Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 72 "So it was you, Desert Eagle!"

Zion, the 17th Reconnaissance Platoon is conducting reconnaissance missions along the valley.

They carried an electronic reconnaissance device that could detect radar vehicle signals. Because it was an early model, the device was so large that it took up almost the entire back of the troop carrier. Private First Class Etan was fiddling with the big metal box that was full of wires and switches and was constantly flashing signals.

The enemy positions ahead were shelling, but because they were in a valley, the sound of the shelling seemed to come from all directions, which conveniently masked the sound of the engine.

"How did they manage to get the radar vehicle in here?" Yakov, a new recruit following behind Ram, muttered under his breath. "There isn't even a single tire track in this godforsaken place."

"Shut up, rookie!" Ram said without turning his head. "You think the enemy will be holding up signs to welcome us?"

Yakov pursed his lips and didn't dare to say another word.

The shelling stopped, and Eitan reported: "Signal source confirmed, bearing 275."

Reconnaissance platoon leader Mordecai nodded. "Continue forward."

In fact, everyone in the reconnaissance platoon knew that their operation was very risky. As a reconnaissance unit, they were deep inside enemy territory, and once they were discovered, they would be finished.

On the one hand, military orders are absolute, and on the other hand, Zion's troops had defeated the Arab coalition several times in history, which gave them a great deal of confidence and psychological advantage. The soldiers of Zion looked down on the Arab army, which they considered a bunch of dregs.

Grains of sand slid down the rock face, and the deeper one went, the more uneasy one felt.

Etan suddenly pressed the call button: "The signal has improved, we're getting close to the enemy's radar vehicle!"

These words immediately lifted everyone's spirits.

They found their target.

Reconnaissance platoon leader Modica ordered, "Ram, take two men to check ahead." He then gestured, "The rest of you, stay alert, radio silence."

Private Ram nodded and, along with two scouts, crouched low and crept forward. Dressed in desert camouflage, they lowered their guns and quickly disappeared into the depths of the valley.

The distant rumble of artillery fire rose again, engulfing their eardrums.

"Beep, beep beep, beep beep beep!"

Private First Class Ethan, wearing headphones, frowned: "Huh? Something doesn't seem right..."

Mordecai turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Eitan was somewhat surprised and doubtful: "The signal shows that the radar is approaching us, but how is that possible? That's an artillery position!"

Instead of moving towards the artillery positions, the artillery positions moved towards them.
A bad feeling suddenly arose in Mordecai's mind.

wrong! !
The next second, a shell landed on the side of the troop carrier, flipping the entire vehicle over.

Because Mordecai was relatively close, he was directly thrown away by the shockwave from the explosion.

tank!

It's still a main battle tank!

He struggled to lift his head and saw a cannon barrel appear in the valley ahead, followed by a strangely shaped tank driving into his field of vision.

This tank is about the same size as the Chieftain, but it has a smaller turret on top of the main turret.

The troop carrier overturned on the ground, and Private First Class Etan was thrown out and disappeared without a trace.

The faulty reconnaissance device emitted one last spark, and the radar detection on the shattered tactical tablet screen nearly reached its maximum reading.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep—!"

In Mordecai's view, the machine gun on the tank's roof turned toward the reconnaissance platoon, the muzzle brake on the main gun emitting distorted gusts of air. Amidst the ringing in his ears, he seemed to hear the sound of a shell being chambered.

"boom--!"

Modikai's vision went black, and his last thought was: Damn it, we've fallen for their trap.

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"Brigadier General, the northwest air defense position has been shelled, and the 'Hawk' missile battery has lost more than half of its units..." the chief of staff reported.

How many positions have been shelled now?

The third, or the fourth?
Are the enemy artillery shots that accurate?
Brigadier General Eugene: "Tell the other units to immediately move according to the plan, and take cover! The artillery, after firing three rounds of rapid fire, must also move to a new position!"

Looking at the heavily damaged positions on the tactical map, Brigadier General Eugene frowned and asked, "Do the Arab countries have generals skilled in commanding artillery?"

The commander pondered for a moment: "There is one, a young general from Shuangzhi's side named Amir, who should have been promoted to major general by now."

Amir bin Mohammed
This name is not unfamiliar to Brigadier General Eugene, and is even widely known among all the high-ranking commanders of Zion.

Although Zion's forces decisively defeated the Arab coalition in the last war, there was still one flaw.

It's like a student who could have scored 100 points but only got 99.

Shuangzhi's defeat that time was due to that one point short.

Furthermore, the extensive publicity surrounding Major General Amir's heroic deeds by the Arab side made it seem as if the Arab countries were "honorable in defeat," which further deepened the impression of him on the Zion officers.

Before the chief of staff could finish speaking, a deafening roar came from above. Brigadier General Eugene was so dizzy from the high pressure that he swayed and almost fell to the ground.

After the shelling, the chief of staff was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Is my mouth blessed?
"Damn it," Brigadier General Eugene spat out the ash in his mouth, "Still no news from the reconnaissance troops we sent out?"

The communications soldier replied, "The 17th reconnaissance platoon just reported that they were ambushed by enemy tanks, and then communications were cut off."

Brigadier General Eugene paused for a moment, then asked, "What tank?"

"The specific model wasn't mentioned."

The communications soldier said, "But they described what the tank looked like, saying it had two turrets on top."

Two turrets? M60A1!

Brigadier General Eugene suddenly realized which country's troops he was fighting against.

There are only a handful of Arab countries that can get equipment from the United States, and since it came from behind us, who else but Shuangzhi could it be?

In addition, the chief of staff's words had reminded him that it was obvious who the commander on the other side was.

"It really is Amir!"

Brigadier General Eugene immediately gave instructions to the communications officer: "Notify the division headquarters and command headquarters that the 58th Armored Brigade of Zion was ambushed by the Shuangzhi forces in Sergiad. Their objective is to cut off the main force's supply line to Al-Ilag!"
The opposing force has at least one artillery division and one armored division!

Chief of Staff: "Brigadier General, we haven't yet ascertained the exact size of the enemy forces. Is this report appropriate?"

Brigadier General Eugene glared at him fiercely: "Are you going to wait until the investigation is complete before reporting? By then, the entire brigade headquarters will be razed to the ground!"

He added, "Moreover, the enemy's numbers are only greater, and this Amir is a general of Shuangzhi, whose father is the Minister of Defense. There is definitely at least two divisions in their ranks!"

(End of this chapter)