Chapter 64 Chapter 62 Ready to move forward

The U.S. forces in the war had to temporarily cease fire at this moment.Colonel Ettington's Wolf Pack Militia unit stayed put and waited for the enemy to enter the American ambush fifteen miles wide and deep.They barely moved except to scout out the covering troops.But now, they must start to act. Thanks to technology, Ettington radioed his soldiers when and why they were leaving, while the on-board intelligence system told them how to carry out their missions.The Gray Wolves began to withdraw from the slope that had been of great help to them forty minutes before, along the pre-selected road, advancing towards their destination ten kilometers to the south.During the march, the team was much thinner than before, and the battalion staff informed the units by radio to prepare to implement Nathan's plan.An hour later, we reached our destination.The pack of wolves had already occupied a frontal space of more than twenty miles wide, and then moved northward at a speed of ten kilometers per hour. At the same time, the scouting team also accelerated their speed and rushed to the position five kilometers ahead of the main force.

Almost all of these support vehicles were solid-looking transport vehicles, but they were able to closely follow the fast-moving combat troops, which surprised Donna.The refueling truck came to refuel the Bradley fighting vehicle before returning to the surrounding positions, while the transport vehicle was unloading ammunition and resupplying the various tanks.Downer found that every Bradley combat vehicle was equipped with a socket wrench that soldiers bought out of their own pockets, which was suitable for reloading magazines, even better than specialized tools.It might be worth a little report, he thought, smiling.

The commander of the convoy was sitting in his Humvee, going back and forth to learn about the tanks and soldiers. Mr. Donner, are you all right? The reporter nodded as he sipped coffee made by a Bradley combat vehicle driver.Is it always like this in war?he asked the young officer. It was my first time in combat, but it was a lot like a training exercise. What do you think about all this?The reporter asked again, you and your men have killed many enemies. These bastards started a war, so we're fighting back."Get ready, Mr. Donner," said the officer who killed five enemy tanks tonight.The Black Horses will be coming soon.There will be battle at dawn.Now there was a flash of light on the horizon, and soon there was a rumble in the distance.The Apache helicopters moved ahead of time.

Fifteen miles to the northwest, the second command post of the United Islamic Republic had just been destroyed. Everything is going according to plan.The 1st Cavalry Battalion would turn and drive north to pick up the rest of the 2nd Army.The 3rd Cavalry Battalion went south across the far side of the fire, gathering the strength of the entire regiment, preparing to launch the first attack on the left flank of the enemy's 3rd Army.And Hamm was mobilizing artillery ten miles away to help the 1st Cavalry Battalion destroy the remainder of the 2nd Army. Ettington once again reminded himself that he must be concise and neat. Although he has so many years of experience and even named this counterattack plan, he is not Nathan after all.Forrester, and the battlefield wasn't small enough for him to improvise.

For the last ninety minutes, the Owl Scouts spread out and the troops moved slowly.Maybe that's not a bad thing, the Colonel thought.He has to be patient.The enemy did not dare to go too far east, for fear of encountering the left flank of the black horse, and the road to the west was rough and difficult.They've tried to take the middle way, and they've been attacked.So it stands to reason that the enemy's first army will launch a limited encirclement war, and it may focus on the east.Photos taken by drones confirm this. The commander of the Immortal Division no longer had a command post to use, so he took in the remaining soldiers from the wiped out 1st Brigade command post and knew he would have to keep marching.His current priority is to reconnect with the command post of the First Army, but this is a bit difficult. In order to avoid the American ambushes along the road, the whereabouts of the command post have not been fixed.Now that the First Army is reorganized, there may be many things to report to Army Command.He interrupted a three-star Iranian general and quickly reported everything to him.

At most there is only one brigade.His immediate superior said to him affirmatively, what are you going to do? I will muster all my strength and attack both wings before dawn.The teacher replied.He didn't have much choice either, and both knew that.The First Army cannot retreat because the government has ordered it to advance and will never allow it to retreat, but if it stays put it is tantamount to waiting for the Saudis to launch a fierce attack from the Kuwaiti border.It seems that the only way to regain the initiative is to defeat the blockade forces of the US military! Well, my artillery regiment and armored security unit are at your disposal, go and implement your assault.His fellow Iranians told him.We're going into Riyadh before dark.

