"Boom!"

At this time, the town of Dama was under intense artillery bombardment.

The town of Dama, the largest of the four towns in the Leibide region and one of the two towns captured by the rebels, was the first target of government forces because of its relative southerly profligate compared to the other.

The three forward regiments of the government army have now surrounded the town of Dama, and will attack when the two artillery regiments of the division headquarters have finished bombardment.

"All attention, when the artillery fire is completed, after the tanks of the 15th Heavy Infantry Regiment break through the city gate, a light cavalry battalion of my 8th Mixed Regiment will take the lead in attacking the city, and the rest of the troops will quickly follow, and all the rebels you see will be shot and killed, including those who surrendered, do you understand?" A lean government colonel stood on a high ground, watching the bombardment ahead and giving orders.

This person was none other than Ashkan, the commander of the 8th Mixed Regiment, the hairy monkey in the mouth of Colonel Ibrahimi. Looking at him, although he is thin and small, his whole hair is thick, and if he is not wearing the military uniform of a school officer, he looks like a wild monkey.

Ashkan, as Colonel Ibrahimi put it, turned out to be a street vendor. At that time, the rebels were rampant, and once he went out to pick up goods, and when he returned home, his parents, wife, and three children were all killed by the rebels when they attacked the village.

Ashkan joined the army in a fit of rage, and was particularly murderous in battle, and the rebels who died under his command were particularly miserable.

Due to Ashkan's repeated military exploits, rapid improvement in combat effectiveness, and good brain, after more than ten years of military career, he slowly became a regiment commander from an ordinary soldier.

Although he is now the head of the regiment, his hatred for the rebels has not diminished for a moment, so the men and horses under his command have never left a living mouth to fight the rebels, so he has also earned the nickname of the killer monkey.

Soon, the dense artillery sound gradually stopped, and more than 40 Carral-type main battle tanks developed by Country Y advanced forward with the sound of "rumble".

A short, fat, big-eared colonel was holding a telescope and observing the situation at the city gates.

"Hey, the rebel army seems to be very weak in counterattacking? Tanks and hoplites were pushed up, but only sporadic gunfire rang out. Beside the stocky colonel, a young major muttered.

"Hmph, no matter what tricks the enemy plays, blast the city gate open for me first, and then go in." The stocky colonel said roughly.

The short colonel who spoke was the commander of the 15th Heavy Infantry Regiment known as the pig's head, Prady, of course, the nickname of this pig's head was only Colonel Ibrahimi, who was arrogant and had a background, dared to call it, and if others called it and were heard by Prady, it would be immortal and would have to be peeled off.

Prady, a horseman from a horse farm, is an upright but rough man, and he is secretly retaliated against by the owner of the horse farm because he is not used to seeing the owner of the horse farm take advantage of a farmer's wife and daughter.

However, he was born with strong combat power, but did not die under the assassination of more than 30 assassins, but killed the assassin cleanly, and then he rushed into the horse farm owner's house with his wounded body, and killed the horse farm owner who was drinking and having fun on the spot.

Afterwards, he should have been sentenced to be hanged, but he was accidentally taken by Colonel Farozan, then commander of the 15th Heavy Infantry Regiment.

After a series of covert operations and arrangements, Prady was secretly stolen from the prison, escaped from prison, and became Farozan's right-hand man.

Over time, Prady rose through the ranks through his heroic performance on the battlefield, eventually replacing Farozan's position as commander of the 15th Heavy Infantry Regiment, while his benefactor and teacher had been promoted to major general and division commander.

Although Prady was trained by Farozan, he was very different from his teacher in the way he commanded the troops, Farozan was an old man who fought every step of the way, but his student Prady liked to open and close and believed in the creed of one force to reduce the ten.

No, Prady now believes that relying on the superior weapons of the enemy and the combat effectiveness of the strongmen, no matter what tricks the rebel army has in the city, it is enough to blast open the city gate and defeat it directly.

"Let your tank battalion lean in and blast the gates open. The remaining two infantry battalions coordinated the breakthrough of the light cavalry battalion of the 8th mixed regiment. Prady ordered the major.

"Boom, boom!" More than 40 Carral-type main battle tanks concentrated their fire on the city gates with almost no interference.

As more and more shells rained down, the heavy gate finally broke through a large hole and collapsed.

"Give it to me!" Watching the city gates fall, a battalion commander of an infantry major shouted.

The cavalry of the light cavalry battalion of the 8th mixed regiment had already swept diagonally past the tank positions and were the first to rush into the city gates. Colonel Ibrahimi's 10th Assault Regiment was not slow either, and as soon as the light cavalry battalion entered the city gates, it rushed in with the rest of the 8th Mixed Regiment. Finally, two infantry battalions of the 15th Heavy Infantry Regiment followed behind the tanks and advanced.

Obviously, although the commanders of the three regiments have their own contradictions, as the ace regiments under their respective divisions, they advance and retreat to a certain extent, coordinate with each other, and cooperate quite well.

However, as soon as they entered the town, the three regiments of the government army found that the streets of the city were empty, except that the roads were littered with fences and obstacles.

