"Get moving! He's aiming at us!" Farahhammo had been paying attention to the other party's movements, looking at the muzzle of the other party's guns, and clearly knew that it was aiming at the command vehicle.

The entire battalion consisted of 35 tanks, with a total of 4 command vehicles.

One M60 Patton, three Chivoltans.

Farahhammo's car, one of the three Chivoltans, was also in the rear.

The tanks of both sides, in such a short time, have approached the range of 1500 meters.

The target can be clearly seen by magnifying through the scope on the sighting system.

The 211 vehicle aimed at the tank with the most antennas in the 137th battalion, and only the other three tanks that fired at the 211 vehicle were found.

"Boom!"

The shells were discharged from the thick barrel of the 211 car, and they headed straight for Farahhammo's car.

The driver, who was also a seasoned veteran, jerked the lever to steer and pedal on the accelerator, ignoring the possibility of the tank flipping over in this uneven area, and the Chivoltan tank slammed its butt out of the front with black smoke.

"Boom!"

The shell fell on the rear of the turret, and the four people in the car also felt the shaking of the tank, and they did not know whether it was the great power of the opponent's shell or because the tank itself was turning.

"Hit me fire, two platoons attack one!" Farahan couldn't help but congratulate himself on how he had saved his life from the line of death, if the other party had fired an armor-piercing bullet instead of a grenade......

Without Farahhammo's orders, the experienced tank crews of the 137th Battalion, who had discovered that something was wrong, began to contact the tanks around them, hitting the fire and firing at the same target.

"Two more, use high-explosive shells, beat him to the stomach first, then change to armor-piercing bullets, and kill that 211 for me!" Farahhammo didn't believe it, so he couldn't kill the other party.

The 211 car, where Herard was, had always been at the front of the camp, barely stopping at all, firing while making various maneuvers.

In less than five minutes of fighting, at least five tanks of the 137th Battalion had already been put on their stomachs, most of them billowing black smoke, and even tank crews with flames on their bodies came out of it.

These tanks, apparently, are all scrapped.

As a battalion commander, Farahhammo's tanks were hard-won, and if no other unit had been hit or had a major breakdown, they would not have been replenished at all.

So far, in just five minutes of the battle, almost ten have been lost!

How do I explain to my superiors?

The muzzles of the six tanks began to aim towards SCP-211, which was still maneuvering at high speed.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

High-explosive shells continued to bloom on the 211 or lift up the dirt around the 211, but nothing could stop the tank, which had only five pairs of heavy wheels and carried a terrifyingly large turret, from continuing to coquettish.

"Boom!"

Another high-explosive bomb exploded in front of the tracks of 211.

"Boom~Boom~"

This is not the sound of shells exploding, but the roar of the engine of the 211 car with the track blown off.

The 211 car, whose tracks were blown up, had no tracks on one side, and the driver was still desperately stepping on the accelerator, and the tank body began to circle in place along the side of the tracks that were blown up.

Huge dust was rolled up, and soon the 211 tank was covered in soot.

Before a few tanks could adjust their muzzles and open fire into the smoke, two more tanks came out from behind and blocked the front.

In particular, the tank painted with 202 on the car, as soon as it came up, it made the tank that had not yet fired lie on its stomach, and it made Farahhammo so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

"Battalion commander, let's withdraw. This battle can't be fought. I can't even move it!"

"Yes, battalion commander, let's withdraw, my company has already scrapped 4 vehicles......"

"Battalion commander, call for air support, we can't deal with these tanks......"

"Seven minutes, just seven minutes! We've lost 12 tanks. If their air force is touched, without the protection of the air force and ground forces, we will be completely annihilated, and the 137th battalion will be established as a historical ......."

The officers under his command constantly begged to retreat.

Farahhammo saw the enemy not far away, and it was difficult to make a choice for a while.

The armor-piercing shells hit the 359 tanks, which were impenetrable, and as if they were inserted into them, the tanks were still able to maneuver at high speeds.

The high-explosive shell blew off the opponent's tracks, and the barrels of the guns were still firing rapidly, far more often than the Soviet-style tanks encountered before. Almost every few seconds, the opponent will open fire, and the accuracy rate is frighteningly high.

The grenade went out, shaking the opposing tanks, but they still didn't stop.

In the small area, dozens of tanks were clearly divided, dust was rising, and the sound of artillery was incessant, and the battle was heated from the beginning, and at the same time, it was also entering the end.

"Boom!"

Another M60 tank was destroyed, and Farahhammo had to make the decision to retreat.

Even if he was punished, he could not leave a single disgrace to the 137 battalion.

In the so many years since the outbreak of the Iran-Iraq war, there has never been a history in which a single battalion has been completely annihilated.

