Eisenhower did not respond immediately to the peace signal released by Yang Feng, because at this time, the Great War of Buraidah was in full swing, and the two sides invested more than 100,000 troops in this battlefield, and the US army alone exceeded 20,000.

Since he is not in a hurry, then Yang Feng is certainly not in a hurry, and Yang Yuan also wants to see what the results of the Ming army and the American army will be in such a large-scale battle.

The southern city of Buraidah.

On the verdant desert oasis, M60 tanks crushed the sparse grass, under the date palm trees, a cannon roared from time to time, the whistle of cannonballs pierced the sky, huge explosions continued to sound, the flames destroyed life at the same time, but also destroyed the precious vegetation here, those old and weak women and children of Najd who did not have time to escape, hid in their low huts in terror and shivered, looking at the steel monsters driving outside.

It was a fully recharged 4th Mechanized Infantry Division, reinforced by an armored brigade of nearly 500 main battle tanks, with the goal of breaking through the Hejaz Army's blocking lines and opening a supply route to Buraidah.

But alas, once again, they encountered a formidable opponent.

An armored brigade and an infantry brigade of the Ming army were waiting for them here, and the largest tank battle of the Third Middle East War began.

Six armored battalions of the Ming army fought against eight armored battalions of the US army, and nearly 800 tanks from fourteen battalions fought together on the entire battlefield, and all of them were the most advanced tanks, Leopard vs. M60. The most powerful ground attack force of the Ming army against the most powerful ground attack force of the US army.

But it was clear that the U.S. military was still being pressed and fought in this battle. The open terrain allowed the Leopard to maximize the distance from the engagement. The latest ballistic computers, laser rangefinders, and long-rod tail stabilized armor-piercing shells allow them to easily hit the M60 tank from nearly two kilometers away, and then penetrate its homogeneous armor steel plates, like a sniper with a big gun.

But the early base version of the M60 didn't have that many good things, and although all the high-tech on the Leopard tank was actually standard on the M60, the Natama was the later M60A2 or even the A3. The basic version of the M60 does not even have double stability, the rangefinder is still a composite type, the fire control is still a mechanical computer, and even the simulated one is only available after the M60A1, so that the two tanks with a gap of at least fifteen years or more In such the most standard tank battlefield, it is needless to say who is the winner.

What's more, the M60 still has a huge gap with the Leopard in terms of maneuverability, and the fastest road speed of the former is about the same as the off-road speed of the latter.

On the empty desert oasis, Leopard tanks rumbled in, firing constantly as they went, and high-speed tungsten alloy armor-piercing shells pierced the air with extreme speed. Accurately hit one M60 tank after another and turn it into a burning iron coffin.

Only the vertical M60 has to speed down to turtle speed. Then this can fire at the opponent, the decline in long-range shooting accuracy, so that their hit rate drops significantly, and even if it hits, as long as it does not hit some special parts, the short-stick armor-piercing projectile cannot penetrate the Leopard tank under the quadruple protection of gap armor, explosive reactive armor, composite armor module, basic armor, etc., especially those composite armor modules, which themselves are already more than two hundred millimeters thick, that is, it is unknown whether the 105 cannon can penetrate at a long distance with a long-rod armor-piercing projectile.

Such a battle made Abrams feel hopeless.

"Inform the Najd, let them go up, and order the tank units to prepare to retreat."

Looking at the columns of smoke rising into the sky on the oasis, the US military commander, who tasted defeat for the second time, said to his chief of staff that the battle is meaningless to him now, and if he continues to fight, it will be in vain to let more US soldiers die, not to mention that this is not a battle to defend the homeland and the country, and it is not worth making more US soldiers pay for their lives purely for the interests of oil companies.

"In five years, unless we use nuclear bombs, it would be better to avoid fighting the Ming army on the land battlefield."

Then he said.

His chief of staff turned gloomily and gave the order.

Two minutes later, in a valley not far from the battlefield, His Royal Highness a certain prince of the Kingdom of Najd looked at the American military adviser who turned to leave with disdain, and then waved behind him, shouting with pride: "Brothers, it's our turn to play, let the world see, not only Shiites can fight, we can also sacrifice our lives for the faith, warriors of Najd, rush with me!" ”

Then he suddenly twisted the accelerator and sat down......

Uh, motorcycles, and it's also a motorcycle made in Daming.

Behind him are countless motorcycles of various brands, from the Cheetah motorcycle produced in the Ming Dynasty to the Harley of the United States, and even the BMW of West Germany, the Norton of Britain, and the three guns, all of which converge into a torrent of motorcycles like the army of Xinhua migrant workers forty years later, rushing up in the roar of various engines, and on each motorcycle, in addition to the rider, there is also a shooter with a bazooka on his shoulder, and both the rider and the shooter are strapped with explosives.

