Local time, four a.m. the next day.

Taking advantage of the last darkness of the night, when the spirit was the most sleepy and the sleep was the most solid before dawn, the Lokaha rebels once again launched a new round of onslaught against the official Tanzanian forces!

"Boom, boom!"

In an instant, the roar of artillery resounded across the land!

As one of the closest African countries to China, Tanzania has received a lot of weapons and equipment from China in the past two decades, including Type 59 tanks, J-7 fighters, 107 rocket launchers, and many other types of artillery.

And during the Great Patriotic War with Uganda, the Tanzanian troops already had the ability to fight with infantry and artillery, and it was precisely because of this that they were able to defeat Uganda with the support of Villa and Kadazzo, and complete the counteroffensive and garrison.

Therefore, whether it is the Lokaha rebels or the official army of Tanzania, the combat effectiveness is actually remarkable, far from the kind of faith shooting that other African countries can match.

It's a pity that after the rebellion of the two generals and such a long battle, the weapons of the official Tanzanian troops are consumed very quickly, the heavy firepower is very lacking, and as for the fighters and the like, there is little left, and the ammunition is also very lacking, and it can only take off to intercept the air, but cannot bomb the ground.

As for the Lokaha rebels, because of the loss of the port, they could not quickly obtain supplies from the Soviet side, and the number of heavy weapons was also stretched, so they could not gain a crushing advantage in equipment.

All in all, the combat skills and will to fight on both sides are remarkable, but they lack sufficient heavy firepower, so they can only rely on human lives to fill it, and the entire combat area has become a big mill of flesh and blood.

"Fire! Fire! ”

"Boom, boom!"

"Aim at their firing point and fire!"

"Cross cover! Charge! ”

"Ahh Damn it! I got shot in the knee! ”

"Hurry, hurry! Avoid! Avoid! ”

In the dark environment, where only a blurry picture could be seen with the naked eye, the battle instantly entered a blazing state, and although the Tanzanian official forces belonged to the side that was attacked, they reacted quickly and quickly contained the charge of the Lokaha rebels.

And with the dazzling explosions and tracer bullets, the flickering light and darkness made the soldiers' visual effect further reduced, and the scene was chaotic!

The war continued, roaring artillery, roaring machine guns, and flickering rifles were harvesting each other's soldiers' lives, and finally when the sky was white, with the sound of "doo" military horns, the Lokaha rebels withdrew!

As the sun rose, there was nothing to be seen in the whole area related to the early morning and life, except for the smoke and blood, tattered corpses, wailing soldiers, and burning wreckage.

On the position, the corps commander walked in the trenches, and everywhere he could see wounded and bandaged soldiers, as well as wounded soldiers lying on stretchers with missing arms and legs, perhaps waiting for death, at that moment he couldn't help but curse:

"Damn rebels! What about our casualties? ”

Hearing the voice of the regiment commander, the black officer next to him, whose face was covered with gunpowder smoke and dust, hurriedly said:

"More than 200 were killed and more than 500 wounded."

"The enemy has lost at least two to three times as many casualties as ours, and they have gone mad."

"Don't charge for your life, the Warlord is behind, and those who dare to escape will be shot directly, they are really crazy!"

Accompanied by the officer's voice, the corps commander tried his best to hold his hand to suppress the faint trembling, now the entire northern legion, all in this line of resistance, such a long time, the number of dead has been too much, the corps commander is very afraid, at a certain moment, suddenly the soldiers will completely collapse, and even point their guns at themselves!

"It's inevitable, they're already lions in a cage, in their final fight."

"They don't have ports, they don't have food, they don't have follow-up supplies, and if the fighting continues, it will probably only take three months, no! Maybe it will only take two months, and they will naturally rout. ”

"Victory must be ours!"

Then he panicked, but the commander said so, his voice raised slightly, to calm the soldiers who were groaning in pain in the trenches.

After a few moments, the commander of the regiment inspected the position, briefly calmed the soldiers, and returned to the headquarters position, which was actually a large tent in a small valley.

"Did our scouts send out?"

"Did you find anything?"

As soon as he entered the tent, the regimental commander asked his deputy, who nodded and said:

"It has been dispatched, and there is no news yet, and the situation is unknown."

"But there's no bad news, that's the best good news."

Hearing what the deputy said, the legion commander sighed and nodded, then lowered his voice and asked:

"Is the retreat route ready? Have you ever scouted it? ”

"Is there no problem?"

The deputy looked carefully to the left and right, and then lowered his voice and said:

"It's been investigated, and there's absolutely no problem."

"As long as you can get out of this area, the rebels will definitely not be able to catch up!"

