Dave's eyes widened, looking at Kevin in disbelief, then at the second and third rows of the queue that were lining up to leave at the camp gate, and took a deep breath. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Kevin, you mean to say that the old men think that we are safer only fifteen kilometers away from the million-strong army of Iraq, so they transferred two-thirds of the troops here to help defend Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia, which has gathered hundreds of thousands of troops and is thousands of miles away, because it may be more dangerous there, are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding, Dave. ”

Kevin straightened up from the engine of his Humvee, snapped the front cover of the engine compartment, and said helplessly and angrily: "The planes in the second and third rows are about to take off, although I don't think Saddam dares to attack Khafji, but from now on, there will only be more than 30 people in our platoon." ”

Kevin's face was also a little ugly: "No matter what those old men at the headquarters think, one fact is that the million-strong army of Iraq is less than fifteen kilometers away from us. So, we have to brace ourselves and not let up any longer. ”

"Call all the brethren and we'll have to study how we're going to survive in Khafji. ”

The transport planes in the second and third platoons of the Haifji Marine Corps had already taken off and left, leaving only a Saudi National Guard contingent with about no combat strength and a platoon of 30 American troops at the forefront of the war.

Platoon Commander Kevin, a second lieutenant who had just graduated from Annapolis this year, did not expect to catch up with the big stage of the Gulf War in his first year.

However, there are only a few people who can become stars, and the vast majority of those who perform on stage are poor extras.

As for Kevin's performance, it is not as bad as that of extras, but he is by no means a natural stage king.

His biggest problem is actually his lack of experience.

The platoon commander of the U.S. military is a somewhat awkward position, and the smallest independent tactical unit should be the company, and the company commander will directly command every soldier under his command in battle. And his right-hand man is not necessarily a platoon commander, but in fact more likely to be an experienced group of non-commissioned officers.

Serving as a warrant officer or second lieutenant as a platoon commander is more about gaining experience in this position and learning from non-commissioned officers and company commanders how to become a qualified officer.

In other words, Kevin can only be regarded as a young eagle who has not even learned to fly solo.

After a decent group meeting, he was faced with a shortage of manpower, so he did not come up with any effective defense plan.

Soldiers on the front line will be transferred to a safe place in the rear on the grounds of assisting in defense. Whatever the reason and how the justification of the transfer is explained, it will be a huge blow to the morale of the soldiers who still remain.

It's not that no one thinks it's a conspiracy, and a soldier who probably has read too much fiction claims to have seen articles about it somewhere called the Internet, and that the Hayfji battle is a joint effort between the Energy Group and the CIA to create a pretext for the war. And the thirty soldiers in a platoon are probably the sacrifices to be sacrificed, and they must leave here immediately!

However, this soldier, who tried to follow the second and third platoons to escape from Haifji, was locked up because he could not produce any evidence.

Of course, if there is a real fight, confinement is not a reason not to go to the battlefield. If you run away on the battlefield, it will not be confinement.

The only thing that can be comforted is the assurances made by the signal corps. As long as it can hold out for 10 to 15 minutes after the attack, the nearest U.S. military base will be able to provide sufficient air fire support.

In fact, modern networked warfare pursues this kind of effect. The ground forces have transformed from a direct countermeasure force to network nodes.

The U.S. military's electronic warfare capabilities allow him to give network node functions to every tactical unit. Even an ordinary soldier can call for cruise missile support from a cruiser.

But this is purely the practice of beating small countries, and of course this can be played in asymmetric wars. But if it's a close war, the network nodes have to be sufficiently balanced.

Like the 99A tank developed by China later, the idea is not the tank duel of World War II for a long time. The primary task of the modern tank battlefield has become survival, as long as the protection is in place and the ability to observe and pass through, even if the tank cannon can't kill you, there will naturally be all kinds of rear firepower to support you. Doing a good job of fire guidance is the role of the tactical system of network nodes.

The same applies to the U.S. Marine platoon in Haifji today, to ensure their own survival, even if the Iraqi army comes to a division, the fighter planes in the air can bomb them back.

It was with this confidence that Kevin calmed down the somewhat impetuous emotions of the soldiers in the platoon.

……

The fifteen-kilometer road march is just a matter of "one foot on the accelerator" for the elite tank battalion in the Hammurabi Division, Iraq's ace unit.