Great, thought the commander of the Immortal Division, and ordered the 2nd Brigade to slow down so that the 3rd Brigade could catch up and move east together; the Iraqi convoy to the west of him would do the same.The second brigade attacked the enemy's flanks forward, while the third brigade pinned the enemy down from behind. The leading brigade stopped, now eight kilometers to the north, and the second brigade reported that in a few minutes the owls would be on their way.Ettington knew what an enemy force ahead was doing.The western group did not stop, but advanced slowly, apparently waiting for orders or adjustments in deployment.His opponent is taking the time to think.

Ettington would never allow this to happen. For the second mission of the night, the MLRS vehicles were in position and the launch pods were raised; again this time only electronic intelligence was used for targeting.The rocket pierced the night sky again with a long tail flame, but this time the orbit was much lower.The artillerymen are also in position. The purpose of this is not to actually kill the enemy, but to put psychological pressure on it; unless it hits the diesel engine, the small bombs fired by the multiple rocket system cannot destroy the tank at all.Its real function is to make the enemy flinch, to confuse their vision, and to use the hail of bullets to impair their ability to think.So some officers who were discussing things outside the car ran back to the chariot, but the sudden rain of bullets still caused some casualties. Now they are sitting safely in the car, hearing the thumping sound of debris hitting the car body, and seeing from the observation system Let's see if the artillery will give a strong counterattack.These cannons with a caliber of less than 155 millimeters are extremely dangerous, and it is even more terrifying when such shells are not fired into the air, but attack the ground like ordinary shells.Some of the vehicles were shot into fireballs as the rest of the 2nd Brigade was ordered to stand still and wait for the 3rd Brigade to approach them to the left.Due to the loss of artillery, they were not only unable to advance, but also unable to counterattack, so they could only curl up in place, watching the shells falling one after another outside the vehicle.

Company B of the 1st Cavalry Battalion, Black Horse Cavalry Regiment, set off north on time, with the Bradley Combat Vehicle in front and the Battle Star Vehicle behind, ready to engage at any time.Donna kept looking out of Bradley's car, puzzled by the current situation.Finally, overcoming his embarrassment, he picked up the walkie-talkie and asked the commander how to find out everything. The commander told him to go to the front, so he squeezed into the middle of the two-seater seat. Here we are, a first-class sergeant told him, pointing to the screen of the vehicle's intelligence system. From the screen, there is no one around us, but we are looking for the enemy.He switched screens, and here they are, so we're going to go down this road.

How far? About twelve kilometers we should be able to see them. Does the system work well?asked Donner. It makes us stronger, Tom.The commander replied. The pace of travel was exasperating, and Donner couldn't help but think of the stop-and-go traffic every Friday afternoon.Tanks traveling at less than twenty miles an hour crossed one terrain to another, and all had to detect the front before moving forward.The sergeant explained that it would be more stable if they were on flat ground, but the desert area of ​​Saudi Arabia is full of low-lying mounds, and it is likely that someone is hiding behind the mounds.The Bradleys marched in twos, because each had a wingman, a term borrowed from the Air Force.

