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Chapter 536 A Swift Victory! (Third Update!)

After Muya finished speaking, the thousands of tribal warriors who had gathered in front of them all raised their right hands and shouted:

"Kill the Saudis! Kill the Saudis!"

As the deafening roar subsided, Muya stood at the front, raised his AK-47, pulled back the bolt forcefully, and then shouted:
"set off!"

Yemen shares a long border with Saudi Arabia, but its border with Houthi-controlled areas is short and much of it is in mountainous regions.

The mountain roads are rugged and difficult to travel, and many places are completely uninhabited, so there are not many routes that can be taken to attack Saada province.

The first one is the N1 highway, which connects to Highway 15 at the border between Saada province in Yemen and Asir province in the northwest.

The second path, in Najran, is a small road, but it only connects to the mountainous region in the north of Saada province. Moreover, the road is narrow and winding, making it unsuitable for any rapid advance.

They are also easily ambushed.

The third is Highway 556, which connects to Highway N1. This highway winds its way out of the mountains of Saada province and finally connects to Saudi Arabia's National Highway 15 in the desert at the northeastern exit of Saada province.

By blocking these three roads, the Saudi Arabian army can essentially be kept outside Saada province.

If we can slow down their offensive and prevent them from joining forces with the Yemeni government forces, then this counterattack will be almost halfway done.

The next task is to stall them!
Northwest.

Izkar led his men by car and traveled at top speed, reaching the Yemeni-Saudi border in just one hour to meet up with Mohrabad.

It wasn't because he was fast, but because the shortest straight-line distance from Saada to the border was only 46 kilometers, and traveling along the N1 highway was only 50 kilometers.

Along the border, Mohrabad has already found an ambush location. All that's needed is for the armed personnel to be in place, and they can lay in wait to catch those Saudi bastards off guard.

Those bastards have weak fighting spirit. Once they encounter an attack and suffer enough casualties, they will retreat.

Moreover, in previous conflicts, Saudi Arabia and the Houthi rebels did not engage in large-scale warfare; they were all small-scale, narrow-angled clashes.

Those people in Saudi Arabia are definitely still thinking in the same old way.

If a large-scale attack is launched suddenly at this time, they will definitely be caught off guard.

For Mehrabad, the advantage is in my hands!
Once Izkar had everything in place, Mohrabad approached him and handed him the drawing he had made:

“Izkara, I believe you are a qualified soldier, and even more so, a qualified commander.”

"This is the boundary between the slope and the flat ground. On the slope, the enemy will be very vigilant, but here they will relax their guard. What you need to do is hide well and take them down when they are off guard."

"The tunnel over there has been dug!"

"From now on, this war is yours to handle."

"I need to go back to Saada. Compared to these useless people in Saudi Arabia, the government forces in North Yemen are more worthy of our attention!"

"So it's up to you!"

Upon hearing these words, a thought instantly popped into Izkara's mind: that bastard Mohrabad was going to run away.

But then he remembered Muya's words, so he didn't show any dissatisfaction on his face. Instead, he respectfully extended both hands and took the documents into his hands.
“Commander Mahrabad, thank you for your trust. I will show you, Chief Muya, and Allah that I am a qualified warrior and a qualified commander!”

Having handed over the documents, Mohrabad had no reason to stay. He patted Izkara on the shoulder again, turned around, got on his motorcycle, and headed towards Saada.

After he disappeared around the bend, Izkar turned around and looked toward Saudi Arabia, while also studying the documents he had left behind.

Before the data was fully studied, news broke from the Saudi border.

Through the telescope, 12 M60 tanks appeared ahead of the others on the Saudi border.

These 12 tanks appeared on the border line and, without pausing for even half a second, turned their steering wheels and entered Yemen along the N1 highway.

Behind these 12 M60 tanks were infantrymen traveling by car, as well as logistics supply vehicles for these 12 M60 tanks.

There are countless roads, but only one here. With 12 M60 tanks speeding ahead, kicking up clouds of dust, the advancing column stretched out in an endless line.

Izkar put down his binoculars and handed them to the person next to him:

"Uncle Aardman, look at that tank! What kind of tank is that? I don't think I've ever seen one before?"

