"Boom~~~Boom~~Boom~~~"

As dusk approached, the village of Kilmal was still filled with smoke, bullets scattered between houses, grenades fluttering in the air, and explosions drowning the small plateau in the desert in a death trap

"Khamenei will go and set up two more mines, Ahmet will hold the machine-gun position to the east, Maxim, don't use the light grenade launcher in your hand as an ornament, and wait for those infidels to come in and fight me."

After repelling the Iraqi attack again, Captain Soleimani, who is a member of the elite Iranian Revolutionary Guard Corps' "Quds Alds" operation detachment, began to seize the time to arrange defenses to deal with the next attack of the Iraqis.

"Chen, you're okay!"

Now Chen Zihao has long woken up from the initial fear, although he has been in Iran for nearly half a month, and he has long been somewhat immune to the sound of gunfire, but such close contact with explosions, deaths, and dense bullets, Chen Zihao asked himself for the first time in his life, but even so, after nearly three hours of saturation attack by the Iraqi army, Chen Zihao was also a little numb.

And after calming down, he not only dodged more calmly and quickly under the command of Soleimani, but also did his best to repair firearms, load ammunition and other things that he was familiar with and within his ability, so as to help Soleimani and them better hold on. After hearing Soleimani's question, he couldn't help but grin and replied in Arabic, which was not very fluent:

"I'm fine. You don't have to worry!"

But as he spoke, Chen Zihao's face darkened again, and he pointed to the Type 56 submachine gun in Soleimani's hand:

"But we don't seem to have a lot of ammunition, I don't know"

"That's not the point, after all, the rescue team that arrived an hour ago still has some in their hands, and they can at least withstand one or two Iraqi attacks!"

Soleimani waved his hand at Chen Zihao, then pulled out a cigarette. lit it with a lighter, took two puffs hard, and relaxed his nervous expression slightly. Then he glanced at the Iraqi troop assembly point outside the village, and said without worry:

"What worries me most now is the situation in which it is clear that we are surrounded by the Iraqi army. The failure of the rescue detachment amply proves this!"

The rescue detachment that Soleimani said. An hour ago, a rescue detachment composed of 48 elite Iranian special forces dispatched by Lieutenant General Jarrad, commander of the Southern Cluster, flew into the village of Kilmal in two American-made CH-47 "Chinook" helicopters in an attempt to solve Chen Zihao who was trapped in the village.

However, just as the two helicopters were approaching the target point, the Iraqis, who had been prepared for a long time, used the "Stinger" shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile to carry out a sneak attack on the two low-flying "Chinook" helicopters, resulting in the destruction and fall of one helicopter, and the other being forced to land outside the village of Kilmal under the control of the pilot's superb skills.

Rao is so. Most of the 24 people on board were also killed and wounded, and only 14 of them successfully fought Soleimani in the end. Although the defense of Soleimani has been strengthened, the overall situation has not fundamentally changed, but after the loss of two helicopters and dozens of special forces, the corresponding situation has worsened, for this, even Chen Zihao, who does not understand strategy and tactics, can see it, and can't help nodding heavily:

"Yes, besides, I heard from the captured Iraqis that Iraq has used tanks, if that's the case, I guess we really won't be able to hold out for long!"

"If their tanks really attack, I will be relieved, I'm afraid that they have other plans."

Soleimani looked at the desert that was gradually approaching dusk through the simple fortifications erected, and his cold eyes revealed a trace of indescribable confusion, because as a veteran Iranian elite special forces officer, Soleimani only felt that the Iraqis launched this surprise attack, which was full of incomprehensible strangeness.

If they wanted to capture the Chinese engineer Chen, they could go all out to attack this small village, but every attack of the Iraqis seemed to be strong, but in fact, they did not exert all their strength, and even regarded it as child's play, even if the Iraqis were not so bad in combat, they were not bad enough to play with children.

What's more, half an hour ago, he had heard from the captured Iraqi soldiers that their armored troops were about to arrive here, but after such a long time, he didn't even see the shadow of a steel plate, all of which was so puzzling that Soleimani couldn't stop asking himself what the Iraqis wanted to do, and at this moment, a terrible thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and suddenly his eyes were round, and he shouted:

"Not good!"