What if someone was there? He will most likely shoot us.said the sergeant.The gunner turned the turret from side to side, scanning the icy terrain for signs of human presence.Donner later learned that they could see better at night, which is why Americans always prefer to operate at night.Stanley, drive to the left and hide behind that mound.He ordered the driver. It will not be easy to take down the Allah Raqah command post, but Hamm now has two detachments of scout helicopters dedicated to the mission, and his electronic intelligence station has been rebuilt and is targeting enemy forces; they call them corn cake.The reconnaissance and intelligence officers in Saudi Arabia are also closely monitoring. Although the senior military officers of the United Islamic Republic are equipped with encrypted radios, if the other party's walkie-talkies are not encrypted, they can be eavesdropped. Moreover, the enemy's radio network has gradually collapsed. Sooner or later they will know all about the movement of the tortilla.The command posts of one corps and two divisions had been hit, two of which were completely destroyed and the other badly damaged.They had a general idea of ​​the location of the Third Army, and they also knew the frequency range of the enemy commander's walkie-talkie. It only took a few minutes for them to determine the correct location and send a scout helicopter to keep them in a hurry. Have!An electronic intelligence officer shouted, dial 3|0|5, there was a snake-like sound.Although it sounds irregular, the sound is loud, obviously caused by human interference. how?asked the officer. Bearing ninety degrees.The second car triangulates one kilometer away from the first car.over there.The location is displayed on the computer screen.The officer picked up the radio and contacted the 4th Cavalry Battalion.Angel six, I'm a peeper, we might find out where the tacos are Four Apache helicopters of M Company and six OH|58 Chiowa scout helicopters from that bearing, which were only twenty miles away, began searching; a minute later, they headed south. what is going on?asked Tayelan in a commanding tone, having managed to get in touch with his army commander just now; he hated using the emergency radio. We have encountered resistance south of King Khalid Military City and are now fighting. Ask him what the nature of the resistance is.Suggested by the Chief of Intelligence and Governance. Maybe your guest will be able to tell me.The general on the radio said we're doing what we can. The American theater strength will not exceed two brigades!The intelligence chief insisted that there was about a brigade in Kuwait too, and that was it! Yeah?In three hours I lost a division of strength, and I still have no idea what the enemy is doing.Two armies suffered heavy losses, and one of them encountered the enemy and is still fighting.I can go ahead and attack Riyadh, but I need to know what the enemy is doing.The general is sixty years old, but he is not confused, he still thinks he can win the war.He also had four divisions at his command.Fortunately, the airstrikes by the U.S. and Saudi Arabia were not intense, but three command posts were still destroyed, so he still had to be cautious, at least for his own safety. Shit, look at those surface-to-air missile vehicles.An observer in the OH | Five Eight Kiowa helicopter cursed over the radio from eight kilometers to the north. Captain Thief, I'm Lucky No. 3, we found tacos. I'm the lead plane, let's go on.A voice answered succinctly. Six tanks, ten transport vehicles, five surface-to-air missile vehicles, two radar vehicles, and three Soviet self-propelled anti-aircraft guns in the dry valley.It is recommended to approach from the west, repeat, approach from the west.Only the mobile command post of the Allah Corps will have so many defensive weapons.Those surface-to-air missiles are amazingly powerful legal-made Sidewinder missiles, but they are not properly placed in open places such as plains or plateaus, which are conducive to radar tracking. Number three, I am the lead aircraft, can I light it? No problem, let us know the time.Hit the radar car first. The Apache lead plane clings to the ground and climbs westward at thirty knots, then climbs onto a ridge that extends into a dry river valley.Slowly, slowly, the gunner let go of his detection rod to take a look. There it is, sir.said the gunner. On the 3rd, I am the lead plane, start to move.The driver calls. OH｜The five-eight Chiowa helicopter ignites the laser lighting, emits an infrared beam invisible to the naked eye, and aims at the unmanned radar vehicle in the distance.The Apache helicopter locked on to the target, fired one Hellfire missile, and five seconds later fired a second. The general heard someone shouting the alarm in the distance, and a radar also detected the missiles flying in this direction.A missile vehicle spun its four-barreled launcher to launch, but failed to lock on to the target in time, allowing the Hellfire to fly down and blow the radar vehicle to pieces. Six seconds later, the second radar vehicle was also burned.The general of the Allah Corps stopped suddenly, ignoring the questions from Tehran.His guards hurriedly pulled him to squat down, and that was all he could do. Four Apache helicopters were still circling in the sky, waiting for the commander to order another Hellfire launch.About five seconds later, the commander gave the order.The next thing is to attack