Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 26 Result
"Allahu Akbar!!"

After witnessing the fearless charge of their own infantry fighting vehicles and the heroic performance of the AMX-13, the morale of all the soldiers at the Nukoshir outpost was greatly boosted.

Not only infantry companies and reconnaissance platoons, but even logistics troops rushed out of the trenches shouting slogans.

The Zionists also attempted a counterattack, but their morale was built on their previous victories, and now their air squadrons were being held back by the United States, while their ground armored forces suffered unprecedented damage.

When the last Chieftain was set ablaze by a rocket, the morale of the Tin Armored Force finally began to crumble.

On the other hand, the Nukoshir outpost, despite suffering heavy losses, was so high in morale that it seemed to pierce the sky.

Reconnaissance platoon leader Tamim charged ahead, his eyes fixed on the AMX-13 on the distant hillside; his gaze had completely changed.

The same was true for the soldiers following behind him.

Since the start of the war in Zion, all Arab countries have been retreating, and rumors have even circulated in the military that "the people of Zion are invincible," as if it were a curse. But someone has broken it.

"The troops in Zion have begun their retreat."

From the eagle's perspective, Lu Lin saw the tanker trucks of the armored forces begin to retreat, and the M50 self-propelled howitzers also started to run away.

He secretly regretted that he had been eyeing this thing for a long time, but unfortunately he hadn't been able to capture one.

"We won. We won!" Yehena murmured. Suddenly, she hugged Lu Lin, tears welling up in her eyes.

Lu Lin knew that the girl was crying tears of joy.

In this situation, there's not much he can say; sacrifice is inevitable, and those who survive will suffer even more.

So he gently patted her back, offering silent comfort.

Only then did he realize that Yehena was almost completely exhausted and was practically hanging on him.

Lu Lin remembered that Muslims at that time were quite feudal. Women were not allowed to have any physical contact with men other than their fathers before marriage. Was he breaking the rules?

Only then did he realize there was another person inside the tank, so he gave the driver a slightly dangerous look, hoping the man wouldn't gossip. But to his surprise, the man replied with a devout expression:

"Please forgive my previous doubts, Lieutenant Colonel, but it turns out you really have accepted the Apocalypse!"

"Huh?" Lu Lin: "What apocalypse?"

Yehena then realized what was happening, broke free from Lu Lin's embrace, and looked at him with a strange expression: "You just said 'Allah will guide you,' and you not only traversed the fog, but also led us to victory in the war."

Receiving divine revelation is the privilege of apostles, as described in detail in the Quran. It is said that Muhammad received divine revelation and thus founded Islam.

In other words, admitting this was tantamount to admitting his Muslim identity. Lu Lin was a staunch materialist who had been born and raised under the red flag and in the spring breeze, so he denied it, saying, "I made it up."

The driver gave him a knowing look.

Hmm? Why does it seem like the explanation is getting more and more off-topic?
Yehena whispered in his ear, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with admitting you're an apostle. The church will be your support, and you'll have many privileges."

Lu Lin asked curiously, "What kind of privilege?"

Yehena counted on her fingers: "Your conduct and morality will be protected by Allah, granting you immunity from sin; your words and deeds will be recorded, granting you legislative and adjudicative power; you can marry more wives, and marriage restrictions will have no effect on you."

Lu Lin felt a chill run down his spine. Just then, he also heard shouts outside. He quickly switched to his eagle-like perspective and saw that the soldiers in the sentry post had rushed up the hillside.

"Let's talk about that later."

He opened the hatch, raised his arms, and shouted, "We've won!!"

He was met with the shouts of millions.

"The Zionists have won!"

The F4 Phantom flew low overhead, and the deafening cheers on the ground could be heard even by the pilots.

"No! Look at the flags they're holding, it's Shuangzhi's unit!" The pilot in the same group exclaimed in surprise, "The Arabs won!" The radio went silent for a moment, then a lieutenant muttered, "This is unbelievable... no, I mean it's absolutely incredible!"

