"I don't know, I can't get communication with them at the moment, General Isad replied personally. The communications staff officer's words silenced Qasim.

Issad is a fellow countryman of the president and a close confidant.

As the commander of an ordinary army, even if he is a front-line commander and upsets the president, Kassim may be at risk of being removed from his post.

Issad is a close confidant of the president, and if he says something unfavorable to him, Kassym may not be able to eat and walk around.

But he asked himself that there was no conflict with Issad and the officials of the Tikrit Division, and that he had not offended anyone.

Looking at the map, Qasim said, "Twenty kilometers to the north, we only have a small number of reinforcements to defend, right? The Persians don't have any heavy firepower, so what are they going to do?"

"yes. Even General Issad didn't know what they were trying to!" said the communications staff officer.

The officers of the Tikrit Division, all of whom were the president's hardcore henchmen, had always considered themselves superior.

"Keep an eye on them, arrange for ground forces to monitor them, and if they are in danger, draw troops from elsewhere to protect their safety. That's all Qasim can order.

In the northern twenty kilometers of the area, the further you go to the border, the more trenches there are.

Inside the trench, there was hardly anyone to be seen, except for a small number of people who remained to observe and a few firing points.

More than a dozen 359 tanks with wedge-shaped turrets with Iraqi flags on them roared along the way, rampaged, and flew over the trenches without a pause. At a distance of several hundred meters from the border, the crazy tanks finally slowed down.

"Walk around a few more times and wait for the Persian tanks to come up. Through the periscope, Mataji saw that the Persians were at peace hundreds of meters away.

I can't help but feel a little depressed.

There is some joy in the disappointment, and the mood is complicated.

The southern border between Iran and Iraq, from Khorramshahr south to the Persian Gulf, is bordered by the modest Shatt al-Arab.

In the northern region, the Shatt al-Arab is in Iraq.

After crossing the Shatt al-Arab, the tank detachment passed through the artillery defensive positions on one side of the river bank and continued to move in the direction of the border.

It was not until the two countries had dug a lot of trenches and even piled up a lot of obstacles on the border that they stopped.

With the order of the company commander, 11 tanks ran back and forth on the border positions full of trenches, so that the soldiers who defended the positions did not know whether these tank soldiers were crazy, so they could only report layer by layer.

On the southern front, the two sides usually shoot at each other across the border, and from time to time shell each other's positions, which happens almost every day.

And this area is very quiet.

The arrival of these madmen will break the peace, and if the Persians on the other side shell this side, what if it is good?

"Stop, wait, the Persians didn't come up so quickly. Keeping an eye on the Persian position, Mataji saw that after several rounds of back and forth, but still did not move, he ordered the tank team to stop.

"Company commander, the supply convoy is asking us where we are......" Gerard reported on the situation of the supply convoy in the rear.

"Put them where they are. After saying that, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, but got up, opened the top hatch, and leaned out half of his body. "The efficiency of the Persians is simply too low. ”

The position of the Persians was indeed too quiet.

"New Arabs tanks on the border east of Harisse?" General Al Tedder looked incredulous when he received the news, especially when he saw the contrast between the forces of the two sides on the huge combat map.

"There aren't many troops on either side in this area, and it's not in a strategic location, so why are their tanks there?"

The operational staff officers did not know how to answer.

"Has the news been confirmed?" Al Tedel asked his men.

"The Air Force reconnoitred and confirmed it. The turret is wedge-shaped...... The soldiers on the forward position observed that the barrel was very thick, a little larger than that of the T72, and a little longer...... "The intelligence staff officer reported to the commander, "According to the analysis, this is a new battle tank for the Arabs. ”

Al Tedel was even more puzzled, "How many?"

"The strength of a company, no matching armored vehicles, no infantry, etc. After discovering it, the Air Force reconnoitred the surrounding area and found nothing else. ”

"Are you sure there's no ambush?" said Al Tedel.

"No, these new tanks are too easy to identify. In the entire area, all tank turrets, with the exception of the Chieftain tanks that we equipped, were round. Obviously, these are not our tanks. The intelligence staff officer replied.

A staff officer of a major general in his fifties said, "The staff suggested that they leave these tanks for study, and this is probably the new main battle tank of the Arabs." We must assess the threat to us from such tanks!"

"Where is the closest armored unit to them?" asked Al Tedel.

"The 137 tank battalion of the border guards east of the border area. ”

"Isn't the 137th Battalion a ragtag battalion? The tanks in it are all ...... after being retired from the battlefield for repairs," someone questioned, "can such a unit perform such a mission?"

The 137 battalion belonged to the original Wehrmacht, and it was also formed by the old officers of the Pahlavi dynasty.