the enemy's surface-to-air missile launcher, followed by the Russian-made self-propelled anti-aircraft vehicle, and then the enemy has nothing to protect those Soviet armored infantry combat command vehicles. The general understands that war is indeed ruthless.The soldiers began to fight back in a bewildered manner; some watched silently, others pointed, a few fled, but most stayed where they were and fought hard.The missile seemed to be coming from the west; he could see the yellow-and-white flare of the rocket across the night sky, but he couldn't see what was shooting at him.The surface-to-air missile launchers were taken out one by one, followed by the combat vehicles and transport vehicles.In less than two minutes, everything was gone; at this time, the helicopter also appeared in the sky.The security forces at the mobile command post were hand-picked infantry who fought back with heavy machine guns and shoulder-loaded rockets, but the ghostly figures of the helicopters were too far away to be hit with man-portable missiles.His men tried their best, but the opponent's tracer bullets shot towards them like a beam of light, causing the soldiers to dodge one after another.At this time, the helicopter also moved forward, shooting at them from a distance of several hundred feet, forcing them to participate in this cruel and merciless game.The general held the mute radio in his hand and stared steadily. Leader, I'm No. 2, and a group of enemy troops is to the east of me.The pilot reported to the Apache commander. kill them!The flight team leader ordered.An attack helicopter flew south towards the remainder of the enemy command post. Didn't you say you don't have to be too polite to those people?asked the gunner, taking his time to see if he had killed everyone. I thought they had gotten the message.Pilots circle the helicopter in search of fish that slip through the net. Angel Six, Angel Six, I am Thief Six, and the command post has become a scorched earth.Flight Commander calls, we're going back for fuel resupply, over. Well, get him back!Da Yelan yelled at the communications officer on the phone.The head of intelligence and governance in the room didn't say anything, thinking that maybe he would never see the army commander again in his life.The worst part is that no one understands what's going on.Da Yelan is sure that the intelligence personnel's assessment of the strength of the US military is correct, but how can such a small number of people have such a strong destructive power? There are two brigades or regiments or something in there, aren't there?In the situation room, Ren picked up the latest battle situation sent from the battlefield and put it on the slide projector. Yes.General Moore replied with a nod, pleased to see that even Admiral Jackson was calm.Only two, Mr. President.My God, these militiamen are amazing. Sir, Foley asked, how far do you want to go? Everything was provoked by Da Yelan herself, do we still have doubts about this? No.The CIA director replied. Well, we'll play with them to the end, Edward.Will the Russians be involved? Yes, sir, I think they will. Ryan remembered that although Ebola has gradually disappeared, it has caused thousands of innocent deaths, and those soldiers are carrying out his orders in distant places. Find out.said the president grimly. It was a sunny morning in Beijing, and Adler knew more about the situation than anyone else in the discussion.If China really colludes with the United Islamic Republic, they may not yet believe that they will be the ones who suffer.It's worth a try, and the President will certainly support him. Mr. Secretary, welcome again.The foreign minister said gracefully.Zhang Hansan was there, still taciturn and unpredictable as usual. Thanks.Adler sat down on his usual seat, which of course was not as comfortable as the one in Taipei. Are these new developments real?asked the foreign minister. That is the public position of my president and the country.The Secretary of State replied. Do you have enough force in that area? Mr. Minister, I am not a military expert, so I am sorry for the inconvenience to answer.Adler replied. it's a pity.Zhang Hansan said. Maybe it would be interesting to ask China's stance on the matter, but it's tantamount to not asking, because they will never mention anything about the Eisenhower battle group, the formation of patrol aircraft that is now being called in China Flight over the Taiwan Strait on the high seas.Gotta get some words out of them. The world situation makes us sometimes need to re-examine many of our positions, and sometimes we have to seriously consider the so-called friendly relations.Adler tentatively said that the other party was silent for half a minute. We've been friends since your President Nixon first came here.After thinking about it, the foreign minister said that although misunderstandings occasionally occur, we have always maintained friendly relations. Mr. Minister, I am very glad to hear you say that, as the saying goes, a friend in need is a true friend. Indeed.The only dispute we have had for a long time is the two Chinese positions held by your country, if a consensus can be reached on this issue, the foreign minister mused. Well, as I said, the president blurted out that statement to reporters in the midst of the confusion. Shall we just ignore it? The United States still believes that a peaceful resolution of cross-strait disputes is beneficial to both