When Rasile's battalion arrived on the outskirts of Khafji, not only the U.S. military but also the Saudi National Guard did not react. Even the Iraqi Joint Command Center, which is networked through the command system, had just made a phone call to Saddam's desk at this time.

"Prepare for battle!"

Rasil's tank battalion had switched from a marching column to an offensive mode.

Four T72 tanks and four Type 69 tanks, together with the infantry on cover, spread out from the perimeter and began to cautiously approach the city of Khafji.

Khafji's geographical location did not provide enough security for the inhabitants, who had left their homes for the vast majority before the war began. The few locals who had nowhere else to go were left and had disappeared by the time the first shot was fired.

The commander of the task force of the Saudi National Guard, a Saudi aristocrat with a hot uniform and meticulous beard, immediately abandoned his army and ran towards the camp of the Marine Corps.

"Saudi Arabia is an ally of the United States, you have to protect my security!"

Theoretically, this major is much higher than Kevin's military rank, and he should shoulder the responsibility of resisting the invaders for his homeland.

But at this time, the only thing he could think of was hiding in the camp of the American army, desperately asking a second lieutenant with only thirty light infantry under his command to provide protection for him.

It's sad.

This is a man who has the appearance of a soldier, but does not have the soul of a soldier.

Kevin only had six Humvees in his hands and a shieldless machine gun on the roof. The only thing in their hands capable of fighting armored targets is a set of on-board Dow anti-tank missile systems.

But fortunately, Kevin and the U.S. Army's pot head soldiers didn't worry too much about this. Because they know that they are within the range of the US fighter jets.

“Ten minutes！”

Kevin stood behind the machine gun of the Humvee at the front, raised his fist in the air, and shouted at the platoon.

"As long as we hold out for ten minutes, there will be fighter jets to support us. ”

He pointed to the squad carrying the communications troops, and began to assign tasks in an orderly manner: "Dave, let your men bring all the guidance equipment and go to seize the commanding heights of the communications building in the city of Hyfji. In ten minutes, I hope that not a single Iraqi armored unit will appear on the battlefield again!"

“yes，sir！”

“go-go-go！”

Dave buckled up his helmet as he ran and jumped into the passenger seat of the Humvee. Before he could close the door, the Humvee's engine roared with all its might, providing the members with a blood-pumping push back enjoyment.

"Mike, Tate, take your men and we're going to set up a line on Dawaa Road on the edge of the city. Dismantle our Dow anti-armor missiles and deploy them at the Eid prayer restaurant. I would like a few men to deploy heavy machine guns at the Tala inn building in order to stop the accompanying infantry of Iraqi army tanks. ”

"Kevin, I'll go. ”

"I'll go too. ”

"And me!"

Kevin looked at the three people who had volunteered to stand up, and after a moment of silence, he nodded. The heavy machine-gun firing points deployed in the front were bound to withstand heavy fire. But in order to create a design opportunity for individual missiles, it is necessary to separate the accompanying infantry from the tanks, otherwise only a rifleman with a good field of view is needed to suppress the missile launch team. Then, whether it is a T72 or a Type 69 tank, as soon as it runs down, Kevin's platoon has no hope at all.

Kevin's battle plan is rather crude and simple, not because he didn't study hard in school, but because he only has so many resources at his disposal.

Aside from waiting for 10 minutes for air support, the only option left was to flee from Haifji faster in a Humvee than the Iraqis.

However, the order after the signal corps contacted them was to have their light infantry squad go to defend a heavy tank battalion of Iraq's elite troops head-on.

On the walkie-talkie, his superiors vowed to contact the Air Force as soon as possible to send fighter jets to support them.

Rasil's tank battalion was facing the first severe test of the battle after leaving the highway.

From the highway exit to the city of Khafji, there is an open area of at least three kilometres – and it is not surprising that the desert is full of open areas. But the problem is that his opponents can use Hayfji's buildings to attack them from a hidden position.

"Pass quickly!"

In a commanding T-72 tank, Rasil grabbed a walkie-talkie and gave orders to his troops. The battle-hardened Iraqi army, under the cover of eight tanks, quickly advanced in a skirmish line towards the city of Khafji.

At this moment, both the commanders of the warring sides and the black hands who are hiding behind their backs are planning all this.

Who would have thought that a battle of less than a thousand people would have an immeasurable impact on the world situation?