"I don't know that it is impossible to obtain communication with them at the moment, General Isad personally replied." The communications consultant silently made Qasim silent.

Isad is a fellow president and a close confidant.

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

Isad is a presidential confidant. Even if he says something unfavorable to him, he may not be able to take advantage of him.

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

Looking at the map, Qasim said, "Twenty kilometers north, we only have a small amount of troops to defend, right? The Persians did not have any heavy firepower, what are they going to do?"

"Yes. Even General Isad didn't know their purpose!" said the communications consultant.

The officers of the Ticret Division are all the president's hard-core confidants and have always considered themselves superior.

"Look at their situation and arrange ground troops to monitor them. Once they encounter danger, draw troops from other places to protect their safety." Qasim could only order this.

In the twenty kilometers north, the more you go towards the border, the more trenches there are.

In the trench, there were almost no figures of people who were left to observe and some firepower points.

More than a dozen 359 tanks with wedge-shaped turrets were hung with Iraqi flags, roaring along the way, rushing around, and when they encountered trenches, they all flew over without any pause. At hundreds of meters away from the border, the crazy tanks finally slowed down.

"Stay a few more laps and wait for the Persian tanks to come up." Mataji saw through the periscope that the Persian positions hundreds of meters away were extremely calm.

I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

There was also some joy in disappointment and a complicated mood.

The southern border between Iran and Iraq, from Horamshahr to the south and to the Persian Gulf, became the border between the two countries, which is not wide.

In the northern region, the Arab River is within Iraq.

After crossing the Arabian River, the tank team passed through the artillery defensive positions on the side of the river bank and continued to move towards the border.

It was not until the two countries dug up many trenches and even piled up many obstacles before they stopped.

With the order of the company commander, 11 tanks ran back and forth on the trenches-filled border positions, causing the soldiers who defended the positions to not know if these tank soldiers were crazy, so they could only report them layer by layer.

On the southern front, both sides usually shoot at each other across the border and shell out each other's positions from time to time, which happens almost every day.

And this area is very quiet.

The arrival of these lunatics will break the tranquility. What should we do if the other Persians shelled this side?

"Stop, wait, the Persians didn't come up so quickly." After staring at the Persian positions, Mataji saw that he had been running back and forth for several rounds, but there was still no movement, so he ordered the tank team to stop.

"Company Commander, the supply convoy is asking about our location..." Hrad reported on the situation of the supply convoy behind.

"Let them stand on time." After saying that, he was too lazy to pay attention to it, but got up, opened the top hatch and poked half of his body out. "The Persians' efficiency is really too low."

The Persians' positions were indeed too quiet.

"Arab's new tanks? Appearing on the border east of Harisae?" General Al Teedel received the news and looked unbelievable, especially seeing the comparison of the forces of the two sides on the huge combat map.

"Neither side of this area has many troops, nor is it a strategic position. Why do their tanks appear?"

The combat staff under their command did not know how to answer.

"Has the news confirmed?" Alleteel asked his men.

"The air force has reconnaissance and it has indeed been confirmed. The turret is wedge-shaped... The soldiers on the front position observed that the barrel was very thick, and it seemed to be a little larger and longer than the t72..." The intelligence officer reported to the commander, "According to analysis, this is a new type of combat tank of the Arabs."

Alletedel was even more confused, “How many are there?”

"There is no supporting armored vehicles, no infantry, etc. The Air Force conducted reconnaissance on the surrounding area after discovering it, and no other one was found."

"I'm sure there's no ambush?" Alleteel was moved.

"No, these new tanks from the other side are so easy to identify. In the entire area, except for the chief tanks we equipped, all tank turrets are round. Obviously, these are not our tanks." The intelligence consultant replied.

A major general in his fifties said, "The General Staff recommends that they leave their tanks for research, which is likely to be the new Arab main battle tank. We must evaluate the threat to us!"

"Where is the nearest armored force to them?" asked Al Tadell.

"Border Defense 137 Tank Battalion east of the border area."

"The 137th Battalion is not a miscellaneous battalion? The tanks equipped in it are all after retreating from the battlefield for maintenance..." Some people questioned, "Can such a force perform such a mission?"