Hearing this, the corps commander couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, now the enemy is attacking very fiercely, and the support troops are far away, no one knows how long this defense line can last, let alone when the soldiers will collapse, and then the whole line will be defeated.

Although he cannot surrender, the commander of the legion will definitely not sit still and die here.

So he is currently preparing with two hands, one is through the scouts, trying to reconnoiter the situation behind the defensive line, the area controlled by the rebels, if he can find the enemy's headquarters, then this war can still be fought, the strategy of interspersed tactics, the commander of the corps is very clear.

The frontal battlefield is a meat grinder, and since you can't afford it on your side, the best way is to find a way to catch the enemy off guard.

This is also the only thing that the corps commander can do in the eyes of the corps commander, and other possibilities to turn defeat into victory all need support, but now the Ministry of Defense is under great pressure, and the state of third-line operations, whether it is manpower or weapons, is difficult to support.

But in any case, this first-hand preparation is the last effort made by the corps commander, and it is not yet known whether it will succeed or not.

Second-hand preparation, that's easy.

On the one hand, it is to prevent the battalion from roaring, and the collapsed soldiers lead to the rout of the whole line, and then the unknown command is impacted, and finally he is killed by his subordinates, on the other hand, of course, in case a similar situation occurs, whether it is the collapse of the soldiers or the enemy is too strong, and finally comes to the road of rout, the corps commander also designed a retreat plan, and slipped away!

Of course, if it is really defeated, then Tanzania will be over nine times out of ten, after all, stepping on the defense line of the Northern Army, behind it is a flat river, it is difficult to resist and block, and the rebels can directly advance to the northern suburbs of the capital Dodoma.

So if you slip away, it is stupid to withdraw the Dodoma, so the commander-in-chief has already figured it out, and if it is really a rout, then run to the sea, and then leave directly by boat and go to exile in another country.

But anyway.

The legion commander didn't want to come to this point, after all, he stayed in Tanzania, he was a high-powered legion leader, and he was exiled abroad, so at most he was a rich man with a little money!

"Report!"

At this moment, suddenly there was a report from outside.

Then I saw a herald running in and said quickly:

"Report! Scouting news is back! ”

"They discovered the enemy's front-line command and even saw Prince Ratton! The figure of that traitor in Ratton! ”

In an instant, a look of surprise appeared on the faces of the corps commander and deputy present!

The so-called Prince Raton is the eldest son of General Lokaha, and his most important son, one of the top leaders of the rebels, after General Lokaha declared independence and established the country, his son became a prince.

"If we can raid the Command and kill Raton"

The deputy couldn't help but let out a low roar, while the legion leader frowned slightly, and then asked:

"What about the location? Where is the Command located? ”

To this question, the herald hurried to the map, pointed to a spot, and said:

"In this, it's about seventeen kilometers from us."

"The location is very hidden, there are many guards around, and the scouts don't dare to get too close, they have retreated, waiting for further orders."

Hearing this, the commander of the army couldn't help but glance at his deputy, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

It's only 17 kilometers, but now, it has become an unbridgeable chasm!

If it was a year ago, the Tanzanian troops could have used fighter jets to bomb such targets, but now the Tanzanian fighters are almost completely lost, and they simply cannot take off for effective support.

And there is simply no large-caliber heavy artillery with a firing range of up to seventeen km.

"Then the only solution is to infiltrate and raid."

Finally, the legion commander sighed and said, and the deputy also nodded, and at the same time said firmly:

"But in any case, this goal is worth the risk."

"If it succeeds, then we can breathe a sigh of relief!"

The Legion Commander nodded in agreement with this statement, and then went to prepare for the infiltration and raid of the troops.

Meanwhile.

Just seventeen kilometers away is the front command of the rebels in Lokaha.

I saw that in the grove behind this hillside, there was a large continuous tent, and various shacks made of branches and leaves, in which a large number of soldiers lived, and in the middle area, there were semi-underground fortifications, which were the front headquarters.

"Your Royal Highness, give me another week, and we will kill them, their soldiers have no fighting spirit!"

"The final result is either surrender or rout!"

"There will be no other results!"

"And you should get out of here quickly, it's not close to the front line, but it's not safe either!"

At this moment, in the semi-underground headquarters, I saw a colonel who was dark and strong and still wearing the official military uniform of Tanzania, and said to a middle-aged man wearing a different military uniform, and this middle-aged man was the eldest son of General Lokaha, Raton.

The reason why the military uniforms worn by the two are not of the same type is very simple, for the vast majority of officers and soldiers, they have just rebelled and have not had time to change into new military uniforms, so they can only use the orange cloth strips sewn on the cuffs as a distinction, but as a middle-aged man of the "big prince", he naturally changed into a new military uniform of the "new country".