It turned out that all of them were equipped with Chivoltan tanks from the United Kingdom, which belonged to the elite of the presidential guard.

In the Battle of Susan Gild on January 5, 81, 350 Chivoltan tanks fought a life-and-death duel with 400 Iraqi T62 tanks, and most of them were eventually lost.

Later, the Chivoltan tanks in the southern theater of operations continued to lose money, and it was difficult to find any more formed ones.

The old officers of the 137th Battalion were fortunate to have survived the battles, but they still had to face the war, and their equipment began to become mixed. Even so, it belonged to the best equipped and most combat-ready of the Persian army.

"We believe so. Although they are all repaired, there are no problems with performance. Your Excellency, the 137 Battalion is equipped with 35 tanks, whether it is a Chivoltan tank from the United Kingdom or an M60 tank from the United States, which is the most advanced tank in our country......"

"Then let them go out and leave these tanks behind!" Al Teddell didn't hesitate too much. "Order the Air Force units to be ready for support. ”

35 against 11, he doesn't see anything wrong.

Since the opponent is a new type of tank, he must assess the threat of these tanks to his side.

The order was quickly given in radio ciphertext to the 137 battalion station, which was less than ten kilometers from the border.

"Brothers, the opportunity has finally come, the command ordered, go to the border and take out a company of Iraqi tanks. "The commander of the 137th battalion, Farahham, became excited as soon as he received the order.

Convene an operational meeting of all officers at and above the platoon level.

"Who is in command?" asked one of the company commanders with an unpleasant attitude.

The same goes for others.

Farahhammo knew why, and said with a smile, "This time, we will make our own battle strategy. We didn't have any more time, new tanks of the Iraqis appeared on the border. The command demanded that we exterminate and assess the threat to us from such tanks. This is an opportunity, an opportunity for us to be valued again!"

With the fall of the Pahlavi dynasty, these old officers have always been unwelcome.

The station was placed less than ten kilometers from the border, and if the Iraqis broke through from this side, the tanks would cross the border and get there with one foot of the accelerator.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go!" the officer who questioned at first said directly, "I don't know what they are coming for, if we wait any longer, they will run away, should we go to Iraq to pursue?"

Seeing that it was already evening, if you don't set off, you can't do it at all.

The 137 battalion could not afford to lose this opportunity.

Otherwise, they can only continue to stay here, the tanks are gradually rusting in waiting, and they consume their lives in waiting.

Soon, the 137 battalion station, which had not heard the roar of a massive engine for a long time, began to get busy.

The huge and burly Chivoltan tank, the equally thick M60 tank, with black smoke emitting from behind its buttocks, rushed towards the border.

"Company commander, it's getting dark, let's go back. The general knew about it, and the consequences ...... "Taszak saw that it was getting late, and he did not see the shadow of the Persian armored forces at all.

At night, you can't see clearly, and if you are surrounded, the consequences will not be wonderful.

It's less than an hour since it gets dark.

"Damn the Persians are coming, report quickly!" Matagi was about to give the order to leave, and there was a commotion in the quiet position.

"Woo~" The war alarm sounded.

"Da Da Da ......"

Before the shadow of the enemy could be seen, the machine guns in some of the machine gun forts opened fire.

"These bastards!" Mataji scolded disdainfully as he looked at the chaotic position, and then ordered his company, "Get in the car and get ready for action!"

He also got into the car at breakneck speed.

"Pay attention, see clearly what kind of tank the other side is coming, if it is an M4 Sherman, or an M47, beat me fiercely; if you encounter an M60, or a Chieftain tank from Britain, put two guns and flee! Aren't the Chinese boasting that their tank is most suitable for firing armor-piercing shells at a distance of two thousand meters?" Mataji also knew that this time could not be a child's play.

The M-4 Sherman and M47 are old tanks from World War II, with slow speed, low firepower, and more deadly launch speed.

Encountering such a tank is a good opportunity for them to make war achievements.

Naturally, you can't miss it.

Whether it is a Chieftain tank or an M60, they are all heavy tanks of more than 50 tons, unless they hit a weak place in armor, even the T62, T72, it is difficult to impress.

That's a lumpy lump of iron!

The main gun of the Chieftain tank is a 120 mm rifled gun, and the M60, although it is only a 105 mm rifled gun, is not bad at attack.

The turret of the 359 tank looks terrifying, with only five pairs of load-bearing wheels, and even the full combat weight of the tank is only more than 40 tons!

The tonnage determines the thickness of the armor, and the defense capability of a 40-ton tank can never be as high as that of a tank with a full weight of more than 50 tons.

This is the realization of Mataji and others.