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The spacious conference room still seemed to echo with Ibaka's categorical inference, and everyone had a feeling of tightness in their breath. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Is it possible that the mighty Abye will collapse from within in a few months? Everyone asks themselves, but they don't know.

But soon, the bearded Minister of Agriculture seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, blushing, waving his fist in his right hand, as if he had a thousand things to say, but they were all blocked in his throat and couldn't speak, and finally he waved his fist in embarrassment, and said sullenly: "We should insist." ”

What to insist on, the meaning is self-evident, if everything is really as Ibaka deduced, then hold on, fight a protracted war, and eventually Abye will be dragged down by the war, and the victory of this war will still be the Israelites.

The Minister of Agriculture seemed to make a big joke, but Gerald didn't take it to heart, and he subconsciously glanced at Zamir on the side, casting an inquiring look.

Zamir frowned, and only after a while did he give a slight affirmative look.

In essence, in Zamir's view, all of Ibaka's assertions are just empty buildings, not to mention the main premise, whether Abye already has such economic risks, let's just say that there really is, so how to spend these four or five months, how to insist, Ibaka can not put forward the slightest opinion.

This is a pure economist, who is okay with paper work, and will always only think about theory, but never care about practice and application.

The war continued in this way, and within four or five months, the country was destroyed. By no means a big word.

But for Zamir to make the decision to agree, there are also his own considerations. From the very beginning of the war, Zamir's overall strategy included a long-term and protracted battle in the middle and late stages of the war, taking advantage of the fact that the battle line was elongated and all the people were soldiers.

And now, two large-scale battles in quick succession have exhausted Israel's existing equipment. It is somewhat unrealistic to conduct a campaign like Armageddon in the South, so the use of small-scale, guerrilla warfare, and special operations is the best option.

But for a moment. Zamir also doesn't have a comprehensive plan, and there are too many things to consider about how to coordinate the overall situation and fight a protracted war.

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The Palangan River, which was a river thousands of years ago, has long since dried up, leaving only a wide, deep ravine. Some areas have been filled in and paved with roads or railways, and many people would not know about the existence of the river unless they were mentioned by locals.

In the middle of the river, several people were covered with rough blankets of earthy yellow. Motionless, indistinguishable from the surroundings.

It's flying through the sky. A sharp-eyed falcon may not be able to spot the lurkers in this river.

After a long time, one person moved slightly, and the blanket covered by his body was lifted, revealing two sharp eyes. His eyes quietly observed his surroundings for a long time before he turned and looked to his right.

"Valen, why hasn't the person come yet, is the news accurate, is there something wrong, and the other party has noticed it?" The man asked.

The man spoke in a very soft voice, a meter away on his right hand, the ground moved, the sand sprinkled on the blanket shook, and a face was revealed, with a brown cloth wrapped around his face, covering his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of equally sharp eyes, and said: "Harold, don't worry, they will definitely come, even if they don't come today, then they will come later tomorrow, this time is our first cooperation, you have to believe me." ”

Valen snorted softly and stopped talking.

Speaking of which, the two were originally rivals, and they were both Beel's underground gangs. Located 60 kilometres north of Yotwart, Beer is a small city, but it is also a thriving city, thanks to the tourism and economic stimulus of these years, and there is a lot of oil and water in Wallen and Harold.

Beer is on the Jordanian border, the situation is complicated, there are often anti-Semitic groups in Jordan, crossing the border to make trouble, and there are some local Pakistani gathering points, so the gangs here are all armed and even heavily armed.

But then again, Israel is a soldier and never restricts the possession of civilian weapons, although not to the point where Switzerland returns home with government-issued arms and weapons after years of military service, but it is not far off.

Israel is not peaceful, war-torn land, not to mention the Palestinian-Israeli issue, the irresolvable grievances between Jews and Arabs, Allah in northern Lebanon, terrorist organizations and so on, and it is reasonable for residents to have guns.

But today, Valen and Harold put aside their prejudices, united their elite members, brought enough weapons and equipment, and came here to ambush.

Their target was Abyej's patrol.

After winning the victory in the southern decisive battle, Abye has also temporarily slowed down the pace of the offensive, firstly, in this battle, Abye has also suffered a lot of losses and needs time to repair, and secondly, Abye has the plan of the Ministry of Defense.

Now Abyeha's forces are concentrated on the line between Timna and Yotvata, firmly in control of Israel's southern regions.

In order to stabilize the local environment in the next stage of the operation, Abyeh has also regularly sent patrol teams to clean up the surrounding areas and urban settlements to eliminate the remaining Israeli soldiers and militants.

The road in front of you is a traffic artery, and patrols pass by every day.

Coming to May, the weather is extremely hot, the scorching sun is exposed to the ground, and the surface temperature of the ground can exceed 40 degrees Celsius.

