Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

"Saint Michael Archangel, defend us! May God arise, His power is before the devil. Defend us, our only God, before those who seek to destroy us, please strike out and bring destruction to them!"

"Uh...what do you think?" Helmut said to Gunner Henrik.

"Good at talking."

Helmut shrugged, stood up and sat on the top armor of the turret, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and fired the lighter several times, but only two or three fleeting sparks popped out.

"What kind of crap is this distribution?"

"Here, Lieutenant."

"Oh!" Helmut grabbed the lighter thrown by the pastor. The bright silver shell and fine engravings looked very valuable. "Hey! Bodley, how did you get this?"

"gave it to you."

Helmut scratched his head and said, "Something bad has happened."

"Why, you look down on our Reverend Pastor?"

"Looks like we'll have to get two more kills later, Henrik."

"You are the platoon leader, you have the final say."

About 2 meters away from Helmut's command Leopard 50, Birdley gathered a group of devout believers on the sand around him.

A large, heavy-set loader with a shaved head removed his helmet, knelt on the ground and read a hymn. Then Bodley gave a sermon.

Some of the Panzergrenadiers called themselves "devil hounds"—so the legend goes, soldiers in World War I called themselves. Bodley weaved this into his sermons, grudgingly praising his own fortitude.

"They call you 'the devil's hound,'" Bodley told the congregation. "But Jesus was the devil's dog. He faced great evil, and he defeated it."

“Jesus is the devil’s hound you want to be with you when you go into battle.”

"See, I told you it's bullshit." Gunner Henrik shook his head and got into the car with a sad and angry face.

Whenever Henrik heard Major Bodley's sermons, he felt that his faith was suffering a severe blow.

At this time, there was a roar of rotors in the air. After such a long time of fighting, we finally saw the armed helicopters under the Army Aviation Command.

At 15 a.m. on the 4th, the 203rd Armored Battalion received an order for all personnel to board their vehicles, load the first round of shells into the gun barrels, load the ammunition belts into the machine gun feed ports, and prepare to set off.

Although the space inside the tank is limited, the crew made full use of the space on both sides of the turret.

The brave crew welded barbed wire on the side of the turret to intercept possible flying RPGs; then they welded some racks for rifles and bullets inside.

The backpacks filled with personal belongings were placed in the lockers behind the turret magazine.

Helmut carried with him an M10A4 rifle with only a 1-inch barrel, which he disassembled into two upper and lower receivers and managed to stuff into the carriage.

At this time, more than 18000 German soldiers on standby in the desert area west of Maisad were making the same preparations.

The defenders of Maysad urgently repaired about 30 kilometers of fortifications on the edge of the city, including barbed wire and minefields.

However, no one can give an accurate answer as to how effective these temporary defense measures can be.

Boom!

There was a constant roar coming from the direction of the planned attack, and the fierce artillery fire dyed half of the sky red.

Earlier, Helmut had spoken with the division's intelligence officers, who had hacked into the computer of the Algerian commander in the area, and the division's commander, Major General Hans Melke, had personally emailed him, urging him to surrender.

However, the Algerians did not surrender.

All day long they shelled German forces intermittently and with no apparent effect.

Earlier yesterday afternoon, defenders could be seen moving back and forth on the edge of the city, laying mines.

"How long?" Henrik asked.

"20 minutes."

"That is to say, in 20 minutes, we will leave the starting point and rush into the city with the support of heavy artillery, rockets and bombers.

Then the 2nd Airborne Brigade and the 12th Air Assault Brigade will advance quickly after the breakthrough. They will accompany us deep into the city, with the goal of seizing and occupying the railway hub north of the city."

"Yes. Specifically speaking, our mission is to assist the 92nd Grenadiers Battalion and to attack the municipal center named 'Smiley' Point in the northeast of the city as the main force advances northward."

Helmut was a little worried about their mission. The biggest problem facing the 203rd Armored Battalion and its allies was that they would be fighting alone when they entered the city and headed for the mission point.