The 137th Battalion belonged to the original National Welfare Force, and was composed of old officers from the Pahlavi Dynasty.

It turned out that all the equipment was Chivotanks from Britain, and they were the elite among the Presidential Guards.

In the Susangild Tank Battle on January 5, 1981, 350 Chivotan tanks fought a life-and-death battle with 400 Iraqi T62 tanks, and the final loss was mostly half.

Later, the Chivotan tanks in the Southern Theater Command were constantly losing money, and it was difficult to find the established ones again.

The old officers of the 137th Battalion were lucky enough to save their lives in various battles, but they still had to face war, and their equipment began to become complicated. Even so, they were the ones with the best equipment and the strongest combat effectiveness in the Persian army.

"We believe that it can. Although they have been repaired, there is no problem with performance. The Commander, the 137th Battalion is equipped with 35 tanks. Whether it is the Chivotan tank from the UK or the m60 from the US, they are the most advanced tanks in our country..."

"Then let them move and leave these tanks behind!" Al Tadell did not hesitate too much. "Order the Air Force to prepare for support."

35 cars vs 11 cars, he doesn't think there is any problem.

Since the other party is a new type of tank, it must evaluate the threat these tanks have to do to their side.

The order was soon reached the 137th Battalion station less than ten kilometers away from the border through radio ciphertext.

"Brothers, the opportunity has finally come. The command orders to go to the border to kill an Iraqi tank." The battalion commander of the 137th Battalion, Farahammo, became excited as soon as he received the order.

Convene all officers at the platoon level or above under his command to hold a combat meeting.

"Who is in command?" asked a company commander with a bad attitude.

The same goes for others.

Farahammer knew why, and said with a smile, "This time we will develop our own combat strategies. We don't have more time. New Iraqi tanks appeared on the border. The headquarters asked us to wipe out and evaluate the threat of this tank to us. This is an opportunity, an opportunity to get us valued again!"

With the fall of the Pahlavi Dynasty, these old officers were never welcomed.

The station was placed less than ten kilometers away from the border. If the Iraqis broke in from here, the tanks crossed the border and arrived with one kick.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" said the officer who was questioning at the beginning, "I don't know what they are here to do. If you wait any longer, they will run away. Should we go to pursue it in Iraq?"

It was already evening, and it would be impossible not to set off again.

The 137th Battalion cannot lose this opportunity.

Otherwise, they can only continue to stay here, the tanks gradually rust in waiting, while they consume their lives while waiting.

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

The huge and burly Chivotan tank, the same thick m60 tank, was rushing towards the border with black smoke from behind.

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

I can't see clearly until night, and if I am surrounded, the consequences will not be wonderful.

It's less than an hour since it's dark.

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

"Woo~" a war sirloin sounded.

"Dadada..."

Before the enemy could be seen, some machine guns in the fortresses opened fire.

"These bastards!" Mataji looked at the chaotic position and cursed disdainfully, then ordered his company, "Get into the car and prepare for action!"

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

"All pay attention, see clearly what tank the other party is coming. If it is an m4 Sherman or an m47, beat me hard; if it encounters an m60 or a chief tank from the UK, you can run away with two guns! Aren't the Chinese bragging that their tanks are most suitable to launch armor-piercing bombs at a distance of two thousand meters?" Mataji also knew that it was impossible to play at this time.

&nb47, these are old tanks from World War II, with slow speed, weak firepower, and even more fatal launch speed.

Meeting such a tank is a good opportunity for them to make achievements in combat.

Of course you can't miss it.

Whether it is the Chief Tank or the M60, they are heavy tanks of more than 50 tons. Unless they hit a weak armor, even t62 and t72 are difficult to impress.

That's a thick iron lump with thick skin!

The chief tank, the main gun is a 120mm caliber rifled gun; the m60, although it is only a 105mm rifled gun, has a good attack power.

The turret of the 359 tank looks scary, with only five pairs of heavy-bearing wheels. Even the tank's total combat weight is only more than 40 tons!

The tonnage determines the thickness of the armor. A 40-ton tank defense capability will never be as high as a tank with a full weight of 50-ton tanks.
Chapter completed!