sides.This is also the status quo established by the powerful United States, and China dare not openly challenge it. Of course peace is better than conflict, Zhang Hansan said, but how long will we have to endure it?A spate of recent events has highlighted this problem. Adler leaned forward slightly and said: I understand your dissatisfaction, but we all know that patience is the greatest virtue. In some cases, patience is indulgence.The foreign minister picked up the tea, as long as the US government has a word, we will be very grateful. Do you mean to ask us to change our policy?said the secretary of state. You are aware of the current situation, which will strengthen the friendship between our two countries, after all, it is just a matter of little effort for a country like ours. I see.Adler replied.He was sure he got it, and now that the situation was clear, he was glad he had finally let the other party show it off.On this subject they will meet a second time in Washington (if they have time not to discuss the war). The Bison Riders entered Saudi Arabia at 3:30 a.m. local time.Their formation was about thirty miles long, and in an hour's time they would straddle the supply lines of the United Islamic Republic without anyone noticing.The procession was moving faster now, almost thirty miles an hour.The vanguard has already spotted some patrol vehicles on the territory of the United Islamic Republic, and there may be more vehicles if they take another road.Fuel had to be delivered to King Khalid Military City via this road, which was the first task of the buffalo force. The 2nd Brigade of the Immortal Division received the order to advance after being bombarded for an hour, so the tanks moved forward vigorously, and the commander was in the flank of the 3rd Brigade, thankfully not encountering the US Air Force.Artillery had joined them, and they might not last long, but they helped somewhat.The enemy's strength on this side of the road will not exceed one brigade, and his strength is twice that of the opponent's. Even if he is facing an entire brigade, his Iraqi comrades will come to support him.In order to avoid being attacked by artillery or helicopters during the march, he encouraged the generals in front by radio to be prepared.If at this time the enemy reaches the position which they successfully held in the first attack, it will be interesting to see Colonel Ettington was annoyed that the gray wolf crossed the Manathus belt twenty minutes late, because he'd had plenty of time to act, but the lawyer guy was directing the owl to the damn right for a considerable distance, while one of his battalions was on the left.The guy yelled for others to shoot, but he didn't shoot himself. Wolfpack Six, I am Owl Six, please answer. I am Number Six, Owl.Ettington replied. The enemy is approaching soon, sir, there are two brigades, very close together, crossing the high point. How far are you from them now? Three thousand meters, my men are retreating.They have arranged for a safe retreat.They were to withdraw east to scout the right flank of the flanking task force. All right, barrister, clear the field. Understood, Professor Ettington.The owl took off.The lawyer in the wrong place answered.complete.After a while, he told the driver to go full speed through the night. Soon, the same report came from the left.One of his brigades was facing four of the enemy's, and it was time to close the gap.The artillery battalion has shells ready; the tank and Bradley combat vehicle commanders begin to clear the way forward; three mechanized battalions have set out to meet the advancing enemy; the platoon and company commanders check whether their teams In order; the battalion commander sat in the command tank on the left side of the team; the tank combat staff supported the left and right.Bradley followed, as usual, fifty-four Abrams tanks whose job it was to clear the way for infantry vehicles and support vehicles. Eddington was with White Fang, and that was a fine reserve.Now the enemy's flanks were advancing, leaving a covering force in between. Ready to fight.A platoon leader shouted that an enemy tank was spotted five thousand meters away.He checked the on-board intelligence system again to confirm.There are no friendly troops there, and the owls have withdrawn, which is great; there is only one Red Army in sight. A crescent moon rose, allowing the vanguard of the Immortal Division to see every move they could see.The order has been given to everyone to speed up.The gunners aimed at targets still far away, expecting the enemy to come and die.They felt the car speeding up and heard the tank commander telling them to be ready.Now the target is in sight, and the momentum is not huge at all.The entire Immortal Division thought they had a chance of winning. But why did the U.S. military drive straight towards them without fear of death? Start shooting four thousand meters away.The company commander spoke to his soldiers.The staggered array of Abrams chariots occupied a 500-meter-long strip, covering a battalion of chariots. Locked on a target.A gunner told his commander, T|80 combat vehicle, target, 40|2|50 position. Is it filled?The driver wants to be sure. Install the wings to stabilize the armor-piercing projectile.Loaders, all use silver bullets. You hear me, gunner, just aim. The gunner took a deep breath; fifteen seconds later he was the first man in his company to fire and hit the enemy.The sixty-two-ton