"Withdraw! The muzzle of the gun is backwards, fire the cannon as you go, don't give them a chance!"

Farahhammo gritted his teeth and made this humiliating decision.

Is that all?

Definitely not.

"This is the 137th Battalion, the opponent's firepower is too fierce, the defense is too thick, request aerial bombardment support, request aerial bombardment support......" Farahhammo finally connected to the headquarters.

Now it would be difficult for them to evacuate even without bombing from the Air Force.

The opposing tanks can accurately hit them as they move, and they, in order to fire, must stop.

Receiving a request for support from the 137th Battalion, Al Tedel looked incredulous, "Three times the opponent's advanced tanks, can't beat the other side, and still ask for help?"

It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's that the facts are too outrageous.

The air support force is ready to take off, which is to attract more rescue tanks from the other side and even use this as an opportunity to break the current standoff in the standoff.

But what people didn't expect was that in less than ten minutes after contact, they were beaten back by enemies who were far less than their own.

"Yes, General. According to the report of Major Farahhamo, the commander of the 137th Battalion, the opponent's tank armor is very thick, whether it is an M60 or a Chivoltan tank, armor-piercing shells cannot penetrate their defenses......;

"Order the warplanes to take off and support them. Pay attention to the enemy aircraft from Basra......" Thinking for three seconds, Al Tedder gave the order.

Soon, several F-4 Phantom fighters, led by two F-14 Tomcats, flew towards the area where the battle was taking place in the northwest.

"Make every effort to investigate what is going on with the other side's tanks. Report the news!" Al Tydel couldn't figure out why this was the case.

Could it be that the 137 battalion did it on purpose?

Even if they do it deliberately, they don't joke with the lives of their own comrades.

It was not only the tanks that were lost, but also the tank officers and armored corps who were experienced in combat.

"It seems that the other side's tank is a medium tank with only five pairs of load-bearing wheels...... "The staff officer said cautiously.

Al Teydell couldn't believe it.

Medium tanks have an overwhelming advantage over heavy tanks.

How can he believe?

Basra Command.

Qasim's face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out the water, and the tank company of the Tikrit Division really came here to cause trouble for him.

When they stopped at the border position, he gave the order for the squad to go to Basra, which was ignored.

What worries him even more finally happened, the Persians have been coming directly at these bastards with heavy tank battalions, and the bastards in Tikrit not only did not evacuate, but crossed the border to fight!

The war had already started five minutes earlier.

"Order the warplanes to take off, provide air support, and at the same time, guard against the Persian warplanes!" Even if Qasim was reluctant to wish that all those bastards would die over there, as the commander of the southern front, he could not bear the consequences. "Get in touch with them and let them evacuate quickly! Mobilize nearby artillery positions for long-range fire support ......"

A rat poop spoils a pot of soup.

The stalemate in the confrontation throughout the south was broken.

If it weren't for the lack of ammunition, Qasim would have been in such a situation, the Faw Peninsula was still in the hands of the damned Persians, and they would have to be driven out.

"Report, a call came from the front, the tank company of the Tikrit division pursued the opposing tank unit and went to ......"

"What?" Qasim couldn't believe it.

Those bastards in Tikrit, who have only one company, and don't even have armored vehicles that work together, actually run after an enemy with three times the number of troops?

It's a fantasy!

"General, I just received news that the young officers of Tikrit have destroyed 13 tanks of the opposing side in a row, and they are currently in pursuit. Only one of its own tank tracks was blown off and is currently undergoing repairs......"

"What the hell is going on?" asked Hasim after a long pause.

"Our new tanks, both in terms of firepower and armor thickness, surpass the ...... of the Persians," the staff officer told what he had learned.

Now just a few simple cases.

In less than 8 minutes of engagement, the Persians were left with 13 scrapped tanks and retreated.

And the Tikrite bastards, who only had 10 cars left, actually went deep into the border of the other side to pursue.

"Prepare the helicopter, let's go and see!" Qasim felt that he had to see it with his own eyes, confirm it, and believe it.

He couldn't believe anyone's report.

It's so weird.

"Weird?" Xie Kai couldn't help but smack his tongue when he heard this, the Chobham armor researched in China shouldn't be so strong, right?

Ibrahim looked at Xie Kai and nodded seriously, "Yes, Qasim used the word weird in his report to the president. So, you know why I'm so desperate to find you. ”

Looking at Ibrahim, Xie Kai nodded, "Indeed." General, aren't you afraid that if we know the situation, we will raise the price? And you are good, you actually want us to reduce the price even more!"

Xie Kai felt that the thoughts of the Iraqis were a little difficult to understand.

Who takes the initiative!

"I'm sure you won't. We are short of equipment, you are short of money. Ibrahim had a playful smile on his face.