Other friendly units will be centered around the railway hub, which will have sufficient manpower and armor around it, so there is no need to worry about the garrison units operating in the urban area.

Their situation was somewhat awkward.

Although most of the enemy forces might be routed, a few Algerian tanks on the move with crews willing to fight could inflict heavy damage on them at some unexpected moment.

Such a scene was staged in the East-West Ukrainian civil war that ended not long ago. The old T-62M1 crews in East Ukraine set up an ambush in the city and knocked out 8 enemy equipment in one go, including two T-80UDs.

要知道T-62M1是上世纪80年代升级的产物，而T-62平台本身是60年代的产物了。

The battle in the town was unexpected. If they were unlucky, an RPG equipped with a tandem warhead could kill them.

"Marmor! Marmor! Marmor!"

Suddenly, a call came from the car radio.

"Marble? Who named this battle?" Henrik complained while operating the observation and aiming equipment skillfully.

"Randomly picked from the dictionary," Helmut said on the radio. "This is Chaos Squad, forward!"

Then he switched to the car radio and said, "Berson, let's go."

The Leopard 2 tank jolted forward, its tracks making a creaking sound.

Helmut operated the commander's independent observation device amid the irregular shaking, and everything captured by the thermal imaging was presented in black and white and gray images of different brightness before his eyes.

The sounds of diesel engines and turbochargers were continuous. When he used the equipment to obtain target information and simultaneously reported it to the gunner orally, he had to shout at the top of his voice.

Chapter 135 Unnecessary Losses

Raphael's first impression of Algeria was that most of it was a barren desert.

However, it doesn’t matter whether birds poop in the desert or not. What matters is that the desert is rich in oil, and not just oil, but also natural gas.

China ranks 15th in the world in proven oil reserves, 10th in proven recoverable natural gas reserves, and 3rd in recoverable shale gas reserves.

On top of that, two-thirds of Algeria’s hell has not been adequately explored or has not been explored.

In other words, there is still room for its oil and gas resource ranking to move up.

Resources are more important than anything else.

North Africa is mainly based on oil, gas and mineral resources, while the resources in Central and South Africa can be used to vigorously develop agriculture, forestry and animal husbandry.

This is clear not only to the German-French coalition, but also to the European Union and the United States across the sea. It can even be said that the whole world is looking forward to this.

The camera on the battlefield military observer's helmet trembled up and down as the mine-resistant vehicle he was riding in passed through the breach and finally stopped beside a two-lane asphalt road running east-west.

On one side of the road was a row of shops—cinderblock structures with colorful hand-painted designs, their steel roll-up doors all drawn, and a badly battered Toyota truck on the side of the road, perhaps driven into the road by a tank.

A haunted city.

The main German combat units were advancing northward or operating on the edge of the cleared safety zone.

The images transmitted directly from the front line via satellite links were very blurry, and the observers kept communicating with the accompanying soldiers.

Their voices were intermittent, and were almost drowned out by the radio noise and gunfire.

"Where are we going?"

Raphael turned to look at Nelson. The battle on the front line must be very fierce, and no one can guarantee 100% safety.

For the Algerians, this war was their national patriotic war.

"It should be heading towards the Municipal Center," Nelson looked at the map carefully. He quickly found the observer's destination based on the speed, number of turns and direction of the vehicle.

"There's no need to send special observers for a battle of this magnitude. Even if there were, it's totally unnecessary to go to the lowest limit."

"It's not unnecessary to watch the battle up close."

"There will be video footage during combat."

“The video footage is not comprehensive.”

Raphael could hear a hint of displeasure in Nelson's tone. The army colonel seemed somewhat dissatisfied with her speech.

It should be the dissatisfaction with technicians who have no front-line experience.

"Okay, if you think it's necessary."

"Of course it's necessary."

