly Chivtan tank, the same thick M60 tank, with black smoke from behind its buttocks, rushed towards the border.

"Company commander, it's getting dark, let's go back. The general knows, the consequences..." Tazak saw that it was getting late, and he did not see the shadow of the Persian armored units.

At night, I can’t see clearly. If I’m surrounded, the consequences will be unfavorable.

It's less than an hour before it gets dark.

"The damn Persian is here, report quickly!" When Mataji was about to order to leave, the quiet position became noisy.

"Woo~" The war sirens sounded.

"Da da da……"

Before the enemy's shadow was seen, the machine guns in some of the machine gun fortresses opened fire.

"These bastards!" Mataji scolded disdainfully while looking at the chaotic position, and then ordered his company, "Get in the car and get ready to move!"

He also got into the car at a very fast speed.

"Attention, see clearly what tank the opponent is coming from. If it is an M4 Sherman or M47, beat me severely; if you encounter an M60 or a Chief Tank from the United Kingdom, fire two shots and escape! China People are not bragging, is their tank the most suitable for firing armor-piercing shells at a distance of two kilometers?" Mataji also knows that this is not a trivial matter.

M-4 Sherman and M47, these are old tanks from World War II, slow speed, weak firepower, and launch speed is even more terrible.

Encountering such a tank is a good opportunity for them to reap their exploits.

Naturally not to be missed.

Either the Chief Tank or the M60 is a heavy tank with more than 50 tons. Unless it hits a place with weak armor, even the T62 and T72 are difficult to move.

That's a thick skinny iron bump!

For the Chiefs tank, the main gun is a 120mm rifled gun; M60, although only a 105mm rifled gun, the attack power of this thing is not bad.

The turret of the 359 tank looks scary, with only five pairs of road wheels, and even the full combat weight of the tank can only weigh more than 40 tons!

The tonnage determines the thickness of the armor, and the defense capability of a 40-ton tank can never be as high as a tank with a full weight of 50 tons or more.

This is the recognition of Mataji and others.

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