Well, this is the dying throes of the Najd, who already have no other way to defeat the enemy.

"Damn? When did the rice people ambush reinforcements? ”

Ding Feng, the commander of the Sixth Army, who was personally commanding the battle on the battlefield, was startled by the sudden appearance of sand and dust on the flanks, such a big battle is also rare for the generals of the Ming army, although as the commander of the group army, he does not need to go out in person, but he still can't help but watch the battle on the spot......

"At least one armored brigade."

The commander of the 6th Armored Brigade beside him said with a solemn expression.

"Send out the reconnaissance plane!"

Ding Feng said immediately.

The two Little Bird helicopters immediately took off, flew at an altitude of ten meters on the ground to avoid the tracking of the US military HUOK missile system, and then flew directly to the dust created by the Najd motorcycle army, and soon they brought back the real situation, looking at the tide of colorful motorcycles in the photo, Ding Feng's jaw was about to hit the ground.

"This Tama is crazier than the Sheng warriors, they don't think these motorcycles can fight our tanks, do they?"

The commander of the 6th armored brigade said dumbfounded.

Immediately after that, the two glanced at each other, and couldn't help laughing, and after laughing, Ding Feng said: "Transfer the two machine infantry battalions over, and quickly send these flies away." ”

"Jibu Battalion? No, I think the anti-aircraft battalion is more suitable for them. ”

The commander of the Sixth Armored Brigade said sinisterly.

Well, after receiving the order, the two air defense battalions of the Ming army, which had been idle, immediately started with thirty-six of the latest Cheetah self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, and went straight to the motorcycle army of the Najd people with 35 mm anti-aircraft guns, the latter did not know that the terrifying killing god was unfolding in front of them, and the Najd warriors with scriptures wore white robes, with the belief of victory under the personal leadership of His Royal Highness the Prince, and the Cheetahs lined up appeared in their sight after ten minutes.

"Rush, warriors of Najd, go blow up these invaders!"

His Royal Highness shouted, but no one heard him shouting, and the Najd warriors, as if they were still riding camels in nomadic times, rushed in chaos and disorder towards the cheetahs four kilometers away, ready to destroy these strange chariots with the bazookas they carried on their shoulders. They didn't even notice that a group of Cobra helicopters flying at an altitude of more than ten meters were approaching on each of their wings, and they also didn't notice that the muzzles of the seventy-two 35-mm anti-aircraft guns on the opposite side were being depressed, and the shells with trigger fuses inside the turret were ready to fire at any time.

When the distance between the two sides was less than three thousand meters, and almost all the motorcycles were in range, the commander gave the order to open fire in a Cheetah self-propelled anti-aircraft cannon, and then a continuous and short firing sounded, and the rate of fire of hundreds of rounds per minute instantly pulled out a long whip of fire in front of the muzzle, and slammed it into the middle of the Najd warriors.

After the shells hit the body, they were beaten into a splash of flesh before they even had time to explode, and then they exploded in the back, harvesting more lives with shrapnel, although the Najd people dispersed their charging formation to the maximum, but the effective range of the 35mm anti-aircraft gun of four kilometers made all the motorized troops who entered this range completely fall into the trap of firepower, even if they did not hit the front, they could still hit the back, and the cheetahs that continued to fire with forty rounds were like meat grinders, Constantly grinding the Najd people into splatters of flesh.

As for His Royal Highness, he was directly hit by a shell at the very first moment, more than 1,300 meters per second, comparable to the speed of a 105 mm tank gun, giving this shell weighing more than 300 grams a powerful kinetic energy, instantly making him and the upper half of the body of the shooter behind him directly evaporate.

The remnants of the Najd warriors were dumbfounded, and this ferocious attack immediately destroyed their struggle, and then they turned around like startled flies and fled in all directions in confusion.

But it's a pity that on the dozens of Cobra helicopters that have already reached their wings, a twenty-millimeter three-barreled cannon opens fire one after another, and even the 12.7 millimeter six-barreled Vulcan guns suspended under the short wings on both sides have joined the ranks of the Tu killing, and the Najd people who tried to escape were shattered without any suspense under these terrifying air death strikes, while the cheetahs at this time were still firing, and the carrying capacity of 680 shells per vehicle could provide them with at least a minute of continuous shooting, and they had enough ammunition.

Thirty-six Cheetah self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, forty-eight Cobra helicopters, thus forming a triangular fire trap, and in the middle of the trap were five thousand last elite of Najd, the most loyal soldiers of the Najd royal family, and the most devout believers of the Hawabi faction.

And then they turned into the strange blood red that covered the desert. (To be continued.) )