"Boom boom boom..."
Little Jafari, who was riding his bicycle to deliver letters door-to-door in the city of Mehran, heard the deafening explosion. He immediately followed Uncle Samir's instructions and left the bicycle behind, running like crazy into the street. Behind the flower bed, he cautiously looked in the direction of the explosion.
"Uncle Samir..."
Even though he couldn't see the situation in the distant positions through the tall buildings, little Jafari had already expected that his uncle Samir might have died gloriously in battle.
"Hey, young man, what are you doing here?"
A strong big hand pressed on Jafari's shoulder, lifted the thin man from the ground through his clothes and let go. When Jafari looked back, he saw a warrior from the Renaissance Front who looked like a super soldier in the movie.
In this unusually cold winter, this soldier only wore a simple camouflage tactical vest and a thin body armor. His exposed strong muscles had some bulging veins due to long-term exercise. Even so, Jafari felt that his thighs were not as thick as the arms of the man in front of him.
The machine gun bullet chain wrapped around his chest and the heavy machine gun held in the hands of the soldiers made him look like a god of war descending from the earth. Especially the two individual anti-tank missiles on his back proved this - this man was by no means idle. People, if you don't hug your thighs now, how long will it take?
Jaafari, who had lost his loved one, stood up straight quickly, saluted a non-standard military salute and shouted loudly: "Sina Jafari is reporting to you, sir!"
"you?"
Glancing at the thin civilian boy in front of him with some suspicion, Izzat raised his hand and pinched Jafari's face, then asked with a smile: "Are you a recruit too? Where is your commander?"
"Reporting to the commander! My commander is Ibrahim Samir who is stationed in the suburban position. He..."
Thinking of the explosions just now, tears suddenly filled Jafari's eyes. The kind image of Uncle Samir stroking his mustache seemed to still be in front of him, making Jafari, who had just realized that he was alone, choked up and speechless.
Izzat held the machine gun with one hand, patted Jafari's shoulder with the other hand, and asked seriously without much comfort: "Tell me, Jafari. Do you really want to take up arms? Become a glorious holy warrior?”
Jaafari responded in the affirmative without hesitation, but the undelivered letter in his arms made him look a little nervous.
After learning about Jafari's mission and responsibilities, Izzat did not force him to leave with him now. Instead, Izzat took an AK from a group of passing soldiers and took it out of the small bullet bag on his waist. He stuffed five gas-explosion bullets into Jafari's hands and told him not to use them until critical moments.
"This is?"
Jaafari, who had never seen an air blast bullet, was a little confused by the sci-fi appearance of these little guys and didn't know how to ask about their purpose.
Izzat saw Jafari's confusion and replied with a somewhat self-deprecating smile: "We bought this from the enemy of our enemy, you see."
He pointed at the clearly visible red five-pointed star on the primer of the bullet, which proved the source of this air-explosion bullet - the Star Group. Only they are obsessed with marking any weapon, regardless of what others think.
It would be great if he had such strength, Jafari couldn't help but think.
Izzat shook the bullet bag and estimated that there were more than twenty gas-explosion bullets in it, which could barely destroy an enhanced version of Armadanai's Zoey.
That's right, all frontline combatants, including Izzat, knew that the opponents they faced this time were completely different from the fragile robots in the past.
Each Zoey wrapped in full-body armor is like a mobile fortress that never tires - as long as their energy supply and central processor are not destroyed, they can use the electromagnetic weapons in their hands until the barrel is scrapped.
The companions who voluntarily stayed in the wilderness to ambush paid a bloody price for obtaining this information - the death of more than two hundred people did not cause Armadanai to really lose even one Drow.
As for the Sabretooth Tiger tank?
Nasser never thought about destroying them from the beginning. The only way was to use a steady stream of human lives to hold back these steel monsters and make them trapped in the urban war and unable to extricate themselves.
If the Stars Group had not transported a batch of approximately 100,000 air-blast bullets and hundreds of boxes of usable individual anti-tank missiles to the Renaissance Front through secret channels, perhaps the fearless jihadists would not have known what to do. .
"Go and complete the mission assigned to you by the commander, kid! Lend me this bicycle!"
Izzat waved his hand to say goodbye to the green-faced boy at the end. As he rode away on his bicycle, he shouted loudly: "When the letter is delivered, come to me on Sixth Street. If you see anyone, tell me to find Second Lieutenant Izzat." !”
"Yes, sir!"
After saluting Izzat, who was drifting away from his sight, Jaafari continued running around holding an AK in one hand and clutching the family letters of the deceased soldiers in the other.
Even if he breaks his own legs, he still has to deliver every letter to its destination.
...
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!"
The gray-haired Nasser was like a furious lion. After sweeping away the pile of debris on the table with both hands, he calmed down a little. He held up the snow-white paper with slightly trembling hands. On it were his trusted subordinates. Statistics of casualties and battle process.
In fact, apart from the dazzling casualty figures, there was little in the way of combat. If I had to say yes, it would only be a short sentence.
"The positions on the western outskirts of Mehran were bombarded by eight thermobaric missiles at the same time, resulting in the loss of about 4,000 people."
Nasser bent down in frustration, staring at the ground with his bloodshot eyes.
He knew that setting up defenses in an uninhabited and flat wilderness was extremely foolish, but he had to confirm the performance, data, etc. of the opponent's technical equipment before all the enemy troops poured into the city, so as to prepare for the upcoming urban street battle.
And all this requires testing life as fuel in a furnace.
As he wished, he estimated the combat effectiveness of the equipment invested by Armadanai Company this time. For this reason, the two fully loaded infantry regiments were wiped out on the position without firing a single bullet, and it only took two or three days to build the equipment. He put up simple fortifications and entered the so-called oasis kingdom he made up.
Even after receiving the news, the defenders on the other two sides of Mehran began to retreat from the fortifications, but most of them were still affected by the huge killing range of the thermobaric missiles and suffered heavy losses.
The terrible lethality not only tore open the defense line of the Renaissance Front, but also greatly shook the soldiers' belief in fighting to the end.
Just like mortals cannot resist natural disasters, the Oasis Kingdom cannot protect their lives in the face of the rolling torrent of steel.
The real battle has not yet begun, and the Renaissance Front lost the first round.
Nasser's gaze slowly turned cold as he looked at the rough cement floor. He felt the long-lost anger begin to burn in his heart, just like when he was betrayed by his former superior. He was so angry that he couldn't even notice the anger itself. .
Calling his confidants waiting at the door of the office, Nasser issued his most infamous order in the war.
"This is a total war!"
"Civilians! We must make good use of every civilian!"
"Let our holy warriors hide in or around civilians' homes as much as possible, and see if these capitalists dare to use thermobaric bombs to bomb civilians!"
It felt as if the anger in his heart was released because of the inhumane order. The anti-human dark side in Nasser's heart was completely inspired by the huge casualty figures.
It no longer mattered whether he won or not. He didn't care how many lives were lost as long as the Armadanai Company could not achieve their goals.
Just like a person would not care about adding firewood to a stove, Nasser at this time just wanted to let the fire of battle from hell burn forever.
As for those advanced weapons that are like empty promises?
To hell with it!