To this day, Arab countries have not won a single victory. Even Masr's army, which is said to be the strongest in the Middle East, was defeated by Zion's armored forces. But now, a small outpost on the border of Shuangzhi has brought a miracle to everyone.

"Does anyone know the name of the commander of that outpost?" one of the team members asked.

"I don't know." The captain shook his head, then said, "But we'll find out soon from the news and newspapers."

Tel Aviv, Zion Front Operations Command.

Major General Yeshavishen received news of the 38th Armored Division's operational failure.

He overheard messages between tank crews on the radio, mentioning "Death" in the smoke.

The commander of the Twins seemed to have adopted unconventional tactics, first using smoke bombs to conceal his armored forces, then closing the distance with the chieftain, and finally eliminating them one by one.

But that's not right.

The smoke grenades were used in both directions, so how did the enemy pinpoint the location of Zion's tanks?

Major General Yeshavishin frowned, attributing the incident solely to tactical command errors.

He had heard that the commander of the Nukoshir outpost was supposedly a master artilleryman. So, they also had an ace tank crew?
Could it be that the United States provided the support?

Over the phone, Brigadier General Ger, commander of the 38th Armored Division, asked, "Major General, shall we continue our offensive against Shuangzhi's border?"

"It's too late," Major General Yesavishen said irritably. "You've missed the best time to attack! The United States has already sent troops to aid Shuangzhi, and the sky is full of their planes!"

Major General Yessavison has received information that the 105th and 101st Air Groups are engaged in dogfights with the United States' elite air force, while the United States' Sixth Fleet is on patrol in the Mediterranean, with its decks ready to provide runways for fighter jets.

With the intervention of the United States, Zion's plan to invade Twins was completely thwarted.

The United States and Shuangzhi had signed a "Mutual Defense Agreement." They had previously risked blowing up all the airports in Shuangzhi to delay the United States' military aid. Once they occupied Medina, everything would be settled.

But now that the United States' aircraft carrier has arrived, the Air Force Commander of Zion is living in constant fear that a bomb might fall on the Prime Minister's office.

"If you ask me, the blame for this whole thing lies entirely with Samod; their intelligence work is just too outdated!"

Brigadier General Ger spoke frankly: "The Shuangzhi people must have received military aid from the United States a long time ago, and they also have military advisors from the United States. Otherwise, how could a single outpost have stopped our armored forces?"

Major General Yesavishin thought about it for a moment and it seemed to make sense.

The last time a war broke out in Shuangzhi was more than forty years ago, when the great founding king led forty camel soldiers and wielded muskets to conquer most of the Arabian Peninsula.

In other words, the country doesn't even have a single general who understands modern military affairs.

Moreover, neither Shuangzhi participated in nor experienced World War I or World War II, including the two previous Middle East wars. The country's military organization was chaotic, its weapons and equipment were outdated, and it did not even have a decent air force.

And yet, this very country managed to stop Zion's elite forces.

If Masr and Suriya heard this, they would think we were going easy on them!
“I will report this matter to the Prime Minister, but in any case, if we lose the war, we must take responsibility for our mistakes and prepare to write a self-criticism,” Major General Yeshavishin said.

Brigadier General Gerd reluctantly agreed. Colonel Avi of the 7th Regiment had been killed twice on the battlefield by enemy artillery fire, so now it was up to him, his superior, to take the blame.

The two hung up the phone after exchanging only a few words. What was giving Major General Yesavishin the biggest headache right now was that Warrior-class battleship.

After the United States arrived, Masr sent men to blockade the Suez Canal again, and now the battleship borrowed from the United Kingdom is stuck in the Red Sea, unable to find a port to dock at.

Their original plan was to take Medina in one fell swoop, but now that they haven't taken Tabuk, they're in an awkward situation.

"Why do I always seem to have bad luck after getting a dual-signal system?"

Major General Yeshavishin was completely baffled.

(End of this chapter)