"Mataji, let's leave. We don't have a lot of fuel, and the brothers are not very familiar with the operation of tanks. Taszak persuaded again.

He didn't want a problem.

General Isad attached great importance to these tanks, General Ibrahim attached great importance to them.

Their attention is definitely not likely to benefit from taking rebates. They are the people the president trusts the most.

"Shut up! Taszak, I haven't even seen the shadow of the enemy. No, I've seen it, their tanks are coming, could it be that the tanks they found out of the scrap metal piles are emitting so much black smoke......" Mataji was attracted by the sky in the distance.

Not only him, but everyone he was attracted to.

The engine of the 359 tank, which had already stalled, began to roar again.

With the driver's manipulation, the tracks moved slowly, and the barrel, which had been hanging low, began to rise slightly.

The switch of the automatic loader has been turned on, and the shells have been loaded.

In a tank encounter, whoever fires the first shell first will have the first opportunity.

Of course, the first shot of the shell has to be hit, otherwise the combat performance indicators of the tank will not pay attention to a starting hit rate, right?

Waiting for the 359 tank team, black smoke in the air kept coming towards the border.

Due to the border obstacles, they have not been able to see the other side's tanks.

With three kilometers to go before the border line, the tanks of the 137th Battalion, on the orders of the company commander Farahhammo, reduced their speed. Lacking in the maintenance of the tank, the engine could not keep the high load running for a long time.

"Get ready for battle, give them a wave of grenades first!" Farahhammo gave the order through the chain of command as he marched slowly.

"Battalion commander, what if they run away?" someone questioned.

"They're going to run, and we can't catch up! Maybe they're waiting for us. Farahhammo did not explain. "Artillery fire preparation, grenade, target 103 area, preparation, launch!"

No more opportunities for others to question.

With Farahhammo's orders, whether it was a Chivoltan tank purchased from Britain or an M60 tank from the United States, the barrels began to rise rapidly, and the turret began to rotate at the same time.

"Boom!"

The muzzle of an M60 tank flashed, a cloud of white mist rose, a huge howitzer was discharged, and the heavy body of the tank shook.

This shell also kicked off the shelling.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

More than 30 tanks were scattered in a small area, spitting shells at the Iraqi positions opposite.

"Boom~boom!"

The first shells fell on the edge of a trench a few hundred meters behind the area where the 359 tank stayed, kicking up a huge amount of dirt.

A series of shells fell on the positions.

"M60!" Inside the tank, someone could hear the sound of shells breaking through the air, "grenades!"

"Chivoltan!

Different caliber shells, different types of shells, the sound of breaking the air and the sound of explosion, are all different.

"These bastards, think they have a lot of shells?" Mataji was furious at the sight of such a scene. "It's so far from the border that it's actually fired. Rush up and stay two kilometers away from them! ”

"Mataji, there are a lot of tanks on the other side, all of them are M60 and Chivoltan! We must retreat! This is to lure us to rush forward......"

Taszak tried to stop Mataji's impulsive command through the tank's radio intercom.

only to find that it was useless at all.

Eleven tanks, except for 211 next to him, formed an irregular straight line and rushed towards the top of the border.

In desperation, he could only greet 211 next to him and rush up together.

The 137th Battalion, which was originally stationed, moved forward a certain distance after the first round of grenade salvos.

In particular, in order to maintain the continuity of the shelling, the tank guns no longer fired salvos, but opened their own fire.

The 359 tank has been rushing forward at maximum speed, and the obstacles on the border cannot prevent the 359 tank from crossing at all, and even the anti-tank mines buried on the border do not seem to be regarded as a matter by these young officers in Tikrit.

Beyond the barrier, dozens of tanks were seen, which had already approached within two kilometers.

"Stop!" Mataji is not a fool.

The number of opponents exceeded their imagination, and even, what the periscope saw, all of them were M60 and Chivoltan, the two most advanced heavy tanks of the Persians.

"Mataji, withdraw, there are too many of them!" Taszak became worried when he saw the Persian army tanks in the distance.

Even with the order, rushing too fast at first, the 359 tank entered the territory of Persia for a short distance before finally stopping.

The muzzles began to aim at the Persian tanks that were rushing towards them.

No one fired.

The young officers of Tikrit, who were not familiar with the new tank, forgot that the firing range of the armor-piercing shell of the 359 tank was 2000 meters, and the laser sight of the fire control system could aim at a longer distance.

Even the auxiliary targets provided by the computer fire control system were ignored by the commander and gunners.

They were aiming using the old way, and with the stabilized fire control system, it was a problem for them.

Of course, there are exceptions, and the commander of the 211, Herard, is giving the artillery commander target orders.