Aardman, who was of Izkala's uncle's generation, peeked through his binoculars and couldn't help but gasp. Just as Izkala thought the tank was formidable, the man pulled back inside.

"Where did they find this pile of old artifacts?"

"what?"

"The M60 tank was bought by Saudi Arabia from America in the 70s. If you count the time, you should call this tank 'uncle'."

"Huh? Don't they have that Abrams guy?"

"I don't know, but they might be trying to use these scraps to wear down our manpower, so we have to be careful when we fight, the tank might just blow itself up!"

“I understand!” Nodding, Izcarra once again aimed his binoculars at the tanks and began issuing commands:
"First squad, get your rockets ready. We have enough rockets, three squads per tank."

"The moment I fire, your rockets will be launched."

"Reload immediately after firing. If the tank can still move, continue firing. If the tank can no longer move, draw your gun."

"Second squad, you take the vehicles behind! Get ready!"

Meanwhile, Saudi Arabia's 12 tanks slowed down after entering Yemen.

Because the road from Saudi Arabia into Yemen is a combination of downhill and uphill sections, with mountains on both sides, it is easy to be ambushed.

Upon entering this area, the crews of the 12 tanks became more vigilant, with the machine gunners occasionally turning their machine guns and firing a couple of shots at suspicious locations.

After firing two shots and confirming that no one was around, they would point their guns at other places and fire two more shots.

And so, they slowly traversed this most dangerous stretch and climbed to the top of the mountain.

When the clear view reappeared in front of the lead vehicle commander, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then the turret rotated, quickly scanning the surroundings.

Quiet, peaceful.

As the lead vehicle, instruct the driver to stop the vehicle, silently pick up the communication device, and begin calling the vehicles behind:

"The mountaintop was completely silent. Those Yemenis would never have dreamed that we would launch a surprise attack at this time!"

"So, now that this battle is over, what are your plans?"

Before he could finish speaking, dozens of people suddenly appeared from the quiet and peaceful ground he had just been looking at. These dozens of people were all carrying rocket launchers. The moment they appeared, they aimed at their respective tanks and pulled the triggers.

The machine gunners on the tank had been on high alert, but the sudden appearance of these men still startled them.

Their minds went blank; they forgot to pull the trigger, but their training made their bodies react instinctively, their fingers moving faster than their brains, pulling the triggers directly. Both sides pulled the triggers simultaneously; the rockets were fast, but the bullets were even faster.

The 12.7mm bullets from the M85 heavy machine gun tore these men apart in an instant, but their rockets also tore apart the tank beneath the machine gunner almost simultaneously.

With a well-intentioned but unprepared attack, in a single encounter, all 12 of Saudi Arabia's old M60 tanks were destroyed, along with the four-person crew inside each tank.

The first offensive broke out. Izkar ignored the people being torn apart by 12.7mm bullets. He slung his gun over his shoulder, snatched a rocket launcher from a torn-up comrade, grabbed another rocket, and ran while stuffing it into the launcher.

As soon as he put it in, he ran to the side of the road, the rocket launcher popped out, and without aiming, he pulled the trigger directly at the Saudi soldiers on the road below who had heard the commotion and stopped to defend themselves.

Whether you hit the target or not depends entirely on fate.

Fate seemed to be on his side; the rocket he fired at random landed next to a truck transporting fuel.

Fragments from the explosion struck the truck's fuel tank, but there was no explosion or deflagration; only fuel was spraying out.

His companions rushed to the roadside, picked up their guns and rocket launchers, and began to unleash a barrage of firepower down below.

They are at a disadvantage; only by overwhelming the opponent in the first round can they possibly defeat them and force them to withdraw.

They unleashed their firepower from their high vantage point, but the troops below were no pushovers either.

They were simply out of sync with the tanks, but they had received normal military training.

They were only stunned for a few dozen seconds before immediately organizing a counterattack:
"Heavy machine gun, don't hold back your ammunition, unleash a barrage and suppress the enemy."

"Fuel trucks, drive them into the ditch immediately, quick!"

"The rest of you, find cover and fight back!"

"Set up the mortars and launch an immediate counterattack!"

