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Chapter 76: Firepower Coverage When Wealthy, Tactical Interspersion When Poor

When 7.62mm internally threaded steel pipes were replaced on a large scale in Hamaraber, the accurate shooting skills of a large number of veteran soldiers immediately made the Hexagram suffer.

Even though the weapons were overwhelming, the Hexagram still had a hard time in street fighting and tunnels.

It even reached the point where no soldiers were willing to patrol without the cover of tanks and armored troops.

After all, no one knows in which ruined building a tunnel is hidden during a patrol, and how many gun barrels will extend from it.

The United States has always complained that the trees in the Vietnamese jungle can talk, but in Gaza, those ruined buildings can also talk!

Countless cold shots were hard to defend against, and his counterattacks were like punching cotton, making it impossible to find the opponent's position at all.

Kohavi, the front-line commander of the Hexagram, with the rank of Brigadier General.

His headquarters is located in Gaza City, Gaza Province, which is the command center of the Hexagram in Gaza Province.

At the same time, this is also the front-line artillery position of the Hexagram, which is actually equipped with 20 150mm howitzers and 30 120mm howitzers. As for the artillery shell reserves, it is an astronomical number.

Kohavi was in a very bad mood today. In order to boost morale, he sent his only biological son to the army.

As a result, yesterday, while on patrol, his son was shot by Hamalaber and died on the spot.

In the past few days, the casualty rate of the Hexagram on the front line has skyrocketed. Not only is the commander dissatisfied with him, but even the troops and civilians in the country have complaints about his command.

But Kohavi thought that he had done nothing wrong, and he didn't understand what had happened to Gasha in the past few days.

"Commander, we have good news. Our soldiers patrolling the front line were ambushed by Hamalaber. Three of them were killed and five were injured."

"Fuck! fuck! fuckyou!"

At this moment, Kohavi was extremely furious. He roared angrily at the adjutant who was reporting to the front desk.

The adjutant wiped the saliva from his face and spoke carefully: "Commander, although we suffered eight casualties, Hamalaber did not gain any advantage."

"Oh, how many of them died?"

"None of them died."

"Fuck! fuck! fuckyou!"

Kohavi looked at his adjutant, his inner anger rising again. With such a generation gap in weapons, not a single enemy was killed. How could he not have gained an advantage?
His adjutant wiped the saliva off his face again and said, "Commander, although no one on the other side died, we found their tunnel!"

"Although the tunnel was sealed, we seized an AK47 in the tunnel."

Kohavi looked at the AK47 that the adjutant brought in and threw it aside with great disgust.

This damaged version of AK47 is already very common in the Middle East, and its price does not exceed US$300.

We suffered eight casualties and only managed to seize this broken gun. What’s the use of it?

The adjutant looked at Kohavi and quickly explained, "Commander, our mechanic has checked this AK47. This gun was produced by the former Russian bear."

"Although this gun is ordinary, its barrel is 99% new. It is definitely a rare item in the Gaza area today!"

"We also found a string of mysterious codes and a string of mysterious symbols on the barrel of the gun. After identification, we found that the string of symbols was Chinese characters!"

"what?"

When Kohavi heard this, he felt dizzy and even forgot the pain of losing his son.

As a senior general of the Hexagram, he knew too well the strength of the Hexagram. It looked fierce, but in fact it was vulnerable. Even with the support of the United States, the surrounding camels were also very weak.

Even though they were tens of thousands of miles apart, the hexagram could not withstand the impact of the other party's interference.

"This matter must be reported to the commander immediately, and then the United States must protest, otherwise we will lose this battle sooner or later."

"Hamalab is not afraid of death, but we can't afford to waste time!" Kohavi made a decision immediately and asked someone to send the AK47 out by helicopter.

He looked at his adjutant and said, "From today on, all patrol missions will be carried out by armored vehicles and tanks."

"Soldiers should stay in the barracks as much as possible and not go out. At the same time, all external strike missions will be carried out by artillery fire. The United States has plenty of artillery shells anyway."

For the sake of the father-son relationship, the Hexagram asks the United States to call him dad. Does the other party dare to refuse?
As soon as the war started, the United States gave up its money and transferred a large amount of military supplies to the Hexagram.

After the adjutant nodded and left, Kohavi came to the artillery position and said to the artillerymen: "Soldiers, we are fighting a humanitarian war."

"We are protecting our hexagram. Don't feel any psychological burden. After all, apart from us, who else would notify the target of the bombing in advance?"

"This is the target we are going to hit today. I have already notified the civilians in that area to evacuate, so we are righteous!"

As the Hexagram soldiers listened to the speech, their originally decadent eyes gradually became confident.

Kohavi looked at the gradually improving morale and continued, "From now on, the amount of ammunition for bombing all targets will be increased fivefold!"

"Ah, sir, isn't this density of artillery fire a bit too high?"

"What the United States has are artillery shells. I just like this kind of artillery fire. Don't stop, just keep firing!"

"I swear to God, if I hear you stop firing for even one second today, I'll put you in the barrel of a cannon and shoot you out!"

When dozens of large-caliber artillery pieces opened fire at full force, the entire city of Gaza was instantly enveloped in artillery fire.

Almost all the civilians in the city had been evacuated, and those who remained followed Hamalaber and hid in the tunnels.

Even in a tunnel several meters deep, the vibrations caused by the artillery fire hitting the ground still caused great pain to the people in the tunnel.

This feeling of all the internal organs vibrating is really nauseating and makes people want to vomit.

Haniya looked at the child next to him with an ugly face. He hugged the child and touched his head to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Their artillery fire will never defeat us."

The little boy nodded with a firm expression, his eyes filled with deep hatred.

"What do you think, will Sinvar's strategy succeed?"

Everyone in the tunnel looked at each other in bewilderment when they heard Haniya's question, not knowing how to answer.

The exposed tunnel entrance and the AK47 left there were deliberately left by Sinwal in order to confirm the location of the commander of the Hexagram front line.

After confirming the location, he immediately set off with ten unscrupulous cannons and gunners.

At this moment, the team had already passed through the hidden tunnel and quietly reached the outskirts of the Kohavi front-line command post.

Looking at the artillery fire in the enemy's position, Sinwal remembered what his instructor said when he was studying abroad: if you are rich, use carpet bombing; if you are poor, use tactical infiltration. He was filled with emotion.

Sure enough, the instructor was not lying to me. Although I have graduated, it seems that my journey of studying has just begun.

(End of this chapter)