As soon as he crossed the obstacle and found the enemy, Herard instructed the gun commander to aim at the target according to the order of the various targets provided by the computer system, according to the usual training.

"Armor-piercing shells, fire!" did not wait for the order, and did not care that other cars were still parked there waiting for the Persian tanks to get closer.

At 1750 meters, the 211th car, which was slowly moving forward, fired the first shell of the Tikrite Young Officers Company.

"Boom~"

The tank body shook and a tail stabilized armor-piercing shell was fired into the front.

Many tanks of the 137th Battalion are speeding up and closing the distance under the command of company commander Rafahammo.

The British-made Chivoltan tank, with its matching armor-piercing projectiles, needs to be more armor-piercing at a distance of 1,500 meters.

"Boom!" The first armor-piercing shell fired by the 211 vehicle accurately hit the main armor of an M60.

Then, black smoke rose from the inside of the hit tank, rushed forward for some distance, and came to a standstill.

"Keep firing!" Without bothering to observe the results of the first shell, Herard gave the order again.

"Boom~" is another armor-piercing ejection chamber.

A Chivoltan tank was hit on the side of the turret, and the armor-piercing shell was ejected.

"Company commander, use the target parameters displayed by the computer, aim and shoot directly!" Herard finally spotted the friendly forces that were still silent. The first M60 Patton tank hit by him, smoke began to billowing from inside.

"Boom~" The inside of the Patton tank finally exploded.

"Fire!" Mataji finally came to his senses.

The 359 tank, which stood still, reacted at the same time, almost after Gerard's reminder.

However, few tanks hit the target.

As soon as the tanks crossed the obstacles, Farahhammo was able to see the shape of the tanks.

The first thought was that this was impossible!

Iraq does not have tanks with wedge-shaped turrets.

The second reaction was to evacuate, and the opposing turrets looked far more intimidating than all their tanks.

Thinking of three times the number of enemies on his side, he gave the order to start the attack.

"Oh my God, I was hit!" I don't know who cried out in horror in the communication channel.

"Get moving! don't stop here as a target!" Mataji finally realized that he was the commander and had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

The 211 tank was maneuvering at high speed, shoveling up thick smoke and dust, and even firing smoke grenades outside, constantly firing at the 137 tank that needed to stop when firing in the distance.

In less than a minute, the 211 car fired 4 armor-piercing shells, 2 grenades, successfully stopped 3 Persian tanks with black smoke, and one of the tracks was blown off and fired frantically in this direction.

"What kind of tanks are these tanks, I obviously hit them, why didn't they explode!"

Rafahammo heard the report of his subordinates and was secretly frightened.

He clearly saw that an Iraqi tank was hit, and the tail of the armor-piercing shell was thus inserted into the armor.

On the opposing side, a tank that moves and fires while moving is particularly coquettish, no matter what direction the tank body is looking in, the muzzle is always pointing in this direction, and the speed of fire is much faster than the Soviet-made tank they know about.

Seeing the 211 tank turn sideways with the turret turning to one side, Farahhammo finally seized his chance.

"371, 368, 358, listen to my command, target the opponent's 211, armor-piercing shells, aim...... Fire!"

Four tanks were facing the 211 at the same time, which had reached the front of the group, constantly rolling up high dust to cover the tanks behind it.

"Speed!" Herard saw several tanks in the distance aimed at him, and ordered the driver, "Turn!"

The 211 car, which was moving to the side, made a big turn in an instant.

However, it was still too late.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Two armor-piercing shells were nailed to the side of the turret, and the impact was so strong that the driver, who was operating the tank steering, felt that the tank was almost out of control and was about to roll over to one side.

And that wasn't all, a grenade hit the skirt next to the tank's tracks and exploded.

The force of the impact lifted the load wheels on one side of the tank off the ground.

"Can't move?" "Couldn't move?" saw two armor-piercing shells hit the turret of the opposing tank, and just like at the beginning, the tail of the armor-piercing shells was exposed.

Farahhammo's eyes almost fell.

"Battalion commander, their tank only has five pairs of load wheels!" was supposed to aim at the gun commander who was firing the gun, let his eyes take his eyes off the scope and report to the battalion commander who was a little dazed.

There are only five pairs of weight wheels!

Heavy tanks like theirs, four of them fired at the same time, three shells hit one of the enemy's tanks, and the other side actually didn't have anything at all.

"Oh my God, it's still moving!"

What is even more surprising is that the 211 car, which has been hit by three cannons in a row, is still maneuvering frantically, and even the muzzle of the gun is aimed at the command tank where Farahhammo is located......