Raphael stopped talking. Anyway, the final user was the army, and as a representative of the army, Nelson's opinion was the most important.

The 92nd Panzer Grenadier Battalion and the 203rd Panzer Battalion had no friendly forces in their combat area, and relatively speaking, the number of enemies they faced was not as large as in other directions.

But the intensity of the resistance was just as strong as in other directions, or even more tenacious.

Raphael and Nelson's conversation ended quickly, and they continued to focus on the picture.

The two combat battalions moved eastward along an unpaved road, which was lined with jagged buildings that easily reminded people of Tijuana, Mexico.

Occasionally one could see adobe houses, a few domesticated chickens, and hungry, skinny old dogs foraging among the garbage.

Here and there you can see the remains of vehicles: burnt-out tanks and the empty shells of cars, perhaps relics of an earlier period of civil unrest.

In the eastern sky, there were columns of smoke rising from flames that were burning and engulfing everything.

At the level of small units, everyone's survival depends on the simplest manual observation. It can be seen that each walking personnel in the unit is responsible for observing a specific direction.

Some of them stared at the windows of the building through the sights of their HK416s; some held machine guns with fierce eyes, ready to fire a volley of bullets at the slightest movement.

The "Boxer" wheeled armored vehicles that accompany them are vulnerable to attacks from small arms - AK rifles, RPG rocket-propelled grenades, light machine guns - within about 600 meters, and even farther than the shooting range of heavier weapons.

Thanks to its modular design, the Boxer wheeled armored vehicle can be equipped with a variety of different types of weapons, including a 12.7mm M2HB machine gun, a 7.62mm MG3 machine gun, or 25/30mm caliber machine guns and a 105mm rifled gun, which can accurately strike targets within a distance of about 2000 meters.

The goal is to identify and destroy enemy threats to armored vehicles before they get within effective range.

The soldiers who were marching passed binoculars to each other and exchanged information with the people on the armored vehicles.

They kept in touch with each other, reporting what they saw on the surrounding buildings - a pipe a hundred meters away might be a gun barrel, and the stick on the back of a figure flashing in the distance might be an RPG rocket-propelled grenade launcher.

There is a small team ahead moving cautiously, because small groups of enemies may be hiding anywhere.

At this point, the infantry began to make contact with the local Algerians who had not left the city - the women in black robes outside the brick and concrete buildings.

About 100 meters away from their path, a woman emerged from the alley, holding something in her hand.

This scene frightened them all, and they all raised their weapons and aimed. The turret of the wheeled vehicle also turned around.

"That black-winged woman, what is she doing?"

"She's holding a bag in her hand." A voice came from the turret: "Safe! No weapons!"

After a while, someone who looked like the captain shouted, "Hey!"

The stunned woman standing at the entrance of the alley opposite seemed to have just come to her senses and ran back to the alley in panic, not even caring about the food that spilled out of her arms.

Near noon, the main force of the 203rd Armored Battalion appeared in the small square south of the target location.

They thought they would encounter a fierce battle, but what appeared before them was a pile of ruins - this place had already been visited by the Air Force and armed helicopters.

The US military observer also came here. He followed the reconnaissance team outside the square and took a circle. When he was about to return to the mine-proof vehicle, he suddenly stopped.

The guard who had already walked to the car door turned around and looked at him, while the observer was looking up at something.

"What's wrong?" asked the guard.

"Which side is that drone from?" the observer pointed upwards.

A German soldier nearby who knew English looked up and in the direction of his finger, saw a quadcopter drone hovering at a height of several dozen meters. The abrupt black dot against the blue background of the sky was extremely obvious.

"Hold!"

The observer grabbed the confused soldier, grabbed his collar and ran towards the small building next to him.

"Find cover, lie down!"

The small armor-piercing warhead hanging from the quadcopter was released, and after swinging a few times in the air, it fell straight onto the mine-proof vehicle, emitting thick gray-white smoke as it exploded.

Chapter 136 Collapse of Order