With a leader in command, the Saudi army launched a swift counterattack, its heavy machine guns firing relentlessly at the hilltop. Under the relentless barrage, the soldiers on the hilltop had no choice but to temporarily retreat, giving the troops below a chance to catch their breath.

With a moment to catch their breath, the commander who issued the order began to survey the surroundings.

Their position is very delicate.

Crossing the border from Saudi Arabia, they were going downhill, and then at this point ahead, they started going uphill again.

They are now in the middle of this trough. If they want to retreat, they need to climb the slope behind them; if they want to move forward, they need to climb the slope in front of them.

No matter what, I'll get beaten up!

Further ahead, it's unclear how many troops were lying in ambush. The tanks that went up earlier have stopped moving, indicating that the enemy has a large force and strong firepower.

We cannot rush forward.

We can only go backwards!

We cannot retreat blindly. We need to let the people behind us build up their defenses and then retreat in stages. Otherwise, if they retreat all at once, they will be attacked by the Yemenis.

In that case, if you turn your back on someone, the casualties will be exceptionally high.

After considering all this, the commander in charge picked up the walkie-talkie and began calling the people behind him:
"Rear team, move to the hilltops on both sides of the road and provide covering fire! Cover the retreat of the forward and company units!"

"The squadron retreats, the forward squadron continues to defend. Once the squadron has finished retreating, it will cover the forward squadron's retreat."

He shouted a few times, but there was no response from behind. Only then did he notice that the device in his hand was out of power!

The power is out!
The military walkie-talkie is out of power!

Haha!

The commander laughed in exasperation. He quickly ordered his men to change the battery and then issued commands to the people behind him once again.

This time, the two groups of men behind received the order.

But they seemed to have misunderstood.

Instead of choosing to defend the hills on either side, or reversing the vehicle, the rear guard abandoned the vehicle, grabbed their guns, and ran backward.

They had only been at the border for a short time, so in no time at all, they crossed the border and returned to Saudi Arabia.

The squadron sandwiched in the middle, seeing the rear squadron running like this, dared not be negligent, recalling the orders they had just received.

The rear guard was responsible for providing cover, while their squadron was responsible for retreating in batches.

The rear guard has now withdrawn, so their squadron should also withdraw before the front guard can retreat.

Driven by their own initiative, the squadron quickly abandoned their supplies and ran as fast as they could.

On the hillside, Izkara watched all of this unfold. He stopped all those who were about to charge, then pretended to be short of ammunition, retreated a little distance, and reloaded.

They retreated, and the vanguard that had been fighting them was finally able to catch their breath.

As they caught their breath, they looked back and were met with a sight that made their eyes widen in horror.

Their teammates ran away!

Just as they were hesitating about whether to run away, gunfire rang out again on the hillside, and the firepower was even more intense than before.

This time, the soldiers who had been so obedient just moments before did not retaliate. Instead, they discarded their weapons, took off running, and frantically fled for their lives, using vehicles on the road and the surrounding rocks and cliffs as cover.

In less than half an hour, this group of about 2000 people, after leaving behind more than a dozen corpses, all returned to Saudi Arabia.

They lost their guns while fleeing, so when they regrouped in Saudi Arabia, the commander abandoned the idea of ​​a counterattack and instead asked someone to bring a radio to call the rear command.

It was fine if they didn't call, but once they did, they discovered that the radio was broken again.

The communications officer disassembled the radio and found that some of the internal wiring was rusted.

That's pretty funny!

The commander suddenly laughed, then ordered his men, "Retreat!"

Meanwhile, after the Saudi army fled, Izkar divided his men into three groups. He led one group himself, leaving the road and flanking from the mountains on the left. Aadman led another group, flanking from the mountains on the right. The rest of the men moved forward along the road to clean up the battlefield.

The Saudi army has left behind a lot of weapons, and we need to collect them as soon as possible. Even if we only collect a portion, their chances of winning in the next battle will increase significantly.

The two flanking teams circled around for a long time before finally getting to a suitable position.

When they looked into Saudi territory, they discovered that the Saudi soldiers were nowhere to be seen.

They spent half a day outsmarting the air!
(End of this chapter)