"It's been too long, we don't have that much time."

"And the commander on the other side is Kale, he has a deep conflict with His Majesty, so he will definitely not take the initiative to surrender, unless he is killed by his men."

"Although they have suffered heavy losses, our losses are not small, the supplies supported by the Soviet Union cannot reach the port, and we urgently need supplies!"

"As for my safety? Hum! They don't have what it takes to fight here yet! ”

"Besides, as a prince, I naturally want to lead my soldiers to fight on the front line and give them the greatest support!"

The so-called His Majesty in the mouth of the Grand Prince of Raton is naturally General Lokaha, he looked at the map in front of him, shook his head and said this, while his expression was quite arrogant, and then turned to look at the colonel and said:

"Pass my orders and continue to attack enemy positions at all costs."

"They must be put under maximum pressure to force them to engage in infighting, either to kill the Legion Commander Kale and surrender, or to simply rout, we can't wait any longer!"

"And I'm here to press the formation, waiting for the final victory!"

Finally, Grand Prince Raton said, and there was a sense of oppression in his voice that could not be denied.

Although he is now called a prince by everyone, he is not satisfied with this title, or rather not satisfied, he prefers that he will soon be called Prime Minister, or even His Majesty!

And in order to achieve this goal, the most urgent need at present is to defeat the northern corps, then obtain access to the sea from the left flank, get supplies for support, and at the same time move south step by step, besieging the capital Dodoma!

As long as Dodoma is taken, then it can replace the orthodox status of Tanzania, and the son of Baduk has nothing to fear, although they have completely fallen to the United States, but they are located in the landlocked and it is difficult to get support!

And at present, although General Lokaha has proclaimed himself king, he has not been recognized by the international community, which is an important flaw!

"Your Royal Highness, if you do this, the casualties will be very large!"

"And I can immediately attack the enemy according to your orders, but for your safety, please retreat from here immediately!"

Faced with this order of the eldest prince, the colonel hesitated for a moment and said, while the eldest prince said indifferently:

"How can there be no casualties if you want to succeed?"

"The necessary casualties are the strongest foundation for victory, leave me alone, go ahead!"

This time, the colonel didn't dare to say anything, nodded and went to arrange the battle, and then near the battle line, the flames of war were ignited again!

From eight o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the afternoon, the war continued.

The constant attacks of the Lokaha rebels have even torn a crack several times, but they are still repulsed and blocked, and the commander of the regiment has already sent out an infiltration force, and he even risked his risk to come to the rear of a battle line to encourage the soldiers.

But by four o'clock in the afternoon, the whole front was already shaky!

"They're crazy, there's no chance, get ready to retreat!"

Inside the blockaded headquarters, the legion commander with a tired and smoked face sighed and said this to his deputy, and then just as he finished speaking, suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside!

"Report! Report! Support has arrived! Support has arrived! ”

At that moment, a glint of hope appeared on the face of the corps commander again, and he hurriedly asked:

"How many troops? Hurry! Order them on top! ”

"Rotate the front army for a break!"

Unexpectedly, the herald shook his head and said:

"There were less than a thousand of them, but they brought new weapons."

"Rockets!"

Hearing this, the legion commander's expression froze, and the brilliance on his face gradually faded, less than a thousand people plus some rockets, what effect can it have?

But even so, he nodded and said:

"Go out and have a look!"

Just a moment after he left the tent, a rumbling truck drove by, and then under his gaze, the soldiers wrote one crate after another from the truck, and when the crates were opened, the regimental commander was stunned!

"Rockets? Is this a rocket? Isn't it some kind of missile? ”

"How many? How many are there? What is the range? ”

"Are there any other weapons?"

Looking at the steel tube rockets in the crate, the regiment commander couldn't help but ask rhetorically, and the officer in charge of escorting the goods hurriedly said:

"Report to the corps commander, there are five hundred rounds of heavy mortars."

"200 rounds of rocket artillery, and this is only the first batch of supplies today, and there will be more to come!"

"The effective range is fifteen kilometers, and the maximum range is twenty kilometers!"

Hearing this, the corps commander couldn't hold back any longer, a plan had already appeared in his mind, and he waved his hand with excitement on his face and said:

"Quick! Fast! Transport the rocket artillery to the top of the hill over there. ”

"Aim at their headquarters and hit me!"

With the order of the corps commander, everyone was busy in an instant, and after a while, five rocket launchers with forty rounds were already standing on the small peak of a platform, where the view was excellent, and there was a certain height difference, which could increase the range!

"Fire!"

At that moment, the legion commander waved his hand arrogantly and shouted!