"Hmph, do you want to engage in street fighting?" Colonel Ibrahimi, who had just entered the city, scoffed.

The enemy abandoned the city and defended it, apparently preparing to wreak havoc on the government troops in street fighting, but the three regiments, which had the superior armament, were not at all worried.

If you want to fight street fighting, then try it, the commanders of the three regiments are full of confidence.

Due to too many obstacles on the ground, the cavalry battalion, which was the first to rush in, had to slow down.

Just as the cavalry battalion had just slowed down, a dense crowd of guns suddenly appeared near the inner corners of the surrounding buildings.

"Attention to all the cavalry battalions, dismount to defend against the enemy." Seeing that there was an ambush on both sides of the street, the commander of the light cavalry battalion ordered.

"Tubu!"

Before the cavalry battalion soldiers dismounted, the enemy in ambush on both sides began to shoot wildly. For a time, rifles, submachine guns, and heavy machine guns made loud noises, accompanied by the roar of grenades from time to time.

"Poof, poof, poof!"

The soldiers of the cavalry battalion who had no time to react fell to the ground one after another, some were shot in the head as soon as they pulled their horses, and some were shot through the chest in the air just as they were about to dismount.

The worst thing was that a cavalry squad at the corner of the street, because it was too late to turn around, was instantly beaten into a sieve by a heavy machine gun.

The leader of the cavalry squad fell covered in blood, and one foot was still stuck in the stirrup and dragged forward by the horse.

After more than 20 casualties in an instant, the cavalry battalion finally stabilized its position and began to counterattack. Many of the cavalry used horses as cover to shoot at the enemy on both sides, and some reckless young soldiers even tried to jump over obstacles on horseback, but were killed one by one as moving targets.

The cavalry battalion and the rebels hiding in bunkers quickly engaged in a fierce battle, but because they were flanked by the enemy on both sides and had no good cover, the battle was very passive, and in just a few minutes, nearly twenty more soldiers were killed.

On the other hand, the rebels have been planning for a long time and have the corners of buildings as cover, so there are far fewer casualties in the course of the fighting.

"Ashkan, let your light cavalry battalion retreat, if you continue like this, your cavalry battalion will become a living target, or let Prady's hoplites go up." Colonel Ibrahimi looked at the battle situation in front of him and said in a deep voice.

Although the three forward regiments each have their own subordinates and have direct command from the division headquarters, the division headquarters secretly instructed that in case of emergency, Colonel Ibrahimi would carry out unified dispatch.

"Hmph, order the light cavalry battalion to retreat, pay attention to cross-cover." Ashkan was unhappy with Colonel Ibrahimi's commanding tone, but he had to admit that the situation was unfavorable for the cavalry battalion.

The cavalry battalion is Ashkan's baby bump, in his opinion, the soldiers of the cavalry battalion are baby bumps, the horses are baby bumps, and even the saber is a baby bump in Ashkan's eyes.

Not to mention, in a region like the Middle East, where deserts and plains are dominant, cavalry is sometimes even more mobile than mechanized troops.

Ashkan's light cavalry battalion, once taking advantage of the mobility of cavalry while fighting with its neighbors, routed an infantry regiment of a neighboring country and destroyed two artillery battalions in one fell swoop.

At this time, looking at the cavalry battalion that had dropped nearly fifty corpses and retreated, his heart hurt as if he was cutting with a knife.

"Attention of all the 15th Heavy Infantry Regiment, the first tank company is in front of the road, and the two infantry battalions each have two companies on both sides to cover the front, and once the enemy heavy weapons are found, I will concentrate my firepower to kill it first." Colonel Prady stepped forward majestically, and he wanted to show his two colleagues what it meant to be crushed.

With a "rumble", ten Carral-type main battle tanks pushed through the obstacles all the way and slowly moved forward. The hoplites, who were hiding behind the tanks on both sides, began to use their weapons superiority to clear out the enemy's heavy fire strongholds that were threatening.

"Boom", a shell hit a heavy machine gun stronghold at a 45-degree oblique angle in front, and the powerful explosive force blew up the cement wall of the bunker to pieces, and the heavy gun immediately fell silent, and the two rebel soldiers hiding inside were scorched black and killed on the spot, and the rest of the rebel soldiers in the bunker jumped out of the bunker and fled in all directions, but were killed by the coarse-caliber machine guns on the tank.

"The ninth point of fire!" Colonel Prady observed the battle ahead with a telescope, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of pride.

Yes, his 15th Heavy Infantry Regiment has pulled out nine heavy machine gun fire points, and now as long as the enemy's heavy fire points dare to show their heads, his hoplites and heavy machine gunners on the tank will rely on the superiority of weapons to suppress the opponent's firepower, and then the tank's main gun will be reoriented and fire one or two shells to eliminate the fire point.

"Look at how proud you are!" Looking at the sour Ashkan sour tunnel that is not a taste from the sidelines.

"Why Ashkan, are you not convinced? If you don't accept it, you can let your cavalry battalion go up again! See how many ponytails are left? Prady no longer concealed his smugness, and lowered his head to look down at the lean and short Ashkan.

"You? Hum! Ashkan was momentarily angry, and he didn't turn his head away and ignored Prady.

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