tank wobbled a bit as it launched, then moved on. Find the target, turn off the engine, and the target tank is at eleven o'clock.The captain called through the intercom. The loader stepped on the pedal, opened the gate, pulled out a silver bullet, then turned with great grace to feed the shell into the breech. load!cried the loader. Target confirmed!The gunner reports to the commander. shooting! Launched!After a while, it hit the target! Captain: Goal!Turn off the flame!Turn right, the target tank is at one o'clock. Loader: Load! Gunner: Confirmed! Commander: Shoot! Launched!cried the gunner, and three shells were fired in eleven seconds. In the eyes of the enemy battalion commander, this was too unbelievable, and they had no chance to fight back.The leading T｜80 tank exploded, and the second row of tanks began to move forward and began to return fire.The flash looked like a simulated attack on a national training center, with no damage at all.Some T|80s fired a second time, but none were able to fire a third round. God, Commander, give me another target!shouted the gunner. The gunner fired another high-explosive shell, destroying the enemy at a distance of more than 4,000 meters. As before, the battle was over in less than a minute.The U.S. military continued to advance.Although some Soviet armored infantry fighting vehicles also fired missiles, they were all hit by tanks and Bradleys in the end; the tanks that exploded one after another filled the air with flames and the smell of gunpowder.Many people can now be seen running, some turning around to fight back, and some attempting to redeploy.The tank gunners, running out of big targets to shoot, turned to machine guns.Bradley caught up with the chariot and launched a brutal pursuit.Less than four minutes after the first shot, the vanguard of the tank rolled over the still smoking wreckage of the Immortal Division.The turret swiveled left and right, searching for targets; the commanders stuck their heads out, machine guns in hand, ready to return fire.At first, the soldiers competed to see who could kill more. For these people who had never been on a battlefield, killing was exciting, as if God had the power over life and death, and life and death could be decided with a single pull of the trigger.More importantly, these soldiers knew that they were here for revenge, and this hatred lasted for several minutes.The vehicle moved forward, rolling over the ground at a speed of less than ten miles per hour, harvesting life like a harvester, cruel and inhumane. And then the craziness stopped, because it wasn't duty anymore, it wasn't hate anymore, and it wasn't as much fun as they thought it was.It became murder, and one by one these men with weapons started to realize what they had done.When these people got closer, they could see each other's face, the wounds on their bodies, and the backs of innocent people who were fleeing for their lives. Even those idiots who were still fighting back aroused the pity of the gunners.Soon, everyone realized that all this was meaningless, and the warriors who came to the desert full of hatred began to feel disgusted with themselves; when the enemy no longer resisted, they also stopped killing with great consensus.The Gray Wolf Task Force Battalion has completely broken through the two heavy brigades of the enemy. It's all over.The general stood up, stepped off the command vehicle, and waved for everyone to get off as well.Everyone put down their weapons and stood on the high ground.Soon, the sun rose and the first orange light appeared in the east, ushering in a new day. A troop was right in front of them, thirty tankers marching forward, and the Bradley Fighting Vehicle gunners of the Buffalo Riders opened fire, igniting the first five tankers.The rest of the vehicles stopped, and two of them flipped into the ditch in their haste and exploded themselves.Soldiers in the Bradley Fighting Vehicle fired high-explosive rounds at the tankers as they continued south, leaving the tanker drivers to stand in bewilderment as they passed. He was spotted by a soldier in a Bradley combat vehicle, which pulled up to a stop within fifty meters of him.Twelve hours ago, he was still the commanding general of a complete heavy division, but now he just stood quietly, neither moving nor resisting.Four soldiers stepped out from behind the combat vehicle, holding rifles, and walked forward. Get down!shouted a corporal. It's up to me to tell my people.I can speak English, they can't.said the general, and kept his word.His soldiers were lying face down on the ground, but he was still standing, perhaps wishing to die? Hands up, man.The general complied.The corporal turned out to be a police officer. He didn't know what the official title of the man in front of him was, but his uniform was so beautiful.The corporal handed over his rifle, drew a pistol and went over, aimed it at the general's head, and searched him expertly.Well, now you get down too, if you're smart, we won't hurt anyone.Please tell your people, we only do it when we have to, but we don't intend to murder anyone, understand? I will tell them. As day wore on, Ettington returned to his borrowed helicopter and surveyed the battlefield.Apparently, one brigade of his wiped out two full divisions of the other side.He ordered his scouts to go ahead and call Diggs for instructions on what to do with the prisoners.A helicopter flew over from Riyadh and brought in the TV crew.