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Chapter 143 Don't be afraid, it's just a farm vehicle
As the sun gradually set, Amir at the Hexagram Front Command received an unexpected call.

"Amir, there is going to be a battle on the front line. My son David is under your command. I have never asked you for anything else in my life."

"This time, I want to beg you, can you sign a transfer order to transfer David to the rear? I only have this one son, please!"

Amir's forehead was bulging with veins when he heard this request. He slammed the table and said angrily, "Marta, this is impossible. You'd better not call me like this!"

After he hung up the phone angrily, he threw the phone away.

Amir has received hundreds of similar calls in the past few days.

As a country with universal military service, Amir has tried his best to compromise with the domestic dignitaries during this period and arrange for their children to serve in the second and third lines.

Even so, there were still a steady stream of calls requesting that their children be transferred back to China.

As a front-line commander, Amir really could not agree to such a request.

He couldn't even imagine how much of a blow it would be to the morale of the front lines if the children of the powerful and wealthy enjoyed themselves in the rear, as a country with universal military service!
"Fuck you! They took the back door and actually came to the front line where I am bleeding and sacrificing lives!"

"Adjutant, remember this. If anyone makes this kind of call again, no matter who it is, write it down and then add their children to the patrol team!" Amir said gritting his teeth.

In this war, if the Hexagram Patrol's death rate is second, no one would dare to say it is first.

Even though each patrol was protected by tanks and armored vehicles, the patrol team was still hard-pressed to defend against mines hidden on the roadside, RPGs fired from corners, or unexpected gunshots.

The adjutant saluted and immediately turned and left.

Amir looked at the sky which was gradually getting darker, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart rose again.

He called his adjutant and ordered again: "Notify all bases and be on high alert!"

"If you find Hamalapo showing signs of massing, you must report immediately and request a fire strike!"

"Yes, Commander!"

This military order was quickly sent to all the strongholds of the Hexagram in Gaza City.

Most of their defensive strongholds were civilian facilities that occupied key strategic locations and were subsequently transformed.

Among them, the largest stronghold is a building on Landen Heights, which is one of the commanding heights of Gaza City.

Although this is a commanding height, its actual altitude is only over 100 meters and the building has only twelve floors. It was a hospital before the war.

The commander of the team stationed here now is Major David, the one whose mother walked through the back door to the front-line command center.

As the son of an upper-class dignitary, David's military career can be said to be smooth sailing.

Even though he was on the front line, he was in a relatively safe rear area, and the reinforced hospital could be said to be quite safe.

After David received Amir's military order, he deployed his troops obediently.

He strengthened patrols, increased sentries, and strictly prohibited soldiers from going out at will.

As long as there are no mistakes, it will be a great achievement. After the war, I can at least be promoted two levels in the operation of the family.

David naturally knew all about the interests involved.

He had no idea of ​​making further progress, but he had no doubt about achieving his father's military rank and position of colonel.

"Major, something's wrong. Look, why are there so many tricycles on the high ground?"

"Not only in the east direction, we have also spotted three-wheeled vehicle convoys gathering in other directions."

"There are a lot of them, at least three hundred. Should we request fire support?" At this time, a captain came to report.

David began to observe towards the east through the command center's periscope.

He looked at those tricycles and smiled disdainfully in his heart.

"Don't worry, those are troop carriers that Hamarab imported from a big country in the East." "They are called troop carriers, but they are just cheap tricycles modified. Their combat capabilities are not worth mentioning at all."

As the son of a powerful upper-class person, David naturally has his own additional channels of information.

Damao had just used these three-wheeled troop carriers of the Civil Reform Army on the front line, and his sixth sense told him that those guys from Hamalaber would definitely import them in large quantities.

Now, David has predicted the enemy's prediction, and for this, he is even somewhat secretly happy.

"Major, with so many vehicles, we can definitely gather a large number of troops."

"I think we should report to the headquarters and request fire support!" The captain looked at David, whose mouth corners were slightly raised, and frowned slightly.

He really couldn't understand how his superior could still laugh when, based on the number of tricycles assembled, his side was already heavily surrounded by the enemy.

David looked at his subordinates and said sarcastically, "My dear Jacob, you don't have to panic. I have done a lot of research on this three-wheeled troop carrier of the Civilian Reform Army."

"This tricycle cannot be used on the front line. At most, it can only be used as a troop carrier to provide a small amount of fire support."

"As long as we hold on to the high ground, we will kill as many enemies as they come."

"Even if we can't hold it, we still have the firepower support of the air force, so don't worry."

"It would be fine if they don't attack. But if they do, you and I can both level up two levels after winning this defense battle."

The captain listened to David's words and wanted to persuade him further, but then he thought about the building's fortifications and swallowed the words back.

There are drone surveillance in the sky and air force support. Even if all Hamarab personnel are mobilized, they may not be able to take down the building.

Although it is said that one general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers, who doesn't want to make a name for themselves on the battlefield?

He had great confidence in the building's defenses that he had personally supervised and strengthened.

The entire building has been reinforced with high-strength concrete, so it can withstand a dozen gas tanks and steel tube rockets.

If Hamalabur attacks forcefully, this building will become a meat grinder that will make the opponent regret it.

The sun set completely and the sky became completely dark.

In the tunnel, Xinwal looked at his watch. It was exactly half past seven.

He clenched his fists and slammed them hard on the command table in front of him, roaring, "Pass the order down. According to the pre-war plan, notify all combat troops to open fire at full force!"

The order to open fire was passed down layer by layer, and soon all the combat troops in Hamarab in Gaza City began to get busy.

Ali was no exception. He was using a telescope to observe the Landen Highlands not far away.

The building on the high ground was brightly lit at this time, like a huge searchlight, monitoring the entire city of Gaza.

"Pass the order down, all vehicles, follow the pre-war plan, input the coordinates of the strike point, and open fire immediately!"

When the cargo boxes of all tricycles were raised at the same time.

This strange phenomenon was immediately discovered by the cautious and vigilant captain.

He frowned, woke up David who was already fast asleep, and shouted: "Colonel, hurry up and see, there is something wrong with the buckets of those tricycles!"

"Why are those truck buckets all raised? I feel something is wrong!"

David frowned, looked through the periscope of the headquarters, and said impatiently, "Captain, what's the fuss about?"

"I've already said that their three-wheeled troop carriers are all converted from farm vehicles. Isn't it natural that the bucket can be raised?"

"If it's not an emergency...hiss, anti-cannon, anti-cannon!"

(End of this chapter)