They were rivals and often fought for turf, but now, for the sake of common beliefs, the two sides have come together, which has to be said to be a miracle.

Time passed, and when it was almost noon, a line appeared in the distance Shi Shiran.

The sand in front of Valen was beating slightly, his heart jumped, he glanced at the observation post, and scolded in a low voice, "Harold, it's not good. Is it a tank, or is it a Type 2. Can the explosives we planted penetrate the armor of the tank? ”

After the Armageddon, Abyeha's army equipment has been seen at a glance, completely exposed to the world, the self-developed Lion tank, divided into Type 1 low configuration and Type 2 high configuration.

In particular, the Type 2 was highly configurable, and the thick and hard armor made a deep impression in Armageddon, and ordinary armor-piercing shells could not penetrate the Type 2 tank at a long distance.

So homemade homemade bombs can destroy tanks, and Valen has no bottom in his heart.

Harold's expression was also a little ugly. Normally, the patrol is a squad, or a tactical squad, riding in an armored machine-gun infantry vehicle, but who would have thought that the current patrol would actually ride in a thicker armored tank.

"Damn, it should be those people in the south who are doing a lot of action. These black devils have strengthened the configuration of the patrol, but don't worry, I buried a few kilograms of C4 this time, which should be able to blow through the chassis of the tank. Harold said.

Valen pursed his lips, a little noncommittal, he could hear. Harold's tone is also a bit weak.

Of course, they know the power of C4, and they have often used it before, and this time the two cooperated, and they both took out the inventory, but such a large amount. No one has really used it, but I simply know that I have buried a lot. But no one has ever done it to blow up the tank, of course, it is not clear.

I had the heart to say a few more words, but Valen still kept his mouth shut, the matter has come to this, I have to do it, and I have to do it if I can't.

The shaking of the ground became more and more violent, and the sand in front of him jumped straight and ran into his eyes, and Valen could only close his eyes and listen to the rumbling sound that was gradually approaching, and his heart was pounding.

Their plan is actually very simple, use ordinary civilians to obtain accurate information about the patrol team's patrol route, and then plant explosives at key locations in the reservation, and after blowing up the opponent's armored vehicles, take advantage of the chaos, rush up, and send all the bullets into the sky.

As for whether this plan is feasible and whether there will be difficulties in implementing it, Valen really hasn't thought about it, he lives peacefully in Beer, a small city, and what he thinks about the most when he opens his eyes every day is whether the bars and nightclubs under his command make money, how to grab more territory, and suddenly, the war is coming, and the most talked about by the people around him is the war, the country is going to die, and so on.

Then, as if bragging, blowing a sentence of believe it or not Lao Tzu went to the battlefield, a few black-skinned ghosts were not able to be caught, and the people below were instigated by disbelief for a while, and they were hot-blooded, so they did it, the consequences, national righteousness, bullshit, I didn't think about it at all.

The tank approached slowly, and it was obvious that the Abyeji soldiers, who were sitting on the tank car, lazily carrying their guns and smoking cigarettes, did not notice that there were so many people not far from their large army, trying their best to ambush them.

Everything was going according to Varun's predetermined steps, and unaware that Abye had already patrolled into his trap, the nearest man, almost on the side of the road, who was in charge of detonating it, pressed the detonator hard and excitedly the next moment he saw the tank run over the explosives burial site.

Rumble!

Valen's ears were instantly filled with the whistling sound of the rapid movement of the air, and it was as if there were two powerful hair dryers, blowing wind into their ears and eyes at full power, and they couldn't hear anything.

There was a black patch in front of him, and he couldn't see anything, and a strong feeling of palpitations spread throughout his body, as if he was playing with that moment, and there was a trembling and refreshing feeling of pleasure.

The next moment, Valen didn't remember anything.

On the ground, an orange-red sky-high fire dragon rose from the ground, ten stories high, gunsmoke, debris, and firelight, mixed together, and the madness of an eighteen-level typhoon spread outward.

A loud sound like a dragon's groan was heard, and there was a faint sound of metal twisting and shattering.

The fire dragon spread out, directly submerging a radius of 100 meters, and the ground seemed to be ploughed by ten plough machines, rolling over, leaving behind a huge, blackened pit emitting gunsmoke.

After a long time, the smoke of gunpowder slowly subsided, and the tanks, the patrol soldiers, and the seven or eight men with Valen and Harold were all gone, and on the messy ground, there was only a completely deformed charred black tank, narrating everything that had happened here.

Valen didn't ask in detail, and Harold didn't think deeply, the two of them joined forces and took out all the C4 explosives in stock, not a little bit, but a full thirty kilograms.

One kilogram of C4 explosives can blow a car into the sky, and thirty kilograms can completely blow up a six-story building. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.. Read. )