"Move! He aims at us!" Farahamo had been paying attention to the other party's actions, looking at the other party's muzzle, and knew clearly that it was aiming at the command car.

There are 35 tanks in the entire battalion, with a total of 4 command vehicles.

One m60 Patton, three Chivotans.

Farahammo's car is one of three Chivottans, and it is also in the rear.

The tanks of both sides have approached a range of 1,500 meters in such a short time.

By magnifying the scope on the sight system, you can clearly see the target.

The 211 car aimed at the tank with the most antennas in the 137th Battalion, and only three other tanks that opened fire on the 211 car were discovered.

"boom!"

The shells came out of the thick barrel of the 211 car and rushed straight towards Farahammo's car.

The driver was also an experienced veteran. He pulled the joystick and steered the accelerator at the same time, regardless of the possibility of the tank being overturned in this uneven area, the Chivotan tank rushed out of the buttocks with black smoke coming out towards the front.

"boom!"

The shells fell at the tail of the turret, and the four people in the car also felt the tank shaking. I don’t know whether it was the huge power of the other shells or because the tank itself was turning.

"Strike the firepower to attack one of two platoons!" Farahamo didn't care to be glad that he had saved his life from the brink of death. If the opponent had just fired an armor-piercing bomb instead of a grenade...

Without Farahammer's order, the experienced tank soldiers of the 137th Battalion who discovered something wrong began to contact the tanks around him, hitting the firepower and firing at the same target.

"Come two more, use high-explosive bombs, knock him down first, then replace armor-piercing bombs, and kill the 211 for me!" Farahammo didn't believe it, so he couldn't kill the other party.

The 211 car where Hrad is located has always been at the front of the camp, with almost no stop, and firing fire while making various maneuvers.

Within less than five minutes of the battle, at least five tanks of the 137th Battalion had fallen into their nests. Most of them were rolling black smoke, and even tank soldiers with flames on their bodies came out of it.

These tanks are obviously scrapped.

As battalion commanders, these tanks under Faraham's men were hard-won. If no other troops were hit or had major malfunctions, they would not have been able to replenish them at all.

So far, nearly ten vehicles have been lost in just five minutes of the war!

How to explain to your superiors?

The muzzles of the six tanks began to aim at the 211, which was still maneuvering at high speed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The high-explosive bombs kept blooming on the 211 car, or lifting up the soil around the 211 car, but they could not stop the tank that only had five pairs of heavy wheels but carried a huge turret to continue to be coquettish.

"boom!"

Another high-explosive bomb exploded in front of the 211 track.

"Boom~Boom~"

This is not the sound of shells blowing up, but the roar of the 211 engine whose tracks were blown off.

The 211 car with the crawlers that were blown off had no crawlers, and the driver was still desperately stepping on the accelerator. The tank body began to circle in place along the side where the crawlers were blown off.

The huge dust was rolled up, and soon the 211 tank was shrouded in smoke.

Before several tanks that were gathering fire adjusted their muzzles and fired into the smoke and dust, two more tanks emerged from behind and blocked in the front.

Especially the tanks with 202 painted on the car, as soon as they came up, the tanks that had not yet fired were trapped, which made Farahammo so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

"Battery Commander, let's retreat. This battle cannot be fought. I can't fight at all!"

"Yes, battalion commander, please withdraw. My company has already scrapped 4 vehicles..."

"Battery Commander, please ask for air support. We cannot deal with these tanks..."

"7 minutes, just 7 minutes! We have lost 12 tanks. If their air force is touched, we will be completely wiped out without the protection of the air force and ground forces. The 137th Battalion will establish history..."

The officers under his command kept asking for a retreat.

Farahammo saw the enemy not far away and was unable to make a decision for a while.

The armor-piercing projectile hit the 359 tanks and was unable to penetrate. As if they were inserted on it, the tanks could still maneuver at high speed.

The high-explosive bomb broke the opponent's tracks, and the other party's gun barrel was still firing quickly. The frequency was far greater than the Soviet tank I encountered before. Almost every few seconds, the opponent would firing, and the accuracy rate was terrifyingly high.

The grenade was fired, causing the opponent's tank to shake, but he still didn't stop.

In the narrow area, dozens of tank camps were clearly distinguished, with dust rising and guns rising. The battle became white-hot from the beginning, and at the same time, it also came to an end.

"boom!"

Another m60 tank was destroyed, and Farahammo had to make a decision to retreat.

Even if he was punished, he could not leave a shame to the 137th Battalion.

The Iran-Iraq War broke out for so many years, and there has never been a history of any battalion being completely wiped out.

"Retreat! Go backwards, fire while walking, don't give them a chance!"

Farahamo gritted his teeth and made this humiliating decision.

Could it be that way?

Surely not.

"This is the 137th Battalion. The opponent's firepower is too strong and the defense is too thick. I request air bombing support and air bombing support..." Farahamo finally connected the headquarters.

Now without the bombing of the Air Force, it would be difficult for them to evacuate.

The opponent's tanks can accurately hit them while they are moving, and they must stop to fire.

After receiving a support request from the 137th Battalion, Al Tadell looked incredible, "Three times the advanced tanks of the opponent can't beat the opponent, so you still ask for help?"

It’s not that he doesn’t believe it, but that the facts are too outrageous.

The air support force is ready to take off, which is to attract more rescue tanks from the other side and even use this as an opportunity to break the current stalemate of the confrontation.

But what people didn't expect was that in less than ten minutes of contact, he was beaten by enemies far less than his side and was unable to fight back.

"Yes, General. According to the report of Major Farahammo, the battalion commander of the 137th Battalion, the opponent's tank armor was very thick. Whether it was an m60 or a Chivotan tank, the armor-piercing bomb could not penetrate their defenses; the opponent could fire while moving, and the hit rate was very high..." The staff officer reported quickly.

"Order the fighter jets to take off and support them. Be careful to guard against enemy aircraft from Basra..." After thinking about it for three seconds, Al Teedel issued an order.

Soon, several F-4 ghost fighter jets that were on standby were flying towards the area in the northwest, led by two F-14 Tomcats.

"Take all your efforts to investigate clearly what the other party's tank is. Report the news!" Allege Tedel could not figure out why such a result occurred.

Did Battalion 137 on purpose?

Even if they are intentional, they will not joke about the lives of their own comrades.

What was lost was not only tanks, but also tank officers and armored soldiers with rich combat experience.

"It seems that the opponent's tank is a medium tank, with only five pairs of heavy wheels..." said the staff officer carefully.

Allege Tadell couldn't believe it.

Medium tanks have overwhelming advantages in the face of heavy tanks.

How to make him believe it?

Basra Command.

Qasim's face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water. The tank company of the Tikrit Division was indeed causing trouble for him.

When they stopped on the border position, he issued an order asking the team to go to Basra and was directly ignored.

What made him even more worried finally happened. The Persians kept heavy tank battalions and came directly towards these bastards. The Tikrit bastards not only did not evacuate, but instead crossed the border to fight!

The war started five minutes ago.

"Order the fighter jets to take off and provide air support, and at the same time, beware of Persian fighter jets sneak attacks!" Even though Qasim was reluctant, he wished that all the bastards would die there. As the commander of the Southern Front, he could not bear the consequences. "Get in touch with them and let them evacuate quickly! Mobilize nearby artillery positions to provide long-range fire support..."

A rat shit breaks a pot of soup.

The deadlock in the entire southern confrontation was broken.

If it weren't for insufficient ammunition, Kasimba would not have such a situation. The Fao Peninsula was still in the hands of the damn Persians and had to drive them out.

"Report, call from the front, the tank company of the Tikrit Division went to pursue the opponent's tank troops..."

"What?" Qasim couldn't believe it.

Those bastards in Tikrit had only one company, and even had no armored vehicles that cooperated to fight, actually chased the enemy with three times the strength of the troops?

It's simply a fantasy!

"General, I just received the news that the young Tikrit officers destroyed 13 tanks from the other side and are currently pursuing them. Only one tank track was blown off and repairs are underway..."

"What's going on?" Hasim asked for a long time.

The tank, both in terms of firepower and armor thickness, exceeded that of the Persians…” The staff adviser told the situation he learned.

Now I only know a little simple situation.

In less than 8 minutes of fighting, the Persians left 13 scrapped tanks to retreat.

The Tikrit bastards, who had only 10 cars left, actually went deep into the other side's border to chase.

"Prepare the helicopter and let's go and see!" Qasim felt that he had to see and confirm it with his own eyes before he could believe it.

He could not believe anyone's report.

Things are too weird.

"Strange?" Xie Kai couldn't help but amazed when he heard this. The Chobam armor that he studied in China should not be so powerful, right?

Ibrahim looked at Xie Kai and nodded seriously, "Yes, the word weirdness is used in the report Kasim gave to the president. So, you know why I am so eager to find you."

Looking at Ibrahim, Xie Kai nodded, "Indeed. General, aren't you afraid that the price will increase when we know the situation? But you actually want to make us cut the price even more significantly!"

Xie Kai felt that it was a bit difficult to understand the Iraqis' ideas.

Who takes the initiative?
Chapter completed!