Then, regardless of Chen Zihao's shock, he turned his head and shouted to the radio communication soldiers not far away: "Quick, give me the Unicom Command Bomb"

Right at the Soleimani "Command" As soon as the word was spoken, five or six mortar shells fell like hail towards his position, and suddenly the dust flew and the ground shook, but when the shelling was over, Soleimani didn't care whether there were any shells in the follow-up, and went directly to the radio communication machine, grabbed the microphone and just wanted to shout, but found that the radio intercom was blown up together with the communication soldiers, and at this time the Iraqi army's offensive was launched again, Soleimani raised his gun, glanced at the southeast, and secretly prayed:

"May Allah bless you, you can evacuate safely!" After speaking, he glanced at the Iranian soldiers on the position and shouted: "Warriors, this is an unyielding holy war, Allah will bless us with victory, take up the sword and gun in your hands, and send the infidels to hell!"

"Hail Allah!"

The Iranian soldiers on the position responded in unison, and then raised their weapons and fired a rain of bullets at the attacking Iraqi soldiers

Just as the fierce battle in the village of Kilmelle was in full swing, a team was in a strange shape. But the unusually formidable tank, under the cover of a reinforced T-62 tank battalion, bypassed the flank of the village of Kilmail. In the middle of the desert, it was like a lightning speed, towards the city of Khomshahr, the headquarters of the southern Iranian cluster, more than ten kilometers away.

In the middle of the heavily armoured marching column, a Le Pen, once Sarkozy's assistant and now a former Sarkozy servicer, dressed in a brand new desert camouflage, was in an armored command car, and was full of interest through the shooting holes in the car. Looking at the vast desert scenery, he couldn't help but smile smugly, and then turned his head to look at the stout man opposite. Hollande, a retired French lieutenant colonel with an Iraqi colonel's brochure, said in an excited tone:

"I really didn't expect that the defense behind the Iranian position was so empty, it was like a huge marshmallow. I stabbed it in with a single stab!"

"Haha~~" listened to Le Pen's words. Hollande laughed uncontrollably, and then took the cigar from his mouth, and made no secret of his contempt:

"To idiots like Iraq and Iran, even if you give them advanced equipment, they won't fight, that kind of World War I-style trenches, we didn't play more than half a century ago, but they, hum so. This time, I want to teach not only the Iraqis how to fight, but also the Iranians. What is a real armored offensive battle!"

"Mr. Sarkozy has brought you here, and it was the right choice!"

"Of course, because I'm the only one who is the best!"

Hollande is also not modest, and he himself is qualified not to be modest, because when he served in the French army, he was known as a master of armored warfare tactics, and in NATO's internal armored confrontation exercises, he relied on his bold style and strong style to lead his troops to defeat the United States, Britain, Germany and other armored powers, thus earning him an extremely glorious nickname - France's "Guderian" (the father of German armored forces in World War II, the creator of 'blitzkrieg')

Since the failure of the last armored raid, the elder Sarkozy has learned from the pain and invited him to Iraq under the pseudonym Mohammed at a price that Hollande could not refuse, and became the actual commander of Iraq's elite armored forces, and he did not live up to the expectations of the elder Sarkozy, not only trained the Iraqi armored troops to be extremely brave in a short period of time.

Moreover, through the understanding of the Iranian defense line and the objectives that the elder Sarkozy wanted to achieve, he developed an excellent battle plan, which is now progressing in an orderly manner, and as Hollande had predicted, it is even worse than NATO exercises.

But Le Pen, who was sitting opposite him, was not as optimistic as Hollande, because he knew how terrible the man in Homshahr was, so when he saw that Hollande was a little fluttering, he opened his mouth to remind:

"Although the Iranian army has deployed most of its forces to the front line, resulting in an empty rear, there is still an Iranian elite equipped with new Chinese tanks in the city of Khomshahr, so"

"New tanks, Iranian elites, China, haha" Before Le Pen finished speaking, Hollande snorted coldly and asked a few words, and then laughed even more unscrupulously, and when the laughter gradually subsided, he once again put on a condescending posture and said contemptuously:

"Mr. Le Pen, don't be joking, the elite of the Iranians? Do they have an elite? Suicide charge or crowd tactics? If they dare, I really don't mind a little more blood on my hands, as for China, I admit that their infantry is very powerful, as for the armored soldiers, hehe!

Even if they have our advanced M60T tank, it is estimated that the effect is not much stronger than that of the Iranians, not to mention that they don't have it at all, if the 59 type and **** are changed and called a new tank, then it is better to go to the burlesque theater in Paris to tell jokes haha~~"

In the blink of an eye, Hollande's laughter echoed again in the menacing M60